Friday, 28 February 2014

Release Day ~ Shattered Hearts by Lee Ryder

The world changed completely for Jess when her parents brother and sister are taken by an unknown wasting disease brought on by the spread of industry. She is left alone with other survivors to forge ahead into a new world where gangs and violence reign in the streets. Can Jess survive? You’ll have to read to find out.


Jess lost her family when the plagues came, but gained a new one when she married Ian. Pregnant with another man’s baby, Jess and her new family travel through the vast labyrinth of cemeteries searching for the Promised Land.
Surrounded by the unknown, will they get there before the baby arrives?

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Lee Ryder is a mother of 3 children and one angel. She currently lives in New England. She started writing small works at an early age and was featured in local publications. She studied theater and vocal performance and was featured in several plays. She believes in love at first sight and married her soul mate at age 19. She also has read reviewed and edited other published works.

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Release Blitz ~ This Regret by Victoria Ashley


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Phoenix has been stumbling through life since her brother Adric's tragic death but after eight years, she is finally piecing what remains together. She has a nice apartment, a steady job and not to mention a fresh new 'relationship' with her childhood friend, Kade Haze. He's the sexy boy next door she never even dreamed of falling for, but can’t seem to stop the pull she feels toward him. Just when life began to make sense again and a feeling of normalcy was on the horizon, Phoenix's carefully constructed walls come crashing down. When walking into the tattoo shop one day, the last thing she’s expecting to see is Kellan Haze, Adric’s best friend no one has seen or heard from since the day they found her brother’s body. He’s nothing as she remembers him as a child, with his wild messy hair, tattoos that cover most of his undeniably sexy body and eyes so intense it makes her legs quiver with one look. The one thing even she can’t deny is the instant rush she feels just by being in his presence. But how can you choose between love and lust when one of these hold a dark secret, one that can crush your world to pieces and leave you gasping for air. Who can you trust when your mind is pulling you in two different directions and your heart has to choose for you? The Haze brothers are sexy, daring and possibly . . . dangerous. This Regret is a story of love, lust, betrayal and danger with an ending that no one saw coming.
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The blast of a .38-caliber revolver sends me crashing to my knees, landing in the road, with gravel digging deep into the flesh of my knees. My hands grip the gritty ground, as if my life depends on it, making my fingers bleed. Who knows, at this point, maybe it does. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the world spinning around me, my body threatening to give up and lose what control I have left. Tears stream down my horror-stricken face and a silent scream is threatening to form in my throat. It hurts. It hurts like hell. That’s when I hear it. A bloodcurdling scream that makes my blood run cold. Except, it’s not my screaming that is roaring through my ears as I expected. It’s the screaming of a woman. A very angry, hysterical woman. The only thing I can decipher is, “Call 911. Somebody fucking call 911. There’s blood everywhere.” I can hear bodies shuffling nearby, some of them even tripping over me to get away, but I can only process one thought. He’s gone. Please don’t let him be gone. With force, I am yanked to my feet, a large hand smacking me across the face, causing blood to taste on my tongue. I try to focus, but my vision is too blurred to make any sense of who has control of my body and at this point, I’m not so sure it even matters. “This is your fault,” the deep voice growls as I spit blood onto his filthy boots. Narrowing his eyes, he wraps my hair securely around his hand and yanks my head back, hard, while his other hand tightens around my throat, squeezing. “You’re going to pay for this if it’s the last thing I do, you stupid bitch.” He lets go of my neck and shoves me down to the ground so my face is pressed into the gravel, his boot crushing into the back of my skull. Dirt and rocks dig into my left eye, making it even harder to see through the tears. I desperately look for the man that hasn’t only crushed then stolen my heart just to crush it again, but has also replaced a part of me that I thought was long ago lost. Realizing that my search is pointless, I just lay there defeated, feeling half-alive, but mostly dead. “Go ahead,” I whisper. “See if you can hurt me anymore than you already have. I dare you.” My body’s trembling, but I look him dead in the eye anyways. I’m not scared of dying. Not after losing the biggest part of me, my heart. “Losing him will be my last regret.” I shift so that I’m looking at the deep scars that cover his face. They make me sick. He makes me sick. “That and not killing you when I had the chance.” 
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Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood. She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.
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Thursday, 27 February 2014

