Cover Reveal – REAPER’S FALL by Joanna Wylde

The next book in Joanna Wylde’s highly addictive Reaper’s series finally has a cover! i cannot wait to have Painter and Mel’s book in my hands!



He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.


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DEVIL’S GAME #3 – Out Now!
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REAPER’S STAND #4 – Out Now!
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REAPER’S FALL #5 – Out November 10th!
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New Review – ASA by Jay Crownover



Dear Jay Crownover,

In early January 2013 you stole a piece of my heart with your self published debut novel Rule, and over the last two years you’ve taken a bigger piece with every book you’ve released. You never fail to hold my attention and keep a section of my heart firmly reserved for your Marked Men. Book boyfriends may come and go, but Rule, Jet, Rome, Nash, Rowdy and now Asa, will always be special to be, and I will be forever thankful that I took a chance on this little known book on Amazon that had a hot, tattooed guy gracing the cover. It was the start of my tattooed, bad boy addiction. Diving into Asa was always going to be bittersweet; I cried twice before I even reached the first chapter, and I’m turning into a bit of a mess just writing this now. But I needed you to know that I appreciate you and everything you’ve given us so very much. The Marked Men may have come to an end but I’m so excited to stay on this journey with you and the Saints Of Denver.

I love you and I can’t wait to finally meet you at Four Brits Book Fest next year–I apologise in advance for the tears.

Holly <3



Jay Crownover’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling Marked Men series continues with the much anticipated story of southern charmer and certified criminal Asa Cross.

Starting over in Denver with a whole new circle of friends and family, Asa Cross struggles with being the man he knows everyone wants him to be and the man he knows he really is. A leopard doesn’t it change its spots and Asa has always been a predator. He doesn’t want to hurt those who love and rely on him, especially one luscious arresting cop who suddenly seems to be interested in him for far more than his penchant for breaking the law. But letting go of old habits is hard, and it’s easy to hit bottom when it’s the place you know best.

Royal Hastings is quickly learning what the bottom looks like after a tragic situation at work threatens not only her career but her partner’s life. As a woman who has only ever had a few real friends she’s trying to muddle through her confusion and devastation all alone. Except she can’t stop thinking about the sexy southern bartender she locked up. Crushing on Asa is the last thing she needs but his allure is too strong to resist. His long criminal record can only hurt her already shaky career and chasing after a guy who has no respect for the law or himself can only end in heartbreak.

A longtime criminal and a cop together just seems so wrong . . . but for Asa and Royal, being wrong together is the only right choice to make.


“Eventually we all need someone to try and save us; even if they fail, the fact that someone tried might be what matters most in the end.”

Over the last two years I have lived and loved through six Marked Men books, but none compare to the final book in this series that quickly worked its way into my favourites. Asa is a book that had me gripped and feeling all the feels possible from heartache to happiness and from sexiness to adoration.

It was obvious the path to every decadent sin led right through Asa Cross, and man oh man, did I want to race down it.

Asa–the man–really did break my heart. But not how you’d probably think. Asa knows he wasn’t a good person in the past; he did so many terrible things, but the past doesn’t have to define him, and I was desperate for him to realise his worth. Royal was absolutely the perfect person to set him on the right track.

“Allow yourself to love someone fully, Asa. It’s what will finally set you free from the past.”

I loved watching their relationship develop and see them face the struggles that plagued them. Asa is easily my number one Marked Man and Royal has taken the crown of my top female character, while Asa, the book, is officially my favourite of the entire series. I was incredibly sad to see it come to an end but it honestly couldn’t have ended in a better way, or at a more perfect time.

“You made this second chance I got at life worth living.”

If you’re a fan of this series like myself then I have no doubt that you will not only fall in love with the Southern Charmer, but your excitement for the first book in the Saints Of Denver series will double! As always, Jay Crowner’s stunning writing, wit, and talent for storytelling shone from the pages of this novel and left me with a full heart, a big grin, and tears in my eyes. It was perfection, pure and simple.

