Title: Flash Point
Author: Brooke Blaine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 12, 2015
Cover Design: © By Hang Le
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~Flash Point is a standalone novel~
flashpoint || (also flash point)
1 a place, event, or time at which trouble, such as violence or anger, flares up: the flashpoint of the conflagration is just blocks away.
2 Chemistry the temperature at which a particular organic compound gives off sufficient vapor to ignite in air.
The first time I saw her, I knew I’d have to kill her.
It’s been five years since the brutal death of her mother, and Katherine Shaw still relives the nightmares of that night.
The danger should’ve been over.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
When her father, a prominent judge, receives a chilling death threat, her past comes hurtling into her present.
The warning is clear: They’ve got unfinished business, and they’re coming for her.
Rich girl? Check.
Spoiled and obstinate? Check.
A beautiful fireball who pushes every button he has? That was not listed on the dossier Jason Garrett receives when he’s assigned as one of her bodyguards. The last thing he ever expected was that his tempting client would prove to be more dangerous than those he’s protecting her from.
Their attraction would be forbidden even under the best circumstances. But as the threat draws near, the tension between the two of them rises, culminating in an explosive flash point that will blindside them both.
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You know the kind of book that hooks you from the very first chapter? Flash Point is THAT book! This intoxicating and thrilling story will keep you gripping your kindle (or book) until the very last page.
Katherine Shaw, daughter of a prominent local judge, has been through a lot in her 23 years of life. After witnessing the brutal murder of her mother five years ago, she continues to relive that tragic night in her dreams. After her father receives threats against his and Katherine’s life, the past comes back in full force. Maybe it isn’t over? Maybe Katherine wasn’t supposed to live? Who or what are these people truly after? Whatever the reason, it’s clear that her past is not done with her. Katherine is then assigned a bodyguard, Jason Garrett. And then? That’s when the real thrill begins.
Jason Garrett is devastatingly handsome, but off limits. Never fall for the client. That’s his motto. But there is something about Katherine that he can’t ignore. It goes beyond her beauty. Beyond the spoiled rich girl, he believes her to be at first. There is a strength within her that he is drawn to. Even after what she survived and lived through, she is a strong and determined woman. And Katherine? She sees Jason. She sees under his broody exterior and all it entails. Her humor, wit, and of course good looks continue to crack Jason’s armor little by little. What happens when you fall for the one person you can’t have?
Flash Point was full of twists and turns. You cannot go into this book thinking you know what will happen. You as the reader will be constantly trying to guess what happens next. And you will be wrong. Every single time. And can we please talk about the writing? The author seamlessly weaves together a story that is captivating, engaging, and suspenseful. There are never any lull moments as the story is paced really well and you will have a hard time putting down the book. The chemistry between Jason and Katherine is undeniable. There is a spark between these two. They are funny, sexy, and their banter is unlike anything I’ve ever read. I laughed, I teared up. I felt for these two and their story. Love is never easy. And it definitely wasn’t for Katherine and Jason. But their love? Their love saves.
It’s hard to believe that this is even a solo debut for the author. She writes like a seasoned professional. Her character development is carefully crafted. Her writing is addicting and intense as it allows you to live within the pages. And the story itself? It’s brilliant in how it all unfolds. Everything eventually comes to light. And just like Katherine and Jason’s love, the truth is unexpected. I highly recommend Flash Point as it a wonderful addition to this romantic suspense genre. I am so excited for what else is to come from Brooke Blaine. Well done.
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
Flash Point is her debut solo novel, and she is the co-author of the erotic serial, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts.
If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.
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"We met in a nightmare. The in-between world where time had no power over reason. We fell in love. We fell hard. But then we woke up. And it was over . . ."
RUIN & RULE
She is a woman divided. Her past, present, and future are as twisted as the lies she's lived for the past eight years. Desperate to get the truth, she must turn to the one man who may also be her greatest enemy . . .
He is the president of Pure Corruption MC. A heartless biker and retribution-deliverer. He accepts no rules, obeys no one, and lives only to reap revenge on those who wronged him. And now he has stolen her, body and soul.
Can a woman plagued by mystery fall in love with the man who refuses to face the truth? And can a man drenched in darkness forgo his quest for vengeance-and finally find redemption?
"Ruin & Rule is a full-length book at 436 pages and ends on a cliffhanger. Cleo and Kill's story continues in SIN & SUFFER."
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We met in a nightmare.
