Friday, 30 December 2016

The Fixer Blog Tour - Review



REVIEW: 

The Fixer is a Smooth, Sexy and A Page Turning Read. I was engaged in the story and the characters. It grips your Mind and Interest.

I Could Hardly Put it Down. It was Amazing and I Highly Recommend it to all the Readers <3



The Fixer Synopsis:
He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man, he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what she wants from him is very personal.

Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to him will prove completely impossible.

Anonymity is essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.

HelenKay Dimon Bio:
HelenKay Dimon spent the years before becoming a romance author as a...divorce attorney. Not the usual transition, she knows. Good news is she now writes full time and is much happier. She has sold over forty novels and novellas to numerous publishers, including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin Random House, Riptide and Carina Press. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot Reads" and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. She is on the Board of Directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC San Diego and MiraCosta College. You can learn more at her website: www.HelenKaydimon.com

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Thursday, 15 December 2016

It's You (Book One) by Katy Regnery: Review




IT'S YOU BY KATY REGNERY

RELEASE DATE: JANUARY 3rd 2017


REVIEW:

It's You by Katy Regnery is One of the Most Beautiful and Powerful Paranormal book i have read. It's a Very Interesting and Page Turning Read. Once you start reading the story you find it really hard to put it down. It pulls you in and wants you to read till the end.

I Really Enjoyed reading It's You and I Would Highly Recommend all the Readers to Read this amazing book.

The Darkness Remains: Blog Tour & Review





The Darkness Remains


Darkness Falls, Book Three
By Kira Adams
Genre – Post-Apocalyptic




When Phoenix Blue, the President of the United States, and all of his staff go missing, Ace Cullen is determined to piece together their whereabouts and save the love of his life before it's too late. Ike Glass knows he must stay behind and be a leader amongst the group inside the White House walls. Neveah is counting on him, and he won't let her down.

Things haven't been easy since they met, but these three friends are going to learn the real meaning of family as they continue to fight for their lives, and rebuild the world around them. This time they're going in with their eyes open, because even with flickers of hope, the darkness remains.


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Ike
Trudging my way back, I safely make it back inside our compound. Slipping inside through one of the sliding glass doors on the lower level, I make my way back up to our living quarters. The stench of the dried blood from the lost souls is enough to knock anyone off their feet. I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m heading straight for my shower, wanting to cleanse myself thoroughly.

As soon as my bedroom door closes, I toss the dangerous weapon to the ground, the needles and blood reaching the carpet at the same time. I pull off my shirt, kick off my socks and shoes, and begin unbuttoning my pants. I make a beeline for my closed bathroom door, and throw it open, already anticipating the feeling of the hot water along my shoulder blades. I’ve been wound up too tight lately.

I don’t anticipate the hot steam that attacks my face or the sound of running water coming from my shower. My mind begins racing as I dash around the room, headed for my bedside drawer where I keep my loaded gun. I grip it tightly as I approach the hot air pouring out of the bathroom. I swallow, my heartbeat speeding up. Taking small steps, I try not to make my presence known. All my defenses are up, and I want to know who is toying with me. 


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REVIEW:


The Darkness Remains by Kira Adams is a Very Interesting and Page Turning Read. Once you start reading the story you find it really hard to put it down. It pulls you in and wants you to read till the end.

I Really Enjoyed reading The Darkness Remains and I Would Highly Recommend all the Readers to Grab this book now and Read this amazing book.

Wicked Impulse Blog Tour & Review



REVIEW:

Wicked Impulse by Chelle Bliss  is a Very Interesting and Page Turning Read. Bear was Hot Alpha, Delicious and one of the best book boyfriend. Once you start reading the story you find it really hard to put it down. It pulls you in and wants you to read till the end.

I Really Enjoyed reading Wicked Impulse and I Would Highly Recommend all the Readers to Grab this book now and Read this amazing book.

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There's only one thing worse than dating a friend's sister sleeping with his mother.

Fran DeLuca's known for her bossy, overbearing personality almost as much as for her

love of nylon tracksuits. But when someone runs off with fifty thousand dollars, she

becomes involved in an ALFA investigation and catches the eye of silver fox biker, Bear.

Bear North, ALFA's resident bad boy, has never thought of Fran as anything more than

his buddy's mom. When she trades in her elastic pants and orthopedic tennis shoes for a

pair of skintight jeans and high heels, he takes notice of the fifty-something MILF.

