Blog Tour (Excerpt & Giveaway): Deep by Kylie Scott



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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 Lizzie are connected in the deepest way possible…but will it lead to a connection of the heart?



“Where have you been?” My sister rushed forward, catching me up in a tight hug. “I’ve been trying to call you all day. We checked everywhere and couldn’t find you.”

“Sorry. I just needed some alone time.” I squeezed her back, unable to stop from smiling. The thought of Anne turning her back on me had scared me more than I liked to admit.

“Well, I get you might want that.” She stepped back. “But you could have told someone.”

“You can’t just disappear like that.” And Ben kept right on frowning. “Shit, Liz, you’re pregnant.”

“Don’t upset her,” snapped Anne.

Ben ignored her. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on in your head. But you need to let me know where you are.”

My eyebrows went up and my mouth opened, ready to rip him a new one.

“She doesn’t answer to you. She’ll let you know if and when she decides to let you know,” said Mal, laying down the law to his bandmate before turning my way. “You will text your sister next time you decide to go wandering for a day, understood?”

My mouth, it still hung open.

“Christ, man.” Over and over, Ben’s hands rolled into tight fists before releasing again. “Can you cut the shit and get off my back for a fucking minute?”

“Don’t swear at him.” My usually sensible and staid sister poked a finger dead center in Ben’s broad chest. “You’re the one that caused this mess, thank you very much. She might still be a little young and naive, but you’re definitely old enough to know better.”

“That’s right.” Standing about as tall as a skyscraper, despite only coming up to Ben’s nose, Mal stared him down. Or up. Whatever. “This is a family matter. You can leave, thanks.”



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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.

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Upcoming Release: When I’m Gone by Abbi Glines:


We’re celebrating the release of WHEN I’M GONE by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines!

Title: When I’m Gone (Rosemary Beach)
Author: Abbi Glines
Publisher: Atria Books (April 7, 2015)
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes the next new adult novel in the Rosemary Beach series, in which we meet Mase, a Texas heartthrob first introduced in Take a Chance who comes to Rosemary Beach to stir things up.

I had an urge to fix all her problems. Which was stupid. She was doing fine without me. But something about those big eyes…

Mase Colt-Manning has always preferred his humble life as a Texas rancher to his birthright as the son of a legendary rock star. In fact, he rarely visits his father’s rarefied world in Rosemary Beach, especially if it means bunking at his vile half-sister Nan’s house—until one visit leads to a chance encounter with a young, gorgeous house maid who awakens him with her off-key but spirited imitation of a country music star…

Reese Ellis finally has her freedom. After escaping a lifetime of abuse from her parents and classmates for an undiagnosed learning disorder, she seizes the opportunity to be a house maid to some of the richest families in Rosemary Beach. But her job is in jeopardy when she causes an accident at the home of her most important client, Nan Dillon. When a hot, half-naked stranger with a cowboy’s swagger comes to her rescue, she’s intrigued—then afraid once he shows his own interest. Reese has never met a trustworthy man in her life. Will Mase be any different?





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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New Release: Three Hard Lessons by Nikki Sloane



The Hard lessons ( The BlindFold Club Book 2)
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I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. I do what I love and what I’m so very good at.

Then he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home.

In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I’ve lived by to keep men at a distance. I’m about to learn some lessons the hard way.

Don’t tease him. Don’t give him boundaries. And don’t think you get a choice in who you love.


With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell how long we slept, and the alarm clock was on his side of the bed. I knew he was awake, though. Fingers traced a line down the bare skin of my back, easing the covers down with it until he reached the hollow at the base of my spine.

Then, kisses. His hot mouth moved over my shoulder blades, his stubble scraping my skin like fine sandpaper, working his way toward my neck. Goosebumps pebbled on my legs and I shivered.

“Want me to warm you up?” his rough voice asked.

He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand skimmed over my hip, gliding up my belly and through my cleavage so he could use his fingertips to turn my face toward him. Dominic’s kiss was slow and sultry; his tongue’s wicked stroke was slower still. I was determined to do better this time. To not take over and let him go slow, but this kiss was like flooring his foot on my accelerator.

“No.” A hand was firm on my hip, stopping me from turning on the bed to face him.

“No?” I let my voice go teasing. His chest was up against my back, and I shifted, rubbing my ass against him where only cotton stood between us. He was already raring to go. Good, me too.