Blog Tour ~ Review: Indulging in Irelyn

Indulging in Irelyn (Indulging #1)

~ Blurb ~

NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many of women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field.
On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life.
But Irelyn has her own demons to fight, and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn't take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side. 
Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever?
New Adult. Recommended for eighteen and above due to adult content, language, and sexual situations.

Chapter One: Shadow-Self 

I ran my hand along her naked arm as I moved toward the bindings that had her securely fastened to my wrought iron, four-poster bed. She’d been tethered there for over thirty minutes, and now that the sex was over, I imagined her arms and legs were probably beginning to ache as the adrenaline left her body.
Miss No-Name Brunette rubbed her arms and legs after I released her. I didn’t need or want to know her name. I’d never see her again so what was the point. She watched me gather my clothes, and her eyes roaming appreciatively over my body. “So, John, when can I see you again? You’re amazing.” She licked her plump lips as her eyes traveled over my naked body, stopping when she noticed the nasty scars on my left shin. Small gray eyes darted to mine, and I saw the pity setting in. Pity was a deal breaker for me.
“We can’t,” I said and threw her clothes on the bed.
“Why?” Her bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You seemed to be having a great time.”
“It was fine, uh—”
“Nancy. My name is Nancy.”
I shrugged. “Right. Nancy. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s just the way things are.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled at me. Then, she climbed off the bed and pulled on her
clothes. “I don’t understand. Are you married or something?”
“Nope. Not married or anything else that concerns you. I’m just not interested. Tonight was great. Really. I enjoyed the shit out of myself. Fucking you was exactly what I needed. Thanks.”
“How am I supposed to get home? I left my car at the club,” she whined.
“There’s a cab waiting to take you anywhere you want. I’ve already paid the fare.” I shrugged again. This was the bothersome part of operating this way. They always wanted to see me again, and
my answer was always no. “I should have known when you wouldn’t kiss me there was something wrong with you. I bet your name isn’t even John. Do you even live here?” Whatever- her-name yanked on her shoes, and then stood with her arms crossed over her chest.
“No, I don’t live here. And, darlin’, my name is whatever you want it to be.”
“Come on, now. We both had fun.” I flashed her my megawatt smile. “I’m pretty sure you came at least three times. It’s all good, and now, it’s all over.”
I walked to her side and gently took her arm, guiding her to the door.
“But I let you restrain me!” She stamped her foot as I opened the front door.
“You did and wasn’t it fun? Maybe you can find a man that will be as adventurous. Now, off you go, Sally. Bye, bye.”
“Nancy!” she shouted as I closed the door on her. I could still hear grumbling as she walked away.
“Ugh.” Leaning against the door, I let out a long sigh. It would be a while before I could go back to that club. Too bad it ended the same every time. But I understood why. Women saw me as a
catch. I knew I was attractive. It wasn’t conceit, either. It was a fact of life that all men of the Hamil
family were hot.
My first year in the NFL, I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated as the Sexiest Man in
Football. That cover, and the other endorsements I had, made me a nice amount of cash, so I was
totally good with being an object of desire. Since they didn’t really know me, they didn’t know that I
was nowhere as attractive on the inside.
I went back to the bedroom, washed and put the toys away, locking the drawer. Then, I
stripped the bed, piling the sheets on the floor for the maid service to take care of.
I left, not knowing when I'd come back. Could be the following day. Could be two weeks
from now. But tonight, I’d been out of fucking control—chomping at the bit to blow off some
steam. In fact, I still hummed with energy.
My shadow-self pressed in on me for days. When I got like this, only one thing helped:
acting out. So, I’d gone to the club in search of the first remotely available Nancy, Sally, or whoever,
that didn’t revolt me. Nancy had been an easy mark. I hadn’t been there ten minutes before I’d bought her a drink, and we were out the door, heading to the apartment I kept specifically for this purpose. I was always happy when I found a woman willing to dabble in a little bondage. I wasn’t heavily into the BDSM scene, but knew how to wield pain for the ultimate pleasure.
If I stopped and thought about it, I’d be forced to acknowledged just how screwed up my life had become. So I didn't. I didn't think about all the nameless women I had fucked in the last six years, and how I hadn't been in a relationship since the injury. These exchanges served a purpose. Beyond that? Well, there was nothing beyond that.
But that didn’t mean I had become so jaded I’d forgotten how to get a woman off. I enjoyed women. Loved the soft curves of their body, and loved making them come. There was nothing hotter than watching a woman writhe and squirm as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The sound of her screaming what she thought was my name was music to my ears, but that was as far as it went.