“The cop and the criminal. Who would have ever seen that coming?”


*ARC received in exchange for an honest review*


And just because my copy of Asa is so full of highlights, I decided to add a few more of my favourites below.

It was an interesting juxtaposition that such a beautifully crafted shell held so much ugliness and self-loathing on the inside.


Even the bad moments with her had been better than great moments I had shared with anyone else.


“I know you said you woke up from that coma for me, but you haven’t been living, and I think Royal might be the one to finally give you a reason to start.”


We were marked and had been marked in unforgettable and forever ways. We were all better men for it. Marked men. None of us would have it any other way.



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NASH #4 – Out Now!
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ROWDY #5 – Out Now!
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ASA #6 – Out Now!
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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She will also be introducing the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this summer starting with Better When He’s Bad. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs

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New Review – HAUNTED LOVE by Jessica Frances

This one was my very first ghostly romance, and I loved it!


My name is Thea Bell and I was murdered.

I always assumed that death was the end. So when my life was cruelly taken away from me, I never thought I would get a second chance to say what I needed to.

But then I was given a choice, a choice that allowed me to see the people I had left behind, and I knew I had to take it.

I wanted to say a proper goodbye. I needed justice for what happened to me.

But even in death, things rarely go to plan.

I never expected to meet him. I didn’t anticipate falling in love. I hadn’t considered the repercussions of coming back. I never realized I would put another person in danger.

I didn’t know my actions were going to haunt us forever.


My name is Detective Aiden Mercer, and I think I have gone insane.

I am seeing the murder victim of my current case alive and in the flesh, and that is simply not possible.

I can see her, hear her, touch her. She’s real to me, however I know this cannot be real. Right?

But try telling my heart that, because as I grow closer to catching Thea’s killer, I also fall deeper into trouble.

Because love is rarely anything but trouble and I know this love will haunt me forever.


It was the synopsis for this book that had me one-clicking, but it was the authors talent for reeling the reader in that kept me turning the pages until the very end. The storyline was unique (I’ve never read anything like it before, anyway!) and there was a great mix of mystery and romance.

In all honesty, I thought the prologue was really cheesy. If the book carried on that way, I probably would have DNFd it, but as soon as chapter one arrived, the story completely took off and I was carried away with the surprising, unravelling plot.

There were some fantastic twists and turns–at least one that I even I wasn’t expecting–and I found it really easy to just sit and read the whole day away. The characters were likeable and even though their days were numbered–the lead character was a ghost after all–I found myself rooting for them to find a way to truly be together.

The book went full circle and it ended how it began–with a really cheesy epilogue! But do you know what? It may have been cheesy but it was the absolute perfect way to end the book. I was left with a huge smile on my face and tears misting my eyes.

If you’re looking for a book that’s slightly outside the box, then this is the one to pick.


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Meet The Royals – BLACK COLLAR QUEEN by AN Latro

Black Collar Queen is the second book in The Black Collar Syndicate series and today we’re introducing one of the syndicate courts, and their royals.

The New York Courts

New York is ruled by two powerful families, with a foreign court attempting to find a foothold.

The Oliver syndicate is home to dirty money and has been allied with the Morgan syndicate since before Seth was born. A formal alliance between the families was all but arranged between Nicolette and Seth.

Remi Oliver is the syndicate king. An older man with graying hair, and a cold manner, he is a relic of Gabe Morgan’s generation, and is not terribly impressed with the young royals. He is not one to rule by emotion—buisness and syndicate concerns matter much more than personal interests.

Nicolette Oliver, the syndicate princess and heir, was born and bred to marry into the Morgan family. The long time lover of Seth Morgan, the alliance was a forgone conclusion, until her recent murder.


Less powerful, and much younger, is the Ratchaphure, a Thailand based syndicate looking to expand in the United States. They specialize in exotic women and high end nightclubs. The Ratchaphure are a much earthier court than the Oliver or Morgan syndicates, but are looking to expand with a formal alliance with the Morgan syndicate. Their mark is a flower, four ragged petals and a stamen, most often tattooed.