The hand went tighter still, fingers pressing into my flesh. “We’re doing this my way.” He pushed his hard cock back against me. “Slow. Long. Neither one of us is going to come unless I want it.”

I shivered again, excited by his aggressive words, but my controlling personality instinctively kicked in. “Good luck with that.”

The hand yanked me flat on my back and he was up on an elbow, peering down at me with a stern look. “I don’t need luck.” His injured eye wasn’t too bad, but it was swollen and bluish, and the added day’s worth of stubble covering his strong jawline and the dark look made this handsome man appear dangerous. Hotter than the leather seats of my Jaguar in August.

He harmlessly slapped my hand away when it tried to grip him through his boxers, and he raised an eyebrow, challenging me to try again. My next attempt was just as unsuccessful and a wicked smile warmed on my face. I pretended to lead with my right, and while he was occupied with that, my left closed around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands wrapping around my wrists and slamming them up above my head, pinning them to the mattress. It forced him over me, bringing us chest to hard chest. My nipples tightened. Legs settled around his hips, drawing him up against me. Could he feel how wet he’d made me with those thin boxers on?

His head dropped down, bringing his lips beside my ear. “Slow, Payton.”

I blew out a frustrated breath when his mouth brushed over my sensitive skin. I’d never had this before. Outside of the club, I was always the one in charge. Guys were too turned on, too lazy, or lacked the balls to take control away from me.

Not this one. His tongue slid down my neck, his hot breath cool in its trail. Dominic had given me the smallest peek at his dominant side at the club, and I could tell the more comfortable he became with me, the more likely it was to come out and play.

“I lied before, when I said I can go slow,” I said.

He sort of laughed, his face in the valley between my tits. “Yeah, I learned that lesson the hard way.”

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Book Review: JEM by Michelle Abbott

Title: JEM
Author: Michelle Abbott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 168 pages
Rating: 3 stars

Two injured, stubborn souls meet unexpectedly. Will they save each other from their demons or have they been too damaged for too long to see past the pain?

Growing up, all Jem knew was hatred and the pain from his father’s fists. Taunted by the kids at school, he was alone, until a girl with carrot coloured hair sat next to him.

She smiled.
She listened.
She cared.

She was his angel, and he knew he’d love her forever. But Jem’s father hurts him in a way he never expected by taking him away from her.

Now eighteen, scarred inside and out, Jem trusts no one and has worked hard to ensure he’ll never be helpless again. But then he runs into his angel. The only problem is she doesn’t recognize him. Jem needs her to remember him, to show him that their time together meant to her what it did to him. For once in his life he wants to have mattered to someone, to her.

Devon is attracted to the muscular, tattooed, pierced hottie standing by the pub quiz machine. That is, until he punches a guy clean across the bar for daring to touch him. She’s had her fill of violent men and intends to avoid this one at all costs.
This is a standalone, new adult contemporary romance. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Michelle's Review

Reading the synopsis drew me in and I thought I was going to encounter a book hangover. At 70%, I swore there was going to be a cliffhanger, but there isn’t.

We meet Devon (she was 8) and Jem (he was 4) and they were on holiday. Jem being Devon’s neighbor and she being an only child, she asked her parents if he could come on holiday with them. They were so cute together, but during their interactions, Devon notices bruises on Jem’s little body. He makes her promise not to tell. Oh how I felt for poor Devon. Should she do the right thing or continue to let poor Jem live in an abusive household?

Moving forward 14 years, Devon has lost contact with Jem, but has never forgotten him. Devon is now 21 with a 3-year-old son, Luke. She too is getting away from her abusive ex-boyfriend. Devon is pretty weary of men, so when her new neighbors come by to say hello, she is super suspicious. Turns out, they are both gay. Who doesn’t love a gay best friend?

While hanging with her new friends at a pub, Devon cannot take her eyes off the hot looking guy with tattoos only drawback is that he is the epitome of bad boy since he causes a fight at the pub. And who is this bad boy, none other than Jem, but she does not recognize him. Jem on the other hand recognizes his “angel”. He has always wondered what happened to her and why she never came looking for him.

Lots of miscommunications between these two before finally Jem admits to Devon who he really is. Like I mentioned before, I thought this was going to be a cliffhanger. Although well written, I felt the story felt rushed. I wanted to know more about Jem’s childhood, or how Devon met her douche bag of an ex-boyfriend. I loved second chance love, but I wanted more depth from this book. You get a small glimpse as to what Jem’s suffered, but I needed more of a storyline, especially Devon’s story. If you want a quick read, then this is the book for you, but do not expect more than what you get.