When the money trail leads closer to Fran than expected, Bear takes charge of the

investigation and will do anything to protect her. Can Bear track a thief, claim Fran, and

keep Morgan DeLuca in the dark long enough to solve the case?

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Exit Wounds- Blog Tour and Review


Exit Wounds Synopsis:
Colt is on the run. After a family argument ends with her father dead on the floor and the murder weapon in her hand, the heiress to Mexico’s largest drug cartel is left with few options. As the police rush to piece together evidence and name a suspect, Colt and her boyfriend speed south. If she wants to stay out of jail, she’ll have to sacrifice a different sort of freedom and leave America for the anonymity and relative safety of Mexico. But at her drug lord uncle’s Playboy-esque villa, the outlaw princess must make a choice: accept her place in the family legacy, or try to make her way alone. And her uncle may have more skeletons in his closet than even Colt could’ve imagined.

Nikki Archer Bio:
Nikki Archer lives in New England, where she teaches high school English and spends her free time pursuing as many degrees as humanly possible. She divides her life into hockey season and baseball season, and she really really hates socks. She spends all of her extra money (and some that’s not exactly extra) on concert tickets and trips to interesting places. Her first novel, “Whatever’s Left,” is a YA romance, but “Exit Wounds” is her first venture into the world of crime writing. 

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Exit Wounds by Nikki Archer is a Very Interesting and Page Turning Read. Once you start reading the story you find it really hard to put it down. It pulls you in and wants you to read till the end.

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Liliana Hart's SWEET SURRENDER - Excerpt Tour


EXCERPT:

“I am not getting trapped in this one-horse town,” she said, almost convincing herself. “I’m

selling. And that’s final. Fifty years of batter and frosting is long enough. I’ve got a life to live,

and cake making for cowboys ain’t it.”

She nudged the boxes with the toe of her boot and then sighed as she got out of the chair

and knelt to scoop them up. When she stood back up, her gaze locked on the handsome sight

walking in her direction, and her lips quirked in a smile.

Cooper MacKenzie was nothing to sneeze at, but those MacKenzie boys had been all

trouble and sex appeal when she’d visited during the summers of her youth. Her great aunt had

warned her often to stay away from them, and she had, for the most part, but she’d have been

lying if she’d said she hadn’t sneaked a peek with longing every once in a while.

But the wildness must’ve calmed over the years because Cooper was very happily married

and proud to show it, though he was still something to look at—that thick black hair and those

cobalt blue eyes—the body he obviously kept in shape and the tattoos that covered his arms.

But it was the man who walked beside him that was worth a second look in her book. He

moved with an ease that told her he was very comfortable in his own skin. His shoulders were

broad, and even through the layers of his work shirt and coat she could tell that he was in good

shape—excellent shape, actually. His light brown hair was unruly and on the longish side and

the scruff on his face let her know he hadn’t seen a razor in a couple of days.

“Well, hello, cowboy,” she purred.

About SWEET SURRENDER:
It’s been twelve years since Liza Carmichael stepped foot in Surrender, but after her great aunt’s death she has no choice but to return and settle her estate. Which includes the corner bakery that’s been a staple in Surrender for more than fifty years.
After twenty-five years on the job, Lieutenant Grant Boone finds himself at loose ends now that he’s retired. He’s gotten a number of job offers—one from MacKenzie Security—but he’s burned out and jaded, and the last thing he wants to do is carry the burden of another badge and weapon. He almost turns down the invitation from his good friend Cooper MacKenzie to stay as their guest for a few weeks while he’s deciding what to do with the rest of his life. But he packs his bag and heads to Surrender anyway.
The only thing Boone knows is that his future plans don’t include Liza Carmichael. She’s bossy, temperamental, and the confections she bakes are sweet enough to tempt a saint. Thank God he’s never pretended to be one. But after he gets one taste of Liza and things start heating up in the kitchen, he realizes how delicious new beginnings can be.



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Monday, 12 December 2016

RELEASE BLITZ: Dark Surrender by Rachel Van Dyken



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Blurb
Never met a male siren before?
You're about to....

I grew up as a prince...
And lead the life of a King.
There isn't anyone or anything that doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it. And I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.
As a male siren it's my job to feed off emotion.
And I was happy to do it.
I am happy to do it.
What I'm not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There's a war coming and being the idiot I am--I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.
Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts.
And I'm left wondering if it's worth it.
If she's worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands.
But I have a world to save.
A job to do.
Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I've lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet.
Only to meet my match.
With one.
Measly.
Human.
They say hells hot. They're wrong.
Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter.
And before this is over--she may just singe me alive.