The reality was, I was a mess, and I didn't want that advertised.
Actually, I was far worse than just a mess; I was fucking broken.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was even capable of having a normal relationship. Truth was, I
waited for someone that didn't exist. A woman my pain-wracked brain conjured that day on the
football field. To make matters worse, she wasn’t even of age. She was a young woman, maybe
fifteen or sixteen, with the most beautiful sable-brown eyes and blonde hair I’d ever seen. Her face
was sweet, kind, and compassion filled. I realized how creepy this sounds. I wasn't a sick fuck who
preyed on young girls, and I had no idea why my mind created her. But all I knew was, if I ever
discovered she was real, I’d do anything to have her.
I rubbed my aching leg, and then climbed into my Viper. God, I loved this car. She was all
power and beauty, and driving her made me happy. I revved the engine and closed my eyes, loving
the purr, and sometimes roar of her V10.
Once on route 101, I opened her up, pushing her past the century mark on the speedometer.
It was crazy to be weaving in and out of traffic on the main freeway. I was asking to be pulled over,
but again, I didn't care. In fact, I pressed her harder and watched as the needle climbed to 110. The concentration it took to control this machine exhilarated me. Still wound up and looking to banish
my shadow-self the only way I knew how, I pushed her just a little more. Why fucking for over an hour didn’t do the trick, I had no idea. But if I didn’t burn this energy off before I got home, sleep
would be out of reach. It wouldn’t do to start a new job at one of the country’s most prestigious law firms red-eyed and tired. Once home, I intended to take a long, hot shower, and then smoke a few bowls. Hopefully, I’d emerge tired enough to sleep. For a while, maybe I’d find peace until the nightmare returned that plunged me into my own personal hell.
A hell that I was used to. A hell that only she brought me out of.
The morning announced itself in its usual fashion. I jolted awake screaming, and drenched in
sweat—the images as clear as the day they happened.
“Fuck!” I yelled to the empty room.
Pushing myself back against the headboard, I rubbed my leg, trying to make the pain go
away. The image of her lovely face and those amazing sable-brown eyes chased the nightmare away,
but my body still buzzed with the memories.
I looked over at the bong and lighter on my bedside table and sighed. Just once, I wished I
didn’t have to numb myself to start the day.
Before giving in, I ran my hand over my damp collar-length hair, removing the waves
sticking to my moist neck. I used to keep it short for this very reason, but I liked the way it looked
As I always did, I picked up the bong and lit the bowl with the lighter. The glow of the
burning weed, and the sound of the bong gurgling as I took a hit immediately calmed me. I inhaled
deep and held the smoke in my burning lungs.
My long exhale sent a plume of smoke into the dawn-lit room. It floated for a second before dissipating, leaving behind the tangy smell of burning weed.
With my eyes closed, I slowed my heart rate and rapid breathing. The high kicked in, and I
already felt the calm take over. I hated being so weak, and hated that what happened almost six years ago continued to affect and define my days. I used to be the epitome of discipline. Not anymore.
If I could let go of the self-blame, then maybe the dreams would abate. But night after night,
I replayed the game and its never changing end.
At twenty-two, I had been one of the hottest quarterbacks in the NFL, playing for the Arizona Cardinals. The year prior, we’d made it to the NFC Championships, losing by a field goal. The next year, we were back in the same position, with the golden ticket to the Super Bowl within our reach. The only thing standing in our way was the Philadelphia Eagles. I snarled as I thought about that team. I always snarled at the thought of them.
Two minutes remained on the clock, and we were on the ten-yard line on third down. I dropped into the pocket, searching the field for an open receiver. I danced this way and that as if my movements might slow the clock. With no receiver available, I sucked in a breath and decided to go for it. What I should have done was thrown it out of bounds and stopped the clock. That would have been the smart move—the safe move. We had one more chance. I had to make it happen. The year had to end in a run for the Super Bowl.
Running like a man on fire with the ball cradled against me as if I carried a newborn baby, I
headed for the end zone. But I wasn't a running back, that wasn't what I had been trained for.
Stupidly, I ran with my head down instead of up. As a result, I didn’t see the three-hundred pound
linebacker heading my way. I was the man with the ball, and I had left the protection of my
offensive line, which made me fair game.
The next thing I knew, I was laid out on the ground in extreme pain. When I looked down at
my left leg, I was surprised—and not—to see it angled in an unnatural position. I knew then that I was well and truly fucked.
I tried to scream, but my voice failed me. Pain and the smell of the turf below me was all there was.
The hit was dirty, straight up. Later, I found out a bounty of $5,000 had been issued for any player that took out one of my knees. I hoped he got a bonus because he’d gone above and beyond his mandate. Not only did I miss a season, my football career was over. Instead of taking out my knee, his helmet, and the power behind it, hit my shin and shattered my tibia and fibula. I remembered lying on the ground as the trainers and medical staff attended me. Chaos had broken out around me. Players fought, and coaches and referees argued.