– Michelle

*An ARC was provided for an honest review.



Audio Review: You by Caroline Kepnes

Title: You (You #1)
Author: Caroline Kepnes
Narrator: Santino Fontana
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Suspense
Length: 11 hours and 6 minutes

When a beautiful, aspiring writer strides into the East Village bookstore where Joe Goldberg works, he does what anyone would do: he Googles the name on her credit card.

There is only one Guinevere Beck in New York City. She has a public Facebook account and Tweets incessantly, telling Joe everything he needs to know: she is simply Beck to her friends, she went to Brown University, she lives on Bank Street, and she’ll be at a bar in Brooklyn tonight—the perfect place for a “chance” meeting.

As Joe invisibly and obsessively takes control of Beck’s life, he orchestrates a series of events to ensure Beck finds herself in his waiting arms. Moving from stalker to boyfriend, Joe transforms himself into Beck’s perfect man, all while quietly removing the obstacles that stand in their way—even if it means murder.

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Story: 5 stars
Sooooo . . .
Wow . . . . .

This is the second book this week that left me speechless when I finished.  It is absolute perfection and I can’t imagine why anyone would give this book less than 5 stars.  This story is creepy and disturbing, as you get inside the head of a stalker.  Joe’s thoughts evoked odd feelings within me – he is delusional and diabolical, yet I felt myself mesmerized to his every thought and action.  From the first word I was caught up in his world, as he slowly makes his fantasy a reality.

The obsession begins the minute Guinevere Beck (Beck) enters his bookstore.  A name on a credit card slip is all he needs and operation creep-me-the-fuck-out begins. Whether it is gaining access to her email and phone, or watching her every move outside her apartment window, the obsession builds.  She becomes all he thinks about.  His sole purpose every day is to get closer to Beck.

So Beck must be some amazing woman, right?  Ehhhh, I wasn’t a fan. I’m not sure why he was so enamored with her.  Was it just her beauty?  I personally thought she lacked depth, so obvious with her flaws.  Desperate for attention.  A sexual minx with daddy issues.  And while I couldn’t get past her flaws, they likely were part of her appeal to Joe.  As the story progresses, Joe slowly works his way into her world. But there are roadblocks for him – Benji (her current lover), Peach (her “friend”), Dr. Nikki. Joe eventually finds ways around those roadblocks, eliminating his competition.

Did you note the genre of this book?  Yes, Joe is equally as psychotic as he is predatory.  It was truly scary how his mind worked, rationalizing all of his actions.  What I found most disturbing was how I began to buy into his madness.  I COULD NOT stand Peach, and while I know what he did was wrong, I somehow found myself being ok with what he did.  And then I needed a Silkwood shower.

Joe does everything in his power to keep Beck in his world, a world where she is everything, and she is perfect. But she is not perfect, and those flaws begin to grow, destroying a relationship that was never truly normal in the first place.

The story on its own is compelling because it’s so unique.  Rarely do you get to read the viewpoint of a madman, but this author nailed it.  Joe’s inner monologue and declarations about “You” perfectly captured his psychotic mindset.

Performance: 5 stars
This is as good as a narration as you can get. One sentence in, I had chills.  Santino’s voice was something else.  I found it both sexy and creepy.  And you could sense that he wasn’t just reading words off a page, but was feeling the words.  A true acting performance.

The dialogue was fluid without odd breaks.  I was amazed how he pulled off reading Beck’s tweets with all of her hashtags, not an easy feat.  And as the sole narrator of the story, I thought he did a great job with all of the other voices, particularly the overly enthusiastic Ethan, and Long Island accent for Karen Minty (sp?).

This was easily was of the best audio books I’ve ever listened to so far.  Santino aka Joe, drew me into the world that was built in print, but came to life via my Bluetooth. Standing O!

Overall: 5+ stars
Alarmingly sexy (in a I’m-not-sure-I-should-like-this-kind-of-way), humorous, dark, frightening, and addictive.  This book had it all.  If you are prepared to take on the creepy, this book will suck you in and spit you out.  I loved every minute of this sadistic author’s words and I can’t wait for more!

Note to author: Please, please, please have Santino narrate book 2.