The in-between world where time had no power over rhyme, reason, or connection. We met. We stared. We knew.
There was no distortion from the outside world. No right or wrong. No confusion or battles from hearts and minds.
Just us. In our silent dreamworld.
That nightmare became our home. Planting ghosts, raising fantasies. Entwined together in our happily skewed reality.
We fell in love. We fell hard.
In those fleeting seconds of our nightmare, we lived an eternity.
But then we woke up.
And it was over.
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
Her Dark Erotica books include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)
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Toni wants to be an insider.
Logan just wants inside her.
She’s finally ready to rock...
Toni Nichols set aside her dreams to raise her little sister, but now she's reaching for the stars as the creator of a revolutionary interactive biography about Exodus End. She’s on tour with the rock band to immerse herself in their world, but how will she ever gain the trust of four veteran superstars who've been burned by the media before? Nobody said this was going to be easy. Then again, good things can come in hard packages.
He's always ready to roll…
Adrenaline junkie Logan Schmidt lives for the rush of playing his bass guitar before thousands of screaming fans. When he's not performing onstage or in the bedroom, he's looking for his next thrill in extreme sports. So why does a sweet, innocent journalist get his heart pumping and capture his full attention? Is Toni the real deal or just digging up dirt on his band? Logan’s eager to rock Toni’s world and roll her in the sack, but when she starts to get too close to his heart, she takes her insider look to a place he may never be willing to go.
“Have a seat, Toni,” Dare offered. He stood and took a gym bag from her hand. He set it on the floor next to the spot he’d vacated, making it clear that Toni should sit next to Logan on the sofa. Logan loved the guy. Such a thoughtful son of a bitch. Toni’s dark eyes, hidden behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, scanned the interior of the bus as if searching for refuge. Apparently the seat next to Logan was not it. Dare plopped himself down in the only available recliner and extended the leg rest, as if he had no intention of moving for the night.
“Th-thanks,” Toni said, pushing her glasses up her nose with one trembling hand.
Logan wasn’t sure what she was so nervous about all of a sudden. She’d seemed perfectly at ease when they’d been interacting with their fans. Perhaps she’d taken his comment about a lamb in a den of wolves to heart. He’d only been teasing, but he found her skittishness endearing in a world where most women threw all inhibitions to the wind when in the presence of any member of his band, much less all four of them.
The bus rumbled as it rolled forward. They were on the road again. Toni’s hands flew out as the unexpected movement threw her off balance.
She plopped down beside Logan, perching on the edge of a cushion as if the sofa’s back was made of shards of glass. Logan was pretty sure she was looking for the emergency exit. Her gaze settled on Butch, who was standing next to their driver and running over a strict schedule detailing how to get them to their next show in time while making a promotional stop between venues. Their schedule never had an inch of give. Their manager, Sam, was a genius when it came to getting the band the most exposure, but he had the tendency to believe that because they were a metal band, they were made of iron. They didn’t require useless things like down time and rest.
“So tell us more about this book,” Dare said, which was apparently the exact right thing to say to Toni, because her unease evaporated instantly.
“Have you seen the new interactive electronic textbooks?” she asked, her eager gaze moving from Dare to Max to Steve.
Logan was very conscious of the fact that she didn’t look at him once. He’d thought their attraction was mutual, but maybe not. He scooted several inches closer to her because he saw something he wanted and wasn’t one to sacrifice his personal needs for the greater good.
“Textbooks?” Steve asked. “Like for school and shit?”
“Yeah, that’s usually where textbooks are used,” she said, a teasing grin on her lush lips. When no one laughed, her face fell. Logan forced a guffaw about five seconds too late. That got his bandmates laughing. Not at Toni’s understated joke. They were laughing at his blatant stupidity. Nothing new there.
“I can’t say I’ve even seen a textbook since high school,” Steve said.
“These new interactive ones are amazing. Each topic has videos and pictures and links. It presents the information in a way that gets students who are used to constant entertainment excited about learning.”
“So you’re writing a textbook about us?” Dare asked, brows drawn together in a confused scowl.
“What kind of textbook would that be? A manual on mayhem and debauchery?” Toni cringed when no one laughed at that joke either.
Logan guffawed five seconds too late again. He was going to have to pay really close attention to what she said to figure out when she was joking. He didn’t think she lacked a sense of humor, she just looked serious. She’d definitely fit in better at a library than at standup-comedy night.
“The publishing company I work for designs and distributes these interactive textbooks,” she said. “Samuel Baily approached us to make an interactive book about the band, the first of its kind. He’s very forward thinking.”