Rama is the syndicate prince and king in waiting. He occupies a more fluid place than his American counterparts—he is a child of his illicit trade asmuch as he is a king, a pimp and a prince, and the duel sides of his nature are often forgotten until it is too late, even by his allies. Originally courted for alliance by Caleb Morgan, Rama was his lover as well as friend and confidant. With Caleb now dead, he is attempting to continue the alliance with Emma and Seth Morgan, as well as seducing the Morgan princess.

Read more about the Cuban court in Black Collar Queen, coming April 16th. And catch up on the series now with Black Collar Empire, and two free novellas!



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Claiming the Morgan Syndicate was supposed to be the hardest part—but now they have to keep it.

Seth Morgan has taken his place as the head of the Morgan syndicate, with his cousin Emma by his side. But the change of regime came at a heavy price: Emma’s mother is missing, and the Oliver syndicate wants Emma’s head on a platter.

And there are secrets—skeletons from their parents coming to haunt them. Seth is moving pieces, struggling to keep Emma safe and peace in the city while Emma alienates her lover and grapples with her past.

With threats on every side, and unable to trust their allies, Emma makes a misstep that could cost more than the syndicate is willing to pay: the life of it’s young queen.


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Cover Reveal – SPENCER by Kerry Heavens

Kerry Heavens has a new book releasing soon. Check it out below!


@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence,

I mean, have you seen him???

His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much.

He’s hot. Lickably hot.

And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless.

But cocky doesn’t even cover it,

this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back.

But God he’s so lickable!

The thing is though,

he looks like sex but he’ll taste like jackass.


@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels

and she hates me.

Although her nipples would tend to disagree.

It’s a deadly combination.

She’s a princess.

And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara.

Sure she’s got that curvaceous goddess thing going on,

but that mouth of hers…

God it needs something in it to shut it up.


This is not your average British romance.

It’s a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and

sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate.

It’s ‘love’ in a social media world,

where not everyone is who they seem

and where some people’s bios should carry a warning.



‘I am what I am,’ as the song goes. ‘I don’t want praise, I don’t want pity. I bang my own drum, some think its a noise, I think its pretty. So what if I love each sparkle and each bangle. why not see things from a different angle? Your life is a shame ’til you can shout out, I am what I am.”

So here goes…I’m Kerry, I live with my family outside London. I am married to the love of my life and we have two amazing, beautiful children and a nutball Boston terrier, called Betty.

I graduated from the Surrey Institute of Art and Design with a degree in Fashion. I realised straight away that the industry wasn’t for me, so I’ve been creatively frustrated ever since. I have tried a bit of everything to satisfy my need for a creative outlet. Nothing keeps me happy for long. Until I discovered writing. Writing a book has always been a dream, but I had no clue where to start. Then one day, parking my car at the supermarket, Liv & Danny came to me like a thunderbolt. I don’t know where they came from, but I raced home and started making them real. Now I have two books to publish and lots more ideas to work on.

I am extremely prone to crushes on boys in books…on trains, in the street, wherever. From my early infatuation with Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing and Tom Cruise in Cocktail, to my recent obessions with book-boyfriends like Christian Grey, Travis Maddox and Kellan Kyle, I have always been the same. For the time it takes me to read a book I have an intense love affair with the characters, sometimes they stay with me for a week, sometimes its for life. Sometimes I feel like I will need therapy to cope with the fact that they are not real and will never be mine! Even though I am devoted to my husband, I’ll never change, not as long as brilliant, creative writers keep giving me deeply flawed, yet perfect men to love…
I hope, I dream, that these are the types of characters I can one day create to be obsessed over.


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Cover Reveal – CHASING RIVER by KA Tucker

KA Tucker is one of my very favourite authors! She never fails to give me all the feels with her addictive reads. CHASING RIVER is a New Adult Romantic Suspense novel, and the third novel in K.A. Tucker’s Burying Water Series, published by Atria books, an Imprint of Simon & Schuster. CHASING RIVER is set to be released July 7, 2015, and too celebrate, the first book in the series, BURYING WATER, will be just $1.99 for the month of April! AND you can find an excerpt for CHASING RIVER in the back of the book!