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Excerpt

To say I was pissed.
To say I was angry
To say I was intrigued.
I couldn’t decide which emotion was going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for the most part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale of one to ten, a five meant that you were clearly above average but not to the point that a person would literally sell a kidney and spleen in order to sleep with you.
No, the selling of body parts came at six.
Seven meant they were willing to commit a crime and sell body parts.
Eight was when they neared the wailing stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything at all!
Nine was a rarity. I was a nine when I was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous because showing myself at a nine made it easier to wipe the individuals’ memories. Meaning I was more than likely cursing them to a life where they would never settle down because they’d be stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a beer gut, and he’d always fall short.
Even the Toms fell short.
Tom Brady.
Tom Hardy.
You get the picture.
In my entire existence, I’ve pulled a nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all the sex had never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s chance at love.
And tens?
Tens weren’t done. To become a ten in front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering the sweetest tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known over and over again. Add that in with good looks that made women, men, plants, atoms — you get the picture — full-on weep, and it just wasn’t done.
Never.
In fact, some might say it was forbidden.
I’d never been tempted.
Until five minutes ago.
I was currently at an eight, flirting with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her knees, but when she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
The hell?
I did a double take, my eyes narrowing as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No sudden burst of adoration.
Nine, here I come.
I exhaled as I allowed my hair to go pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a never-ending ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of energy that I could see pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I was aware that she was being assaulted with my scent, a mixture of rain, fresh air, and finally a deep sweet chocolate.
The most addicting scents known to mankind.
The most cleansing scents to a human.
Her eyes widened as she gulped and then squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her knees knocked together as she swayed.
“Open your eyes, human!”
“I-I’d rather not,” she said in a weak voice.
“Now!” The walls of the room shook causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was moving towards me and launching her plump body into the air.
Directly onto mine.
Mine.
My body.
Without any other option, I braced myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was more of a mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she moved with the speed of a torpedo.
I caught her in my arms.
The shaking stopped.
Her hands clung to the front of my shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.
I appreciated all types of beauty.
Even hers.
I would have preferred a small mate, one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of falling in love with.
Because a siren in love — was a dangerous thing.
And a part of me wondered if that was what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my strongest, I needed to be in love.
Something I’d never experienced in all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and females alike.
“What.” I gave her a menacing glare. “The hell, do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m scared of earthquakes,” she whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to go mad with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her mouth. “Terrified, actually.”
“This is Seattle.” I was still holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.
“They say the next earthquake is going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide into the Puget Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”
“And you live downtown?”
“Well… no.” Her brown eyes focused in on mine.
“Then you must visit there often?”
“No.”
I sighed impatiently. “So your fears are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“I tire of holding you, human.” The lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she fidgeted in my arms like she was the offended party, when I was the one who had just been assaulted. “The only thing you need to fear is me.”
“Because you…” She sighed. “You’re going to sacrifice me?”
I tried to hold the laugh in.
But it was all too ridiculous.
“Yes.” I nodded seriously, my lips twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless. I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked, and then plunge an immortal sword into your heart. You’ll need to repeat the words ut animam meam and then once you drink my blood — if it accepts you, you will live.”
Her face paled as she struggled to get out of my arms.
And then I lost it, dropping her back to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.
“I don’t even remember the phrase!” Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on. Joke. It was a joke.
“Well,” I lifted a shoulder and shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”
“But—”
“Better do it quickly, less pain that way.”
“What about the plants?”
My smile froze. “Either you’re extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you talking about?”
“The—” She tugged at her low ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of them and Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting a promotion, so sorry, but you can’t kill me.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
She frowned.
I was still confused how she was shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained from the energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I returned to my normal everyday state and held out my hand.
She stared at it.
“Take my hand.”
“No.” She swallowed. “I think I’ll just wait for Cassius.”
“He’s already mated.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not mating him.”
“No.” This, this was my favorite part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces of the puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to comprehend the different parts they held, the angles, the colors, “You’re going to mate with me.”
I expected her to cry.
Maybe throw something.
Instead, she froze and then with a scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing backward against the marble floor.
I was caught unaware.
Meaning, I barely had time to stop myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.
She tried to run toward the door.
“Cat and mouse.” I sighed from my position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”
She jerked against the doors with fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.
Not until she was mine.
Not until the doors sensed my blood running through her veins.
“Why won’t it open?” Her voice was strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and brushed against her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
“I can.” I yawned. “I will.”
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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!



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