That got the band laughing. “You might say that,” Max said. “Sometimes he’s a bit too forward thinking. He’s got every minute of our schedules booked for the next eighteen years. He thinks we’re robots or something.”
Toni’s eyes bulged. “Eighteen years?” she muttered under her breath.
Surely she knew Max was joking, so why did she look so unsettled? Wondering if he could make her blush again, Logan scooted a few more inches closer to her. His knee brushed her thigh, and she yanked on her skirt. Other than her hands and face, not an inch of bare flesh was showing. He wasn’t sure exactly what she was trying to conceal. Maybe she wasn’t open to his attempts to seduce her. Which made her a challenge. Which, like her tits, he couldn’t resist. Or maybe she had a nice boyfriend at home. His loss.
“Speaking of robots,” Steve said. “How are the prototypes of our androids coming?”
“Good until they tried to replicate my dick and ran out of materials,” Logan said.
Toni’s sudden intake of breath made him grin. That shocked her? Seriously? Too easy.
“If they ran out of materials, it had to be due to Max’s giant forehead,” Steve said.
“Or your enormous feet,” Max countered.
Toni grabbed a pad of paper out of her bag and started writing furiously. Logan leaned against her shoulder to read what had her so excited. She was writing down their conversation. In the margin, she wrote: Keep video camera close at hand when all band members are together. They’re hilarious.
He was close enough to feel her body heat and inhale the sweet fragrance of her fruity shampoo. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
“For the record,” Logan said in her ear as he pointed toward her notes, “I was the one with the big dick.”
Toni leaped from the sofa as if it were on fire. Her gaze darted from one guy to the next, and she pushed her glasses up her nose with the back of her wrist. God, he wanted to take those glasses off, take those clothes off, and do things to her. Naughty, devious, delicious things.
“Um . . .”
The twin bumps poking against her shapeless turtleneck drew Logan’s attention.
Hard nipples? Did his crassness turn her on? That was all the encouragement he needed to behave inappropriately. Visible nipples also meant that her bra was not padded. There was so much win in that, he should have her name engraved on a trophy.
“What’s wrong?” Logan asked. “I won’t bite. But I will nibble. And suck. And lick.”
She stared at him with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Her nipples strained against her sweater, begging him to do all those things and more to the tips of those luscious melons.
She glanced down at her tits and immediately crossed her arms over her chest. “Is, um, there a bathroom I can use?”
“At the back of the bus,” Dare said, nodding his head toward the end of the corridor.
“Don’t take a dump in there,” Steve said. “We stop at rest areas to do that business.”
Face flaming, she sucked in a deep breath, turned, and sprinted to the back of the bus. She fumbled with the closet door and when it popped open, a stack of towels that had shifted during transit tumbled out and pummeled her in the face.
Logan climbed to his feet to rescue her. He decided to take it easy on her for the moment. He wouldn’t want to traumatize her so much she decided to leave. They both bent to pick up the same towel at the same time and bumped heads. They jerked apart and rubbed their heads in unison. Toni looked up at him, her brown, doe-like eyes watery with tears. He wasn’t sure if they were tears of pain or humiliation, but seeing them in her eyes did strange things to his chest. He wasn’t sure why it was suddenly tight.
“It’s okay,” he said, deciding that though it was fun to tease her, he’d better tone it down a bit. She obviously wasn’t used to it, and he didn’t want to harass a woman who wasn’t receptive to provocative flirting. He hadn’t intended to upset her, just wanted to have a little fun and get under that conservative skirt of hers. “I’ll get the towels, Toni. You go ahead and do your business.” He opened the bathroom door for her.
She lowered her hand from her forehead to reveal a large reddened bump.
Logan winced and leaned forward to press his lips to the lump. She sucked a startled breath into her chest. Shit. There he went crossing the line again.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I always kiss boo-boos.”
“I have a pimple on my ass that needs kissing,” Steve called.
Logan closed his eyes and shook his head. “One of the things you should consider stressing in your book is how little fucking privacy a man has while on tour with his band.”
“I can include that,” she said, “but I think fans are more interested in the size of your dick.” She backed into the bathroom. “I know I am.” She bit her lip before closing the door in his face.
Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock 'n roll, USA Today Best-Selling Author Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered around rock musicians.
Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She's been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction -- first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own.