Armed with two years’ worth of savings and the need to experience life outside the bubble of her Oregon small town, twenty-five-year old Amber Welles is prepared for anything. Except dying in Dublin. Had it not been for the bravery of a stranger, she might have. But he takes off before she has the chance to offer her gratitude.

Twenty-four-year-old River Delaney is rattled. No one was supposed to get hurt. But then that American tourist showed up. He couldn’t let her die, but he also couldn’t risk being identified at the scene—so, he ran. Back to his everyday life of running his family’s pub. Only, everyday life is getting more and more complicated, thanks to his brother, Aengus, and his criminal associations. When the American girl tracks River down, he quickly realizes how much he likes her, how wrong she is for him. And how dangerous it is to have her around. Chasing her off would be the smart move.

Maybe it’s because he saved her life, or maybe it’s because he’s completely different from everything she’s left behind, but Amber finds herself chasing after River Delaney. Amber isn’t the kind of girl to chase after anyone.

And River isn’t the kind of guy she’d want to catch.


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Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader, and currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.

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Cover Reveal and Announcement – THE SEVEN DEADLY series by Fisher Amelie

The much anticipated release of Fisher Amelie’s third standalone installment of The Seven Deadly Series, FURY, finally has a release date! Stay tuned below for the reveals of her new covers for VAIN and GREED, a chapter from FURY, as well as the heart-stopping trailer for FURY, due out May 4th, 2015.

Prepare Yourselves.

***VAIN – book #1***

***GREED – #2***

***FURY – #3***

(not the final cover)


Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.

What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.

I’m Ethan Moonsong…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.


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I heard a snap and the light cracked on, piercing through my closed lids. My head pounded and I groaned then rolled over, pulling my cover over my head to drown out the source of my pain.

“Get up,” a deep voice commanded. “Get up,” he continued, kicking my shoe.

“Dad,” I rasped. “I’m hungover and feel like shit.”

He was silent for a moment so I pulled the cover down just enough to see his face. He was not amused.

“Ethan, watch your language, get your butt up, and find a job.” I didn’t answer him. I had nothing to say that would please him. “And while you’re at it, stop this ridiculous drinkin’, son.”

I sat up, ran my hands through my long black hair and wrapped the length around my fist. I sat back against the wall, reveling in how cool it was, and tried not to vomit.

“Did you see them today?” I asked him, unable to help myself.

My dad removed his hat and leaned against the jamb, scrubbing his face with his free hand. “You like to torture yourself,” he said, shaking his head then sighing. “You remind me so much of your mama.”

The mere mention of my mother sent me spiraling down once more in depression. We’d lost her a few years before and I was still in agony. That, coupled with the fact that Spencer Blackwell stole my girl right out from underneath my nose, was enough for me to drink to excess every night. I hate him.

“Are they,” I swallowed, afraid of his answer, “are they together now?”

My father sighed again. “Ethan, get dressed.”

“Are they?” I asked again, letting my hand drop to my side. My hair slid with it and cascaded down my back.

“You are a stubborn boy. Yes, okay? Yes, they’re together. All the more reason to move on, son.”

My body suddenly weighed a thousand pounds and I felt my head reeling. So it was true then. They were together and they would probably get married and I was going to have to sit there in that godforsaken small town and watch it all happen. I was going to get a front row seat to my own misery.

I nodded once, rested my hands on my knees for a brief moment, then ran past my dad, shouldering him as I did so and nearly knocking him over before making it to the small bathroom across the hall and retching everything in my stomach into the toilet.

My dad stood in the bathroom doorway shaking his head in disappointment. When I was done, I fell back into the wall. That look shamed me to my core. Any time my dad felt let down, I felt the weight of my disgrace so heavy the only thing I could think to dull the ache was to drink myself into a stupor. It was a vicious cycle.

