Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Review ~ The Baby by Abigail Barnette

When life unravels, someone has to wind it up again. Sophie Scaife has found herself in such a position one time too many. She should be celebrating a new year and bountiful success; instead, she’s trying desperately to hold her world together as it tears apart.

For Sophie and her husband, billionaire Neil Elwood, coupling the domesticity of marriage and their steamy games of Dominance and submission comes naturally. Rekindling their sinfully kinky affair with an old flame makes their passion burn hotter than ever, and Neil’s lust for Sophie is matched only by his drive in undertaking an ambitious new philanthropic venture.

But in the wake of Neil’s greatest triumph comes a staggering life change neither of them are prepared for. Overnight, Sophie finds herself in a new reality, wholly unlike the life she’d planned. As emotions run high, Sophie struggles to reconcile the husband she cherishes with a man she no longer knows; a man she loves too much to let go without a fight...

Content warning: contains mention of suicide and suicidal ideation, as well as recovery.
MAAAAAAAAAAANNNN....The first chapter is fucking hot. I bow down to Neil and Sophie's sex life. Their Dom/Sub relationship IS THE BEST I've read. *Though I draw the line on slapping*

This book is intense. I honestly didn't see what came and it broke my heart. I can't delve much cause it will give it away but the emotions The Baby evoke from you will hurt(some in good ways but mostly the sadness). If you've followed Neil and Sophie, you know they have been through a lot in their relationship but nothing holds a candle to before than what they go through on this heartbreaking journey. I really want to say more but I just can't. Just be prepared people. Be prepared.

*side note* Easily, this series is in my top five.
Series in order:
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The Girlfriend Amazon

The Bride Amazon

The Ex  Amazon

The Baby Amazon

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Blog Tour ~ When I Was Yours by Samantha Towle

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Happy Release Day to Samantha Towle and her new book WHEN I WAS YOURS!
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“Marry me.”
“What?” I stared back at him, unblinking.
He moved closer, taking my face in his hands. “I love you, Evie. I look into the future, and the only thing I see clearly is you. Marry me.”
What’s an eighteen-year-old girl who was madly in love with her nineteen-year-old boyfriend say?
Of course, I said yes.
Twenty-four hours later, I married Adam Gunner at a Vegas chapel to the sounds of “Livin’ on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi. Not the best omen. I get that now.
Then, exactly one week later, I left him. I walked out, leaving behind my wedding ring, annulment papers, and my heart, and he never knew why.
I haven’t seen him since. Not in ten long years.
Now, he’s here, standing before me. Looking at me with nothing but hurt and hatred in his eyes, he wants answers.
Answers I can’t give.
Release Date: November 10, 2015
Cover Designed By: Najla Qamber Designs

Adam POV   Making my way through the hotel, I exchange pleasantries with the staff on duty. When I reach the coffee shop, I push open the door and step straight into the past. Evie. She’s standing behind the counter. Her face is turned slightly to the right, her attention on the TV mounted on the wall, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. But it’s her. I feel like a speeding train has hit me, and I’m pretty sure my heart has stopped beating. It’s really her. She’s here. “Evie?” I breathe out her name, like I’m taking my first real breath in a very long time. Her body stiffens at the sound of my voice. And I watch as her face turns my way. Those big whiskey-colored eyes that I fell in love with all those years ago meet mine, and my world stands still.   Evie POV   My eyes rake over him as I remember the Adam I knew ten years ago and compare him to the Adam I see before me. The long hair is gone, replaced with cropped locks. The unshaven scruff on his face is still very much there though. At least some things haven’t changed. “You cut your hair.” “It has been ten years.” “I know. I just...I remember a time when you said you’d never cut your hair.” A small smile touches my lips at the memory. “Yeah, and I remember when you promised to love me till death do us part. Shit changes.” My smile drops from my face. My cheeks sting like he’s just slapped me. I deserved that. Doesn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch though.  

In this second chance romance, we have get past and present dual POV's from the characters Adam and Evie. Their relationship starts at the age of seventeen(Evie) and nineteen(Adam) when they meet on the beach of Malibu. Adam comes from Hollywood blood while Evie is just your average girl. The attraction is there not by only how they look but how they get each other. Adam comes from a loveless broken home while Evie comes from a home full of love though it's been broken by a tragedy. As their relationship blossoms, they know that they're it for each other. After an impromptu engagement and marriage, you would think that everything would go their way and live happily ever after but no. A person comes into play when another unfortunate occurrence happens and Evie takes the bait.
So this is where the past and future come into play. We see how things lead up and unfortunately dissolve. Adam never got over his first love. Commence his manwhoring ways to forget but he couldn't move on. Seeing Evie for the first time in ten years, Adam is wanting answers that Evie will not give until the fight leaves her and the secret comes out. Evie never got over Adam. She did what she thought was right. Through all this they rekindle their love or shall I say their sex. There's angry and sweet sex. It's emotional and intense. You root for them to open up so they can be where they were always meant to be, together. It's an adorable and emotional on first love and how it never goes away.

  AboutTheAuthor samantha towle
New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.
She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.
A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

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Monday, November 9, 2015

Blog Tour ~ Review ~ Reaper's Fall by Joanna Wylde

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Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.  Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!