– Grace




Book Review: The Contraction of Solitude by A. Meredith Walters


Title: The Contradiction of Solitude
Author: A. Meredith Walters
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Length: 414 pages
Rating: 4.5 stars


You may notice me, but you will never know me.
I prefer it that way.
I am the daughter of a monster.
Born from blood and lies.
Dead before I have truly lived.
But Elian tells me that I’m different.
He tells me that I’m beautiful.
That I’m an enigma wrapped in irresistibly complicated skin.
Elian says that he loves me.
These words terrify me.
I can’t trust love.
Or hope.
Or truth.
Because I fear the beast inside.
It threatens to drown Elian and his sweet, unconditional love.
It’s a beast that will destroy everything.

*This is a psychological thriller and very different than my previous books*

Grace Review


That is the best way to describe how I felt after finishing this book.

Let me be clear from the beginning, pay attention to the author’s warning.  While there is a relationship in this book and word “love” is used in the story, this is not a romance.  It is not a dark romance.  It is just dark.

The prologue sets the scene and you’ll quickly know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Layna is not your typical book heroine.  She’s rude, aloof, cold, and when you get into her head, you see she’s trouble with a capital T.  There’s a darkness within her, a darkness born from the blood of her father, who commits diabolical and horrific acts, twisting them to be the acts of a savior.  As daddy’s little girl, she developed a connection for their shared interest, where causing others pain is acceptable.  This book lays claim that one can be born a certain way, that some people are just inherently evil and can’t escape the darkness to become a better person.  After reading, I personally believe Layla’s father brainwashed her, beginning at such a young age, that she didn’t even realize what was happening.

It’s clear in the beginning of the book, that Layna’s meeting and eventual relationship with Elian, wasn’t coincidental.  But it’s not until the story unfolds that you learn why she was intent on catching him under her spell, with her black eyes.

But her eyes gave her away.  Dark and wide and bottomless.  Coal black.  They were sad and devoid of light.  But I knew there was a soul inside there somewhere.  Or at least I hoped so.

Layna doesn’t use the typical tactics to lure the man in, flirty behavior, slutty attire.  Instead, she barely speaks to him, and gives little away about herself.  Enjoying the chase and knowing he can’t resist her.  Their bond is too strong.

With alternating POVs, you get inside both of Layna and Elian’s heads.  They both have more issues than Time magazine, and despite the inner warnings that what they are doing isn’t right, they can’t seem to stay apart.

And I felt it in that moment.  The moment when, against his better judgement, he began to fall.
For a woman he didn’t know.
A stranger.
But one who pulled him in all the same.
I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning like a fool.
So, so easy.
So, so hard. .  .

A shared star, seals that connection, showing them they are meant for each other.  The meaning behind that star, and why they both have it is slowly explained.

She was pretty.  They all were.  Pretty but lost.  Looking and looking.
Nothing to tether them.
Daddy’s stars.

Throughout reading this story, I was torn between wanting Elian to be Layna’s savior from her darkness, while wanting him to run far and clear from her.  As the story builds, that second feeling became stronger, while I still hoped for that first feeling.  However, you don’t always get what you want.

This story is a change for the author, but she delivers it beautifully.  The words are poetic, capturing the thoughts of someone spiraling into their dark thoughts and actions.  I was mesmerized and terrified throughout.  The dread I felt while reading does come to be, and while it took some time to recover from the ending, I understand it was the appropriate one.  This book is a haunting look into the mind of a killer, sunshine and happy endings would never fit.  So if you want to take a risk and move out of your comfort zone, buckle your seat beats, have alcohol on standby, and enjoy!

“Happiness is deceptive.  Joy is cruel.  In the end all you have is selfishness.  And pain.  It’s okay to want the things people say you shouldn’t have.  To take without asking.  If it fills that hole in your heart, it can’t be all bad.”

– Grace



Pre-Release Blitz: Silver Bastard by Joanna Wylde



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First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.

Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward–full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.

Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from… But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can’t ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her–the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.

Puck will help her again, but this time it’ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants…




“The Longnecks—they’re the MC my stepdad hung around with—they kept a lot of club whores around. Do the Silver Bastards do that, too?”