Blog Tour: Fighting Shadows (On The Ropes #2) by Aly Martinez - Bianca and Derna's Reviews, Excerpt, and Giveaway
Title: Fighting Shadows (On The Ropes #2)
Author: Aly Martinez
Release Date: July 7, 2015
I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
I was a jaded asshole who fell for a girl with a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I would have spent a lifetime chasing her.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting the shadows of our past.
Fighting to reclaim my future.
Fighting for her.
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**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**
I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
As the synopsis indicates, Flint Page was born into a family of fighters. Life has never been easy for the Page boys. And for Flint it’s no different. He fights his way through life and everything thrown at him. Little did he know he was in for the fight of his life the moment he met Ash Mabie.
" I fell in love with a girl who changed my life by showing me that even the darkest nights still had stars and it didn't matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them."
Due to the events of the first book (you find this out, just didn't want to spoil), Flint is left broken, physically and emotionally. He wants nothing more than to be alone. He pushes away his family needing time to get over everything that happened. When Ash Mabie comes crashing into his life, she embodies everything he shouldn’t like. But he does. He tries to fight the attraction to her, but the walls around his heart begin to crumble as they are no match to her charm.
While Flint struggles with his disability, Ash is there to remind him that losing the ability to walk doesn’t define him. To never get lost in the darkness and his own shadow. But Ash struggles with her own issues. As her and Flint get closer, Ash never feels worthy of love. But her heart wants nothing more. When a truth is exposed it shatters everything Flint and Ash have. But even years later you still recognize the one who makes your heart beat.
Flint and Ash are unlike any other couple I’ve ever read. The author truly breathes life into her characters as her beautiful words brings them to life. Flint is broody. He is resentful. But deep down he has the most beautiful heart I’ve ever read about. He doesn’t see it, but the author allows you to see his heart. Oh Ash Mabie. She is fun, quirky, and everything Flint should’ve never fallen for. But he does. Effortlessly. Before he even knows it.
Fighting Shadows truly attests to the author’s talent of storytelling. She doesn’t just write. Her words have a tendency to leave an imprint on your heart. Her characters stay with you. Her stories? They consume you. And this one was no different.
*** I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review ***
Fighting Shadows By Aly Martinez is the second book in her new series On The Ropes and is Flint Page’s story. I was eager to read Flint story after finishing Fighting Silence the first book in the series. I have a thing for all Aly’s previous boys, and Flint Page has just been added to the list.
Flint Page is struggling, he has given up, he feels his life is a nightmare and one that he can’t wake up from. Until he meets Ash Mabie the bright light, who could be the one to end his nightmare the one who could put a smile on his face again. But like Flint, Ash is also fighting her own shadows.
“No one had ever loved me. I didn’t need it. I just needed him.”
I loved Flint, well maybe not so much at the start as he was so bitter, angry asshole, especially to those who wanted to help him. However the more time he spent with Ash, the more you get to see a different side of him, one that is caring, passionate, and funny. Ash, I just loved from the start she was sassy, quirky and I loved her sense of humor but also her vulnerability. Ash sees the real Flint and calls him out on his shit!!
“If he'd just smiled a little more he could have been attractive. Maybe. But what really boggled my mind was the fact that it seemed like he truly wanted to be a miserable asshole. And let me just tell you, he excelled at it. Luckily, my father was a dick. I knew exactly how to handle it.”
Without giving away spoilers its safe to say Flint and Ash relationship is not smooth sailing. It’s emotional, humorous, passionate, intense, honest and painful at times. I loved watching it and the way it develop. I loved Flint and Ash connection, banter they shared and seeing the changes they go through together and individually.
“Because when I was nineteen years old I fell in love with a girl who changed my life by showing me that even the darkest nights still had stars and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.”
Aly has yet again written a beautiful, heartwarming and heartbreaking story that pulls you in from the very first page. It’s about love, loss, pain, trust, family, friendships, second chances and hope, but most of all not given up and fighting for what you want.
“In my dreams you were walking” I whispered
“In mine you stayed.” He replied.
Love the way previous characters are woven into the story. I’m so looking forward to Fighting Solitude as we are left with no doubt at the end of this one that Quarry’s story the youngest of the Page brothers is going to be emotional too.
I recommend that you 1-click this one today.
“Hey, Flint? What time is it?” Quarry asked.
Ash’s smile actually slipped completely. For the briefest of seconds, she appeared almost ashamed.
I dragged my eyes away from her in order to answer his question, but as I looked at my wrist, I had no answer at all.