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The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…

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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Excerpt #1
“You want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, nodding toward the TV. I had a decent one, too. Giant-ass flat-screen—homecoming present from the club.
“Sure,” I said, reaching for the remote. I didn’t have cable, but Ruger had set up some kind of box thingie for me so I could stream shit. “Whatcha in the mood for?”
“Not horror,” she said quickly, and I laughed again, remembering that first evening I’d spent with her at Pic’s house. She’d been so young and scared and vulnerable . . . I’d wanted to eat her up.
I still wanted to eat her.
“I can’t believe that you and Puck were supposed to be watching over me, and then you put in a slasher movie. That’s not how you make a girl feel safe.”
“No horror,” I agreed, although the thought of holding her for a couple hours while she was scared shitless appealed way more than it should. Watch it, asshole. “How about Star Wars?”
“You like Star Wars?”
I shrugged. “Everyone likes Star Wars. You know, I’m pretty damned sure Han Solo was a biker.”
She giggled. “You mean, like a space biker?”
“See, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”
“I wanted to be Princess Leia. She’s badass,” she said, taking a deep drink of her beer. I watched as her lips wrapped around the neck, her throat swallowing. Oh fuck, that was good. She set the beer down on the coffee table with a clink, then let loose with the biggest burp I’d ever heard.
“Fucking hell,” I said, stunned. “I didn’t think girls could burp like that. Shit. Impressive, Mel. Very impressive.”
She grinned at me.
“We’re friends,” she told me. “And friends don’t need to worry about stuff like that. Let me guess—you’ve never had a female friend before?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I’m think I’m a little scared.”
Scared and turned on, which was weird.
“You should be. I can do the whole alphabet.”
Damn. I kinda wanted to see that.

The time has come for us to finally get the story on Painter. We(or I)found Painter in the last Reapers books to be an asshole. Could he redeem himself after his actions from before? The answer yes, yes the asshole could.

The story is not only about Painter but also Melanie. We get to see how they came to be and how they came not to be. Melanie, as a teenager, crushed hard on Painter and this is about the time that Painter had a thing for Em(we know how that turned out). Painter never wanted to let anyone(women)get close, well besides physically. When Melanie finally gets in with Painter, it's not all smooth sailing but relationship is like that. We also knew that Painter was in jail and the letters Melanie sent to him was sweet, endearing and a little sad. Throughout the story, you can see and feel that Painter and Melanie fit and connected together.

A Reapers story is not a story without some type of MC drama. And we can't forget about Horse. Cause shit, he started this all, didn't he? While I enjoyed Reaper's Fall this wasn't one of my favorites. I found one character a little too SoA for my tastes but other than that, it's still a nice edition to the Horsemen MC.

About the Author:
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Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Review ~ The Play by Karina Halle


Kayla Moore has always been comfortable with her feisty, maneating reputation. At least it was fine until she hit her thirties and saw her best friends Stephanie and Nicola settle down with Linden and Bram McGregor, leaving Kayla to be the odd one out. Tired of being the third wheel with nothing but one-night stands and dead-end dates in San Francisco, Kayla decides to take a vow of celibacy and put men on the backburner.

That is until she lays her eyes on Linden and Bram’s cousin, hot Scot Lachlan McGregor. Lachlan is her sexual fantasy come to life – tall, tatted, and built like a Mack truck. With a steely gaze and successful rugby career back in Edinburgh, he’s the kind of man that makes her want to throw her vow right out the window. But Lachlan’s quiet and intense demeanor makes him a hard man to get to know, let alone get close to.

It isn’t until the two of them are thrown together one long, unforgettable night that Kayla realizes there is so much more to this brooding macho man than what meets the eye. But even with sparks flying between the two, Lachlan can’t stay in America forever. Now, Kayla has to decide whether to uproot her whole life and chance it all on someone she barely knows or risk getting burned once again.

Sometimes love is a game that just needs to be played.

The Play is the story about Kayla Moore(who we've met in The Pact and The Offer) and Lachlan McGregor(who we briefly met in The Offer*everytime I say his name it comes out very Sean Connery*) on how they met, on how the spark was there waiting for the friction to ignite into a combustible relationship, on how they spoke words that made you FEEL, on how actions are sometimes louder than words, and on how they fell only to be built up higher.

Hope is a powerful and dangerous word. It can either bring your world to a stand still or make it spin faster than before. When Lachlan hopes, you want it to come to fruition. He's been broken down by hope and yet he stills hopes for the good. Kayla has many obstacles that bring happiness and sorrow to her life. How she deals with it shows that she's a strong character and her strength goes perfectly with Lachlan.

I love sex in my books. The dirtier, the better. With Lachlan and Kayla...SHEE-IT...their sex was on fleek. End of.

I feel like I'm on repeat when I say that Karina Halle knows how to tell a story. Each of her stories are not the same. There is no pattern. She follows no trope. She's but a few handful that can execute words into something bigger. She has a way with words...

My head is throbbing with a sickly ache, my mouth tastes putrid, sour, like I can taste my own heart.

The heat builds deeper, my nerves are a million champagne bottles about to burst.

Favorite lines/moments:

But your eyes are like storm clouds and sunshine, framed by wet ferns, I think dreamily. I am so fucking glad he can't see this bullshit inside my head.

"Come on," I say quietly. "The hay is fine." She purses her lips, thinking it over. I stand at the edge and unzip my cargo pants, bringing my dick out of them, already stiff as a board. Her eyes widen as I knew they would. My girl is a hungry little creature. "I'll be right up," she says.

"Go home," he whispers. "Do what you can. And I'll see you tomorrow." "And what if you don't." He smiles sadly. "Then at least I had hope."