“Yup,” she replied. “It’s a free country and the brothers bring guests here all the time. Some of them stick around, some of them don’t. Some find they aren’t as welcome as they thought.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Boonie’s dick is the only one that matters to me,” she replied, her voice matter-of-fact. “As for the women, I care less about who they’re sleeping with than how they act the rest of the time. Like I said, fuck with the sisters and you won’t last. Bridget won’t be back if she keeps this shit up.”

“Old ladies didn’t get to make those decisions in the Long- necks.”

Darcy smiled sweetly. “We don’t get to make those decisions in the Silver Bastards, either. Yet the right decisions still magically happen. Nobody knows how, really. Guess it’s just all our good karma coming back to us.”

My mouth dropped. Darcy winked.

“You think those men don’t need us?” she asked. “Boonie likes sleeping next to me. Gets cold and lonely when all the old ladies take a girls’ weekend in Seattle. Would be even colder and lonelier if we didn’t come back, and one time we forgot to for nearly a week. Fortunately things worked out and we found our way home again. Now things tend to work out faster.”

My eyes went wide.

“You serious?”

“Do I look like a woman who will eat shit?”

Point taken.

“Let’s get this trash out. I’m sure Puck will be looking for you  soon, and I want to make sure all the girls meet you first. That boy’s crazy about you—it’s cute. Like a pit bull crushing on a kitten.”



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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Cover Reveal: Chasing River by K.A. Tucker

We have been dying to share this Cover Reveal for K.A. Tucker’s CHASING RIVER with you all!

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! If you haven’t had a chance to check out this series yet now is the time!

To celebrate, BURYING WATER is just $1.99 for the month of April, which features an excerpt of Chasing River!!




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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BURYING WATER is just $1.99 for the month of April!


The top-selling, beloved indie author of Ten Tiny Breaths returns with a new romance about a young woman who loses her memory—and the man who knows that the only way to protect her is to stay away.

Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him?

Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried.

The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.

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Becoming Rain


Luke Boone doesn’t know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it—the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he’s finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set—one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it’s not exactly legal, Luke’s never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain.

Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game—at only twenty-six years old, she’s one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington, DC, major crime unit, and she’s just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the West coast’s most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she’ll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year-old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.

As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she’ll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she’ll even want to. ​

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About K.A. Tucker:

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 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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Blog Tour (Book Review, Excerpt & Giveaway): Stolen Doner by Cee Smith



Title: Stolen Doner
Author: Cee Smith
Genre: Erotica, Dark Romance
Length: 231 pages
Rating: 4 stars


I did everything that was expected of me. I got good grades, went to a good college; I never even had a boyfriend, which for a normal girl of twenty-two was practically unheard of. My life was safe, predictable. That all changed when Dominic kidnapped me, robbing me of the cookie-cutter life I so carefully handcrafted. I was abducted and a new me was born.


I spent so long uncovering secrets that it was becoming a bit of a specialty for me. After watching Hailey for twelve months I knew the secrets she held—the repressed temptation that called to men like me. Stealing her was easy, making her fall in love with me, even easier. It was the feeling she sparked in me that I had no control over. A feeling I never expected. But the one thing that threatened to unravel us both was my secret, the reason I took her in the first place.

Dominic and Hailey were two people from two different worlds, and some paths should never cross.

WARNING: This book contains situations that some may find offensive. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to dubious consent or graphic language.


YaYa's Review

In a normal world under normal circumstances things could have been different between us.

Right away this should tell you those are not “normal” thoughts. The Hero/Captor in this book’s name is Dominic. His doings are far from normal but if you’re anything like me, you crave for one of these great stories, and in all honesty this is a good one.

The story starts with Hailey and her twin sister night scuba diving. Warning bells should be going off. Night and swimming is always a no no. You can drown and in this case get kidnapped.
So our captor takes this as an opportunity to play out his role.

“You can’t keep me like this,” I continued. “I can and I will.”

Let me first say that Dominic is one big creep. His thoughts while he takes her are quite disturbing. He actually believes he’s doing the right thing and doesn’t plan on hurting Hailey. Doesn’t want to hurt her, only keep her forever and maybe watch her all the time and surround her like a preying animal. How sweet of him.

“You think you can change my mind, but here’s something you’ll learn about me…what I say isn’t up for discussion.”

Hailey is your typical average 22 year old college student. Last year to graduate. Unlike her twin sister she is more laid back and has her mind set on finishing school. She’s also a virgin. That’s a plus for these kinds of stories I say. Dominic may think he’s doing her a favor.