“Here,” she said as she pulled my watch from her pocket.
What. The. Fuck?
Quarry howled with laughter, and Ash chewed on her bottom lip.
“Explain,” I demanded, wrapping my watch back around my wrist and shoving my wallet in the front pocket of my hoodie.
Quarry filled in the blank. “She’s a pickpocket, dude. You should have seen her when she fell on your lap. It was so fucking fast. She straight-up stole that shit from you, and you had no fucking clue.”
“I didn’t steal it! I was gonna give it back,” she amended uncomfortably. “It was just a joke.”
A. Fucking. Joke.
And just like that, I remembered why I didn’t laugh anymore.
“Was it funny? Stealing from the cripple? You get a good laugh out of that?” I snapped, spinning and rolling myself away. “You know, maybe my judgment of you wasn’t all that off to begin with. Like father, like daughter, I guess.” It was a low blow, but I felt completely betrayed by a woman I didn’t even know.
“Flint, wait. I wasn’t picking on the cripple!”
I fully realized that I had just used the term, but it enraged me that she’d had the audacity to repeat it back to me. Who the hell was this chick? I pushed a hand into my pocket, searching for my keys. Fuck the food. I’d leave her ass there. Hell, Quarry too if he didn’t get his ass to the car.
“Get in the car, Q!” I yelled, only to close my eyes and drop my chin to my chest when my hand never made contact on the keys. “Son of a bitch,” I said as I spun back around.
Quarry was laughing next to her, but Ash’s cheeks were bright red.
“Keys.” I snapped my fingers and opened my hand, palm up.
“Stop being a dick,” Quarry said, casually tossing an arm around Ash’s shoulders.
She didn’t budge as she held my glare.
“Keys,” I repeated, but she remained still.
“It was a joke.” Her chin began to quiver.
For fuck’s sake, I wasn’t in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit from some girl I didn’t even know and was quickly discovering I didn’t care to know, either.
Quarry’s eyes grew wide as she turned to him and buried her cries in his chest.
What the fuck, asshole! Q signed before rubbing his hands over her back.
Her shoulders shook as she let out a loud sob that shocked us both.
“Come on. Let’s sit down.” Q tried to guide her over to an empty table.
Ash refused to look up and tripped over one of the chairs.
“Shit,” Q said, catching her around the waist.
I was just about to roll my eyes when she glanced my way. He was still trying to get her back on her feet and over to a table when her tear-free, bright-blue eyes pointedly glanced in my direction. My head snapped back in surprise, but a smile grew on her face.
Ash was about to put on a show, and with that one look, she had invited me to have a front-row seat.
As she floundered all over Quarry, her hands slid between his pockets and her own. Every noise she made and each time she flailed covered up a jarring movement. She was keeping his mind too busy for it to process all the places she was touching him. Hell, I was only watching her and I could barely keep up.
There was no denying that it was entertaining, but I wasn’t willing to show her that. However, as she accidentally lifted her knee, catching Q in the balls, a laugh erupted from my throat. He cupped his crotch while she apologized profusely and pushed him toward the same chair he’d been dragging her to only seconds before. Just before he sat, Ash swung her arm out, unwinding Q’s belt from around his body before tossing it at me.
“Oh God. I’m so sorry!” she said as Quarry held a finger up to ask for a second to recover. She didn’t wait at all though. Instead, she walked over in my direction; her prideful smile grew with every step.
She pulled my keys out of her pocket and dropped them into my lap. They were quickly followed by Quarry’s phone, wallet, and house keys. Then she snagged his belt off the floor and tossed it over her shoulder.
“It had absolutely nothing to do with you being in a wheelchair. It was a joke and it wasn’t supposed to piss you off.”
“Hey!” Quarry yelled. “That was messed up. You did not have to knee me in the balls to prove a point to him.”
“Oh, that wasn’t to prove a point. That was for bullshitting me. You knew good and damn well that he wouldn’t find it funny,” she said without ever tearing her gaze from mine. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of friends. And I’ve mentally noted that pickpocketing might not be the best way to make new ones.” She shrugged. “Consider it a lesson learned.”
“Three burgers all the way, onion rings, and a shake?” the guy at the counter called out.
Ash arched an eyebrow. “You want it to go, or are we good?”
I didn’t have to drop my attitude. Sure, she’d apologized, but while I might have had a short fuse, I also had a hell of a long burn. However, as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and her blue eyes pleading for forgiveness, it magically fell away.