I let my hair cascade over my face. I heard the old wood floor creak beneath his feet as he left without another word and jumped when the front door slammed. My eyes closed as my head pounded.

The claw foot tub sat to my left so I leaned up and turned on the water, slowly removing my clothing one piece at time. Each movement felt like a hammer slamming into my head.

“God,” I groaned. “I am an idiot.”

I stood then stepped underneath the warm water and just stood in silence, letting the water absorb into my hair and seep into my skin. I breathed in the steam deeply. I was miserable. Not just physically but my heart was the heaviest it’d felt since my mom passed and I had no one to blame but Spencer Blackwell for that.

The asshole who rode into my life under the guise of helping his sister only to yank what I thought was a stable foundation right out from underneath me. He stole from me, a bona fide thief, and I wanted to make him pay. No, I needed to make him pay.

But how?

I finished showering and threw a towel around my waist, stepping from the tub and toppling onto my bed when I reached my room and fell to sleep, not even bothering to dress myself. I fell quickly, fantasizing about my revenge.

I must have slept for hours because when I woke, it was pitch black outside. I rolled onto my side and checked my alarm clock. Eleven o’clock. Perfect timing, I thought.

I sat up and tucked my towel around my waist a little tighter, stood and went straight for my dresser. I grabbed a pair of boxers and socks and put those on before heading for my closet and tossing an old, worn pair of jeans on, a thermal and an old tee. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my wallet and keys, threw on my boots and headed toward my piece of shit truck.

I knew exactly where I was going because it was where I planned on going every night until I forgot about Caroline Hunt.

My truck started but barely and I tore out of our driveway not bothering with my seatbelt, kicking up dust and rocks as my tires spun against the loose gravel. I’d replaced my stereo because I couldn’t stand radio, at least not Kalispell radio, and plugged my phone into the audio cable. Bastille’s Dreams remake blasted and I turned it up, letting the painful lyrics wash over me, fueling my desire to get plastered as quickly as possible.

I entertained myself with thoughts of strangling Spencer Blackwell with both hands then beating the crap out of him with my fists. Bastard. I pulled into the local pub and put my piece into park before tucking my left foot into the emergency brake.

I disconnected my phone and the stereo went silent, reminding me of how alone I really was. I turned the engine off and absolute silence surrounded me. I couldn’t take it. My door creaked with age as it swung open and I slammed it shut, unable not to. The fury raging in my blood was more than I could contain.

Before heading inside, my hand went to the empty space between the cab and the bed and searched for the bottle of whiskey I always had wedged in between. I took a large swig, not wanting to spend too much of my savings on the liquor inside the crap establishment. After all, I was going to need it. Revenge was a costly business.

I took one more swig for good measure and wedged it back in its usual place then wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve. My hair swung heavy in my eyes. It was still a little wet from my shower and I thought about tying it back with the extra leather tie I usually kept in my glove compartment but thought better of it. It helped me hide and I wanted to hide.

I looked around me. The lot was full but I only recognized a few cars this time which was good because I had no intention of making conversation. Regardless, most of Kalispell had stopped trying because I’d rarely done any responding since Cricket cut out my fucking heart and ate it raw. The hair was only insurance.

I took two deep draws of air, gulping it down, desperate for it to soothe me but, of course, it didn’t. I let each escape my lips in shaky breaths and clenched my fists over and over before deciding to head inside.

My boots crunched the gravel beneath my feet as I headed toward the door. When I entered, I ducked my head toward the floor and let my hair cover me, not that it did any good other than to conceal me. I could still feel the heat of their stares, though, still feel the pity in their gazes. I wanted so badly to yell at them to fuck off but I kept as much composure as possible. I couldn’t get kicked out of the only real bar in Kalispell.

I picked a stool at the end of the bar, the same stool I always did in the corner and in the back because it was dark. I sat and met Vi’s eyes. She sauntered over to me, placing her elbows on the bar top, giving me a clear view of her generous chest. I held back my eye roll.

“Hello, darlin’,” she drawled. “You look like shit.”

“The usual, Vi,” I told her as quietly as I could.