I needed to find peace from the commotion; needed to concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain coming from my leg. I turned my head and found a pair of big, sable-brown eyes, surrounded by golden-blonde hair, staring at me. She was beyond beautiful, and her eyes were mesmerizing. I had conjured an angel.
In my hallucination, we shared an instant connection. When all around I saw pity and remorse, in her eyes, I found solace and compassion—a kindred soul to my loss. The need to help, and her inability not to, showed in the tears falling down her face, and the trembling of her full red lips. My heart still clenched whenever I thought about it.
As conjurings go, I had created a whopper. When I thought back on it, I knew there was no way she could be real. The average person wouldn’t have been allowed to get so close to an injured player on the field. Hell, my girlfriend, who’d been sitting in the stands, wasn’t allowed on the field.
It still baffled the shit out of me that my mind had created such a vivid image.
I could still see her brushing tears from her eyes in my hallucination, and I remember her taking a small step forward. I wanted her to come closer, to touch me. That was where the hallucination ended, stopped by a new streak of pain that had traveled through my leg, sending me into momentary blackness. When I opened my eyes, my blonde- haired beauty with soul-filled eyes had disappeared. All I had left was the image of her that pulled me from my terror every morning. I figured she’d probably be around twenty or twenty-one by now if she were real. I’d admit, that even today, I looked for those eyes in every blonde I encountered.
Pathetic. Yeah. Too fucking pathetic.
I sighed and took two more hits off the bong. Maybe one too many, but at least now I felt more balanced, controlled, and ready to start the day.
What the world saw now was a man who graduated from Harvard Law School, summa cum laude, and worked for almost three years at a top law firm in Boston. Some of the country's top law firms had courted me, and I had my pick of firms. But I decided to come back to Arizona, the place where my life changed forever. Gingerly, I climbed out of the bed and headed for the pool. I didn’t bother putting on swim trunks; swimming naked was awesome. After a few stretches, I dove into the pool and swam laps for an hour. Swimming kept me in shape, though not the shape of an NFL football player. Those days were gone.
Finishing my laps, I headed for the shower, feeling excited, like something huge would happen today. The last time I had this feeling, something huge happened all right. I looked at my leg and scowled as sudsy water washed over my angry scars.
I dried off and walked into my closet, surveying the suits I had to choose from. I was somewhat of a clotheshorse—always had been. Today, I picked a black Hugo Boss suit, white shirt, and black, silk tie. In the mirror before me, I watched a professional, seemingly together man tie his tie. It was a lie of course, but one I was used to.
Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and packed up a brownie in a plastic bag to take with me. I'd gotten good at baking brownies. But these weren't just any chocolaty treats. These had a kick. Cliché I know, but hey, whatever got me through the day. Whether I’d partake in it depended on how the day went. Obviously, smoking at work wasn’t a good idea. But every now and then, the pain became unbearable. If a handful of ibuprofen didn’t do the trick, the brownie would. I refused to take pain meds. Those things did a number on my brain.
I put the brownies away, and all the paraphernalia of my coping mechanism, and locked them in a cabinet in the pantry. I didn't need Hannah, my housekeeper, finding them. She probably wouldn't care, but I did.
Thinking of Hannah made me laugh. I'd only met her twice, but we had developed an odd, sometimes hilarious, texting relationship. I really liked her. Her cooking was amazing, and she kept my home perfect.
Her work was about to increase, and I was thrilled. My brother was bringing my dog, Ben, home to me. He had been with Brody in Colorado for the last two months while I got settled. I couldn't wait to see both of them. Thinking about it made me giddy. I knew Ben would love it here.
There was plenty of room for him to run. Bernese Mountain dogs needed lots of exercise. I almost didn’t get him because of that. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He got my ass outside and stopped me from being such a hermit. If I thought about the fact that my best friend was a dog, I would get bummed. But then again, fuck it! I loved my dog, and I had missed him terribly. I doled out my handful of vitamins and four ibuprofen into my hand, and then popped them into my mouth. From the fridge, I pulled out a bottle of OJ, taking large swigs from the bottle. Let the day begin, I thought as I walked down the hall to the door. The sound of my designer shoes on the travertine floors reminded me of the sound of cleats on concrete. It made me smile, but the memory was bittersweet, and I pushed it aside. Behind bittersweet was pure malice, an emotion I couldn't allow myself. Not today. Grabbing the keys to my Viper, I headed out the door.
Watch out Arizona, Zolt Hamil was back.