I swallowed hard. “No. We’re good.”
“You sure?” She leaned in, eyeing me warily, but her smile began to grow.
I swear to God it pulled at my lips as well. I fought it. But the harder I tried to keep it restrained, the bigger Ash’s grew. She was stealing my smile. The chick was good! Finally, with an eye roll, I let out a quiet chuckle, which seemed to appease her.
“Good. Now, help your brother get redressed and I’ll make the fancy sauce.” She waggled her eyebrows.
Blog Tour: Ride Steady by Kristen Ashley ~ Read an excerpt, Kat's review & enter the Giveaway! @Kristenashley68 @ForeverRomance
This is the story of Carissa and Carson (Joker), two somewhat friends that parted ways in high school only to find each other again years later. One has lost their family and the other has finally found theirs.
All Carissa wanted was to get married and be a mom. When that finally happened for her, things took a bad turn. She found herself broke and raising her son, Travis, alone. Or as alone as one could be with ex trying to make her life a living hell.
Carson was brought up by a horribly abusive, loveless father. If not for a couple neighbours and a teacher trying to help him see the good in him and the potential he had, he may have just wandered through life as a lost soul.
The thing about this story, is there were so many facets that captured my heart. And Tack was a huge part of that. He was the kind of father Joker dreamed of having. Seeing him interact with his own son, smiling, laughing, hugging, yeah, Joker wanted that. A love and sense of belonging he wasn't blessed to have growing up.
“He burned you,” Tack’s voice was tight. “And I let you stand at that fuckin’ fence."
Chaos embraced him. And when Carissa came along, there was no way they'd leave her struggling alone. They had her back big time! Family is family, not just by blood, but by the bonds of the good souls that have found something special in one another. That, is what Chaos brings to the table.
Now, I don't normally like books with kids in them, because they so often interfere with the romance flow but OH. MY. GOD. This is a Kristen Ashley book after all and without that element, Jokers heart wouldn't have shined so bright.
It's so amazing to see a man love a child as if he was his own. "Yeah. I'm your Joker." This kind of love and acceptance is enough to melt any heart. Sure it happens all the time in real life, but I for one, have never witnessed it first hand. Kristen did a beautiful job showing me how it could be. How it should be. Joker went above and beyond, but really was just himself. His faith and heart had not truly been tainted by his evil father. I loved every moment Kristen gave us with Carissa, Travis and Joker together.
It was so great to get so much Tack in this story. Made me realize how much I missed him. (I feel a Motorcycle Man reread coming soon!)
And what Joker did for his former high school teacher, I could just scream over my undying love for all that is this man. Linus, Big Petey, Mrs. Heely, I loved them all. They added so much heart to the story. Makes me wish all these characters were real, this world could use people like them in it.
This book is definitely another Kristen Ashley favourite of mine, they just seemed to keep piling up. And I welcome adding more in the future!
“What now?” he clipped, planting his hands on his hips.
I watched him do this.
His knuckles were all scabbed. But his fingers were long, not graceful, but handsome. They were a working man’s hands. They’d be rough. I could even see grease stains around the nail beds.
Something about that caused something to happen inside me.
My focus shifted from his hands to his crotch. His jeans were faded. The area around his crotch more faded.
Up I went to a black belt with silver rivets in it that had seen some wear, the length beyond the clasp dangling from a belt loop to the side in a supple way, the leather not close to stiff.
Up his flat belly to his wide chest and broad shoulders and bulging arms.
And up to his long black hair that looked thick, messy, had a lot of wave and brushed his shoulders. His beard wasn’t bushy, it was trimmed, but it was about two days away from being unkempt.
He was tall.
He was annoyed.
I felt the latter because he was the kind of man whose mood altered a room and I understood this because I was right then experiencing it. But I also knew it wasn’t just that or that we were the only ones in the room and having the conversation that was making him annoyed so of course I’d be feeling it.
It was him. He had that kind of power behind his personality.
I shifted my eyes to his.
Steel. A strange flat color that seemed impenetrable.
And suddenly I had a new dream. One that didn’t involve motherhood, cookies, doing laundry, and being a soccer mom.
One that centered around penetrating the impenetrable.
“So? What?” he prompted irately.
At his words, I flew across the room.
He had the chance to go back on a boot but that was all he had before my body slammed into his, my hands went to either side of his head and I lifted up on tiptoe as I yanked him down.
Then I pressed my lips hard against his.
A breath later, something strange happened.