“How ‘bout a kiss then first?” she asked, leaning in a bit more.

“Christ, Vi, how many times? Huh? Just get me the gosh damn drink.”

She laughed. “Already worked up then, I see. I like it,” she said, winking.

Vi, or Violet, was thirty-nine years old, had lived in Kalispell her entire life, and had worked as a bartender for over fifteen years. I could tell at one time Vi had been a beautiful woman but I could also tell she had heard many hollow promises from equally hollow men and that she obviously believed them all. Otherwise, why would she still be there? I watched her tired eyes and her slightly too-forced smile. She had the look of someone who used to be chased but had graduated to the chaser. She looked miserable.

She left and returned with an empty glass and a bottle of Jack. She set the glass on the bar and filled it to the brim. She was being generous. She was always this way. She told me once she hoped I would drink it all away and decide to take her up on her offer. I told her that would be a cold day in hell, to which she only laughed.

“Drink up, buttercup,” she said, smiling lasciviously.

“I will,” I told the bar top.

I watched the world around me through the breaks in the hanging strands and six glasses later, I was starting to finally feel numb. I lifted my head a little feeling slightly relieved, feeling like I could breathe a little deeper now that the ache wasn’t so severe. I continued to search the crowd, not knowing who I was really looking for.

A quiet but persistent nagging awareness took residence in my chest for some unknown reason as I watched a girl dance on her own in the middle of the dance floor. Others around her paid no attention to her but she was the first person my eyes were drawn to. I studied her.

Her hair was tucked into a blue scarf, little tendrils peeking through and grazing across her neck whenever she moved. She was extraordinarily tall and her hips and rear end were more indulgent than I’d ever considered before. She turned slightly, giving me her silhouette. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were full. She was beautiful, I could tell, even if I couldn’t see her fully through the low lights.

“Jeez,” I said, swiping a hand down my face. “I’ve had too much.”

But I still couldn’t stop watching her. She wore worn jean cut offs, a fitted button up with the sleeves rolled up her forearms and ankle boots. She rolled her shoulders playfully, enticing someone she knew just off the dance floor. Another girl joined her side and they did the robot. She threw her head back and laughed.

This shocked me almost sober. “That laugh,” I whispered to myself. “That laugh,” I repeated. I knew it but couldn’t quite place it.

She took her friend’s hand and twirled her around the floor vivaciously. She was so full of life. So my exact opposite.

She lightheartedly skipped in place and raised an arm in salute to her friend before turning toward me.

That’s when I got a good, clear look at her. I gasped out loud and placed my hand on the back of my head, my elbow on the bartop, ducking my head down lower to hide myself further.

Please, please, please do not recognize me, I thought, still watching her from the corner of my eye.

She stood two seats down from me. “Vi!” she said, laughing a little. “Vi!”

Vi turned toward her. “Hey, baby! What’ll it be?”

“Can I have a water, please?” she asked, sitting down and releasing a breath of exhaustion. She continued to smile, though, and it ate a little at my gut.

“Of course,” Vi answered and started to pour water into a clear plastic cup. Vi’s eyes pinched a little. “Hey?” she said.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“How come I never see you drink anything harder?”

Her face fell a little but picked right back up. No one would have noticed it but me. “I’ve never had good luck with alcohol,” she admitted a bit sadly.

Vi was quick enough to recognize something there that didn’t want to be said and let it go with a nod, handing over the water without another word.

“Vi!” someone else called out and she walked their direction.

She took a long drink from her water and set it down, turning toward the crowd and surveying the dancers. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, some private joke she shared with herself.

I looked on her for a long time. Long enough for my heart to calm itself. Long enough to struggle with myself in an internal argument. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t watching her because I found her attractive, though I knew she was. Only that I was wondering what she was doing there.

She turned around in her seat after catching her breath and glanced at me. For a moment, I believed she didn’t recognize me but I was wrong. A second scan confirmed it for her. She leaned in and narrowed her eyes. Shit.

“Ethan?” she asked. “Is that you?”