“Shows what you know, I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but I’ll never be yours.”

There’s a soft side to Dominic and it seems like Hailey is the cure. Like I said before he had a purpose for his kidnapping. The truth hurts, right? Well the truth behind it didn’t make it easier for Hailey. To me it made him a bigger selfish creep. Shows what people with money can do to get what they want or also in his case what he couldn’t get with all his money.

“Is this what you do? Steal girls so you can hunt them?” “Only prey that runs wants to be hunted.”

I’m not kidding when I say Dominic may have given me a case of Stockholm’s. I was so sweet talked by him I wanted him to get his wish even if it meant hurting Hailey. It’s crazy when you read these stories and get sucked in like that. I felt for him. I wanted her to be his final cure.

Her expression smoothed out into a blank canvas that showed her indifference to my mention of her leaving. Perhaps my little bird was getting used to her cage.

What do you like in your dark reads? I look for a story that makes me look back at night when I’m getting in my car. I love the creeps, stalkers and it’s ok if they are really mean. I love the chase and the hunt. It’s all here in Stolen Donor but I can also say there were some new ideas and I enjoyed them very much. Dominic was a little, what’s the word, sophisticated. Lol. I told you he messed me up.

I took her because I needed her because I wanted her, because I could bring out her potential, but the more she opened up to me, the more lost I felt.

He was the monster, but I was the one who opened myself up to him.

If you’re wondering if I hated Hailey, no not really. She was strong through it all and even gave her own fights. I really loved what she did for him. So where’s my big BUT in all of this.

1) Sampson. What happened to him? Where did he go? You can’t leave it like that. It needed to be fore showed or end the book in a cliffhanger. But you bring in this character who could have caused some mayhem in this story and he just disappears.

2) Dominic’s problem. Was too rushed. Made the ending feel rushed. This could’ve been a perfect 5 star standalone. These 2 reasons were what made me chose my final rating towards the book.

I recommend it to you Dark readers. Don’t miss out on a chance to enter Dominic’s world. Just be careful, you may never come out.

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“What does ‘matakia mou’ mean?” “It means ‘my little eyes’ in Greek.”

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He dipped low until his mouth rested against my ear. When his lips parted, a fog of heat slipped across my ear and snuck in thoughts of him rutting against me like a feral animal while chained to the bed.

“I know what you want,” his hazy voice whispered.

“You want me to show you what it means to be owned by me. That was only a taste, matakia mou. You’re not ready to be broken.”

“Shows what you know. I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but it’ll never be yours.”

“You open your mouth, and all you tell is lies. I just may have to stick something in your mouth to teach you a lesson. I knew from the moment those little blues looked at me I had you, and I don’t need to take what you’ll gladly give.”

“No!” I bucked my hips, trying to rut him off of me, but he grasped onto my thighs, gripping until I had no choice but to stop.

He rolled us again until I was atop him once more. Within a blink, he positioned us so I was sitting in his lap with my back to his chest and his shaft protruding between both of our legs. I heard the clank of the chain and felt the weight of the metal wrap around my neck.

My hands moved to the chain at my neck.

“Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself.” His words barely sliced through the panic that was setting in. Was this what he was into? He wanted me to choke while he had his way with me?

“Please,” I croaked, my voice already sounding hoarse and strained, “take it off.” I felt sick again, like I would pass out from the closing of my throat.

“I can’t, I can’t breathe.” I clawed at the chain tightening around the front of my neck.

“Calm down. You can breathe. Stop moving. You’re only choking yourself. See,” he said placing both of his hands against my hips to show that he wasn’t doing anything with the chain. I scooted back into his chest and he pulled at my hips, stopping me just before the chain became too loose.

“I want to feel your hands around my dick. Take it out,” he said, his words dripping against my ear like hot wax shocking me into stillness. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I unbuttoned the button closing the front of his pajamas and closed my hand around him, pulling his length through the hole. Blood settled just beneath the skin of his head, making him look feverish. His flesh was hot, and I looked on as he sprouted a drop of cloudy liquid that beaded down his throbbing flesh. That was the first time I’d ever held that part of a man, much less seen one. There was that one time in high school when Brandon pushed my hands across the front of his jeans so I could feel him while we were kissing, but that was as far as I had ever gone.


“Go on.”

Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing.

A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv.

She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.


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Cover Reveal: Fury 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.

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About FURY:

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.

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About Fisher Amelie:

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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