Strange and wondrous.
His arms closed around me, and if I could think of anything, I’d worry about the state of my ribs.
But I couldn’t think of anything because his tongue spiked into my mouth and my world changed.
My entire world.
I didn’t have a dead sister.
I didn’t have a dead mother.
I didn’t have a lonely father looking after his mother, who was addled with Alzheimer’s disease.
I didn’t have an ex‑husband, who I once loved who I thought would cherish and protect me and help me build my dream, but now was making my life a misery and trying to take my son away from me.
I had this.
All of it. All the biker named Joker gave me by holding me so tight it was a pain that hurt so good and who was invading my mouth with his tongue in a way that stated clearly he could do it for a lifetime and never get enough.
My hands left his head so I could curve my arms around his shoulders as I pressed closer.
In return, one of his hands slid up my spine. He pulled out my ponytail holder and drove his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head, tilting it one way while he slanted his the other. He deepened the kiss in an intoxicating way while his other hand glided down and cupped one cheek of my behind.
That felt good.
He shuffled me back.
I went with him.
We kept kissing.
Then he turned quickly and we were falling.
Then he turned quickly and we were falling.
He landed on his back on the bed. I landed on him but barely had the opportunity to experience the dizzying beauty of the long length of his hard frame under mine before I was given more beauty when he rolled me and I had the weight of his hard frame pressing mine into the bed.
His hand left my bottom and went up, fingers yanking at my navy LeLane’s polo shirt, pulling it from my khakis, and then I had its heat, skin against skin.
I was right.
His hands were rough.
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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“CAN WE STOP by the liquor store on the way to dinner?” Mom asks from the passenger seat of my car.
“Should you be drinking?” I frown then turn onto the main road—well, really the only road in town.
“What’s it going to do, kill me?” she jokes, making me inhale a sharp breath. “Honey,” she says quietly, and I look at her briefly, wondering how the hell she can be so casual about this. “I’m dying. When it will happen, only the good Lord knows, but it is happening, and there is nothing you or I can do about it. I have made my peace with it, and I want you to do the same.” She reaches over to pat my thigh.
“Make peace with it?” I repeat, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Yes, make peace with it. If you think about it, I’m lucky. I know I’m going to die. I know that sooner rather than later God is going to come take me home, and when he does, I will be ready. I will have had a chance to say goodbye to the people I care about and right any wrongs I’ve caused. I’m lucky, honey.”
“What about me?” I wring my hands on the steering wheel, feeling my chest get tight as I fight back tears.
“I love you, honey. I loved you before you were even a sparkle in my eye, and I will always be with you. I know this isn’t easy for you. I know there are going to be a lot of tears shed, but we’re lucky, honey.”
I press my lips together to keep from saying something I might regret. I’m not lucky; in fact, I’m unlucky to the tenth power. How many people have I lost, how many people do I have to loose before it’s enough.
“Oh look! Sheryl!” She yells, pulling me from my thoughts as she reaches over, pressing the horn on my steering wheel while her other hand shoots across me so she can wave out my window. Looking to where she’s waving my heart begins to beat wildly
against my ribcage when I see not Sheryl, but Austin walking into one of the many bars that litter Main Street, only it’s not just Austin—it’s him and a woman with her arm wrapped around the back of his waist as he holds the door open for her.
Even from the distance separating us, my lungs compress at the beauty that is him. The years have been good to him. His hair is still shaggy, only now a little lighter; his face is tan and covered in a beard that makes his crystal blue eyes stand out even more. My eyes travel from his face to his torso, which is covered in a dark green thermal that shows off the muscles of his arms, chest, and tapered waist, then down to his denim-covered thighs. When my gaze sweeps back up, his eyes are on me, and I see them crinkle in confusion then realization that soon turns into anger.
“You missed the liquor store,” my mom complains as I speed up.
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
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Title: One To Chase (One to Hold, #7)
Author: Tia Louise
Release Date: June 25, 2015
Amy Knight, meet Marcus Merritt.
Patrick’s ambitious, over-achieving little sister has just landed an interview with one of the top law firms in Chicago.
The only problem is the sexy, high-powered attorney interviewing her is the same green-eyed player she hooked up with after a certain wedding in Wilmington. He’s also Elaine’s older brother. Is this even legal?!
Complications everywhere, and the more they run, the less it’s clear who’s chasing whom.