“Hello, Finley,” I answered.




Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, ‘Jonah’, and her Beta, ‘Whale’. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?

Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.

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Cover Reveal – PROMISE ME THIS by Paige Weaver


If you havent checked out this series yet, then I am begging you to please give it a try. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before, and still to this day, whenever I think about it, I get chills. The third book is set to release later this year–different characters, same situation–and I have the cover reveal, and full series links below.


Once with him was never enough.

I am the girl you dislike. The girl you snub at parties. I am the one who flirts with men and knows no boundaries. I am the one you whisper about. The one who has no rules. I am the one who takes and uses without any regret or excuses.

On the outside I am perfect. I have money, looks, and a personality that makes people stand up and take notice, but on the inside I am broken and hurting.

Then I met Cash Marshall.

He wasn’t what I needed, but I wanted him anyway. It was Cash’s carved, muscular body I thought about. It was his cool, confident touch I craved. I swore he would only be a one-night stand, another distraction to take away the pain.

But then our world changed.

Our story is not about love. Love is pretty and sweet and full of niceties. Those no longer exist. Our story is about finding each other again in a world gone crazy. It’s about surviving the impossible when war ravaged our land. It’s about saving each other from the darkness and finding out just how strong we could be.

And maybe, just maybe, along the way, we’ll find love…
Once and for all.


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PROMISE ME ONCE – Out April 19th!
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Paige Weaver is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Many hours of her childhood were spent getting lost between the pages of a book, disappearing into other worlds. That turned into a love for writing at a young age. She lives in Texas with her husband and two children.
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New Review, Excerpt and Giveaway – Blog Tour: DEEP by Kylie Scott

The fourth and final book of the much loved Stage Dive series is now live. Check out my thoughts on Ben and Lizzy’s story, read an excerpt, and enter the giveaway to win the entire series, signed by the author!


Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins’ ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass player for Stage Dive. So what if Ben’s the only man she’s ever met who can make her feel completely safe, cherished, and out of control with desire at the same time? Lizzy knows the gorgeous rock star isn’t looking for anything more permanent than a good time, no matter how much she wishes differently.

Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly. She’s his best friend’s little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he’s not going to go there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he’s always had a weakness for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay there. Now he and Lizzy are connected in the deepest way possible…but will it lead to a connection of the heart?


“Sweetheart. Liz.…” The deep, dirty way he said my name, holy shit. His voice rumbled through me, lighting fires and causing chaos everywhere it went. I’d never be the same.


Reading this book was so bittersweet. Sweet because, hello!! It’s another Stage Dive book! The rock stars I have spent the last year being obsessed with. But bitter because it’s the final Stage Dive book. No more of some of my very favourite fictional characters–both the guys and the girls.

We’ve had David and Ev, Mal and Anne, Jimmy and Lena, and now we finally have Ben and Lizzy. The excitement for this couple’s story has been slowly building throughout the series, and I was about going out of my mind waiting for it to land on the Kindle. When it finally arrived, I dived right in, and my views are mixed.

I didn’t love this book as much as I did the others. At one point, I didn’t really like any of the characters. Even Mal, who is one of my top, top, top book boyfriends ever!! And I hated that I didn’t like him, but he just didn’t come across as…him. Not the guy I’ve loved hopelessly since book 1.

BUT, don’t let that put you off because it was still a great edition to the series, and I loved Lizzy immediately. I may have–on occasion–wanted to kick Ben’s butt, and tell him to think with his heart instead of his head, because these two have been killing me with their sexual tension and undeniable connection!

Ben and Lizzy didn’t have it easy; there were lots of things standing in their way, but sometimes things are inevitable. And Ben Nicholson and Lizzy Rollins were practically written in the stars.

I’m still not ready to say goodbye to these characters. And though it was a good end to the series, I’m really hoping that we get a bonus short story/novella at some point, to see how the crowd is getting on further down the line. Because I’m greedy Groupie, and I miss them already. Long live the genius that is Kylie Scott’s rocking Stage Dive series!