A STAND-ALONE, ONE TO HOLD NOVEL. Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. #SexyLawyer
I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
So this series? I’ve been a fan from the very start. The author has a talent for creating amazing male heroes. They are imperfect, yet they do nothing but steal your heart. And the one who’s stolen my heart the most? Derek Alexander. That was until Marcus Merritt.
“I’ve already fallen.”
Oh Marcus. I have fallen. Let me count the ways. When fate brings Amy Knight back into the life of Marcus Merritt, he sees this as a second chance. Ever since they’ve met, he wasn’t able to get her out of his head. But even with this second chance, Amy is not interested. At least her mind isn’t. But her attraction to Marcus does not go unnoticed. He is devastatingly handsome and used to getting what he wants. It’s a big blow to his ego that Amy wants nothing to do with him. As the story continues, we learn there’s a reason why Marcus is the lawyer that he is. He simply doesn’t take no for an answer.
“I will never break you.”
Amy doesn’t believe in relationships. She’s been burned. Commitment is not something she feels she will be ready for. She just runs. Always. But with Marcus, she feels her walls slowly crumbling. He’s not a man to chase, but he finds himself chasing Amy. I found their banter to be flirty and fun. I loved watching them truly fall for the other. It was effortless. They simply made sense. When Amy finds herself not wanting to run, you feel that shift in their relationship. Perhaps she can have more with Marcus. He makes it so easy to want to give in. But how do you let a guarded heart love again?
“My heart moved to his, knit with his...”
The chemistry between Marcus and Amy was off the charts. The attraction between them went so much deeper than physical. Marcus knew he could love Amy. And he did. Deeply. His love for her was strong enough to break down every barrier Amy placed around her heart. His love shattered every obstacle. His love was strong. Not only did he find a place in Amy’s heart, but he will forever be in mine. Once again, the author has brilliantly added another layer to this wonderful series. One To Chase is intoxicating and addicting. I read it in one sitting as I refused to leave the world of Amy and Marcus. There was never a dull moment with these two. I held on to each word. Words cannot express my excitement for the continuation of this series as we get more Stuart and Mariska in One To Take!
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes the next new adult novel in her beloved Rosemary Beach series, which continues the story of Mase and Reese from When I’m Gone.
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I was so excited and a little nervous when I realised that When You’re Back was going to my next read. You see I was excited to get more of the sexy Southern cowboy Mase Colt Manning as I fell in love with him after reading When You’re Gone. He became my second favourite Abbi man after Woods. (I love Woods) but I was nervous about what was in store for both him and Recess.
“I found her. I’d found the one. The one who would change my world”
“I was his. Everything about me belonged to Mase Colt Manning”
I have to say the drama and angst that was there, and there was some wasn't too bad. Yes, they did have a bit of a bumpy road as a couple of other characters were playing manipulative little games. And when trust, honesty, jealousy and insecurity issues come into play, it makes Mase and Reese doubt their relationship and what they really meant to each other. So its safe to say I was a little frustrated with them both at times.
“I love you so much I can’t breathe. You are my heart, Reese. My life”
“The man I trusted. The man I knew would never hurt me”
However, with what was going on you couldn’t deny how much Mase loved his girl and how much Reese loved her cowboy. In true Abbi style, the lust, passion, attraction, and the chemistry between Mase and Reese was undeniable these two had so much love for each other. And I love that! Loved watching Mase and Reese grow as a couple as they faced this bumpy road together.
“Loving her is worth…it’s worth it all. Living in fear of love isn’t living.”
When You’re Back was a heartwarming story about true love, trust, and growth, honesty, with a little drama and angst thrown in. I loved the little twist that Abbi threw in and, as a result, I went from having a mild dislike for a character to seeing them in a whole new light. Well-played Abbi!!
Overall, I enjoyed this one. There is something familiar about an Abbi book. I love her ability to draw me in every time, and I love the feeling I get when reading one of her books, and that I read most it with a grin on my face. I’m looking forward to reading the next book in the Rosemary Beach Series The Best Goodbye, which will be Blaire’s brother Captain’s story.
One last thing! I did spend a lot of time talking to one of my Co-blogger while reading this one about who was the man that was going to tame Nan. As I knew, Abbi had said the clues would be there, and I have to say that after playing the detective and finishing the book I pretty sure I know who it will be! I can’t wait to see if I’m right!!
Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. She has a new YA series coming out in the fall of 2015 titled The Field Party Series. She never cooks unless baking during the Christmas holiday counts. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. She drinks, afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas, she was born in Alabama. When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers' lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.
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