“It’s going to take me a while,” she says between kisses. “And it’s going to be hard.” “Everything worthwhile usually is,” I whisper, and then I kiss her again.


*ARC received in exchange for an honest review*


His laughter, it didn’t really sound the smallest bit amused. “Christ. You’re done here.”
“Ah, no. I’m actually not. Now see, this is where we have a problem.” I folded my arms. Then unfolded them because like fuck I’d look defensive. He was the one in the wrong, not me. “You’re not prepared to take me, or my feelings, seriously. What you want is to hide away in Mr. Too Cool for Commitment land and just play with my affections when it suits you. Okay, I’ve accepted that. But none of that means it’s okay for you to come in here and act like you’re the boss of me. None of it.”
“That so?” he asked, leaning down so that we were almost nose to nose.
“That’s so, baby.” I play-punched him in the shoulder, which it should be noted, I barely came up to. Okay, so maybe the alcohol on a mostly empty stomach had made me slightly/lots braver/sillier. “So why don’t you take your little caveman jealous tantrum bullshit somewhere else. See, I do this funny thing I like to refer to as whatever the fuck I want. Understand?”
He just stared.
“And as pretty as you are with your beard and your muscles, you are too damn tricky and . . . complicated and shit for me.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. Are you finally seeing my point here?”
“You bet.”
“Excellent. So take your hotness elsewhere, kind sir. I want no part of it!” Huh. I had so told him. Drunken bravado was the best.


LICK #1 – Out Now!
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PLAY #2 – Out Now!
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LEAD #3 – Out Now!
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Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.

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New Review – HARD by Cheryl McIntyre

Cheryl McIntyre has released an erotic novel, and you need to read it.


I have been staring at her for three months. Watching her. Memorizing her.

For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes.

And for ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires.

I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want is the beautiful and broken Holland Howard.

My name is Jensen Payne—photographer, autocrat, lecher, Scopophiliac. I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.

*This is an Erotic Romance. Recommended for readers 18+ ONLY.
WARNING: This book contains possible emotional triggers.
HARD is a full-length stand-alone erotic romance novel (approximately 50,000 words).


“To understand how I am capable of the things I have done, the actions I have taken, and the decisions I continue to make, I think first, you need to understand why I am the way I am. Then, if you must, you may judge me.”


I love that this wasn’t just a book filled to the brim with sex, and not a whole lot else. I need a real story to hold my attention, and I was immediately drawn in to the actual story in Hard. Cheryl McIntyre has always been great at telling a tale, and that hasn’t changed just because she tried her hand at a different genre.

Holland’s story was the first to unravel, and the one that initially held my attention, but it was my need to get to know the fairly mysterious Jensen, that also kept me turning the pages. Both characters held my interest, and I loved the unexpected twist towards the end.

Obviously with this being an erotic book, it needed to be sexy, and this author never failed to bring the sexy, though I did feel that there should have been slightly more detail, or more length in some of those scenes, to truly make it an erotic read (and yes, I understand how strange that sounds considering how I opened this review).

So far Cheryl McIntyre has written Paranormal, Contemporary NA, Dark Adult, and now Erotica, and she’s never once disappointed me with her way with words. I love how versatile she is, and how she refuses to lock herself in just one box when it comes to her writing. With each book she cements her place as one of my ultimate favourite authors.


“It’s going to take me a while,” she says between kisses. “And it’s going to be hard.” “Everything worthwhile usually is,” I whisper, and then I kiss her again.


*ARC received in exchange for an honest review*

HARD – Out Now!
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Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, and Dark Calling.

She calls Ohio home, though she secretly dreams of living somewhere much warmer–preferably near a beach. She is a mother, author, and insomniac, as well as a reader, self-proclaimed movie critic, and incredibly bad singer. Her life revolves around four things: family, music, books, and really bad scary movies.

You can follow her author page on Facebook where she lives part time. On Goodreads—which is like crack for avid readers. On Twitter, though she has still not yet mastered the art of tweeting. On tsū. Or on her website.

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