Omg....I've just finished this book with my mouth hanging open, I'm completely speechless and i'm staring at my kindle thinking..what the hell happened here!  Completely and utterly shocked, major cliffhanger. Damn you D.A Raver..why oh why...Even though I'm annoyed, maybe more frustrated  (i'm sure i'm not the only one) on where you put the finally full stop but it properly was the most intriguing, curious and heart breaking part to put it. Now i'm dying to find our more...Sigh other than that i thoroughly in enjoyed it very much!

Let's rewind get back to the beginning... This book is great, it just draws you right in from the very first page, right in for the action, not a moment dragged in the book. I thought the pace of the book was just right for the story, all the up and downs, twist and turns at the right moments. Its one big mystery from the beginning, with a little thrill, like i was playing Cluedo, guessing what this crazy guy was up too. (I still don't have the whole picture). Have you guessing from point to point and have you on the edge once you get a gimps of it. Some of the things that came out was a shocker and a twist to the gut but you'll just have t find out for yourself, just a little warning to prepare you. ;)

Zolt's world changed since that terrible incident all that got him through was a pair of brown eyes. Now using drugs and sex to numb the pain, Zolt is never short of the female attention but he manage to capture the one attention he felt all so familiar yet he shouldn't have. Some times life take you on a little detour and brings you back to where you should be.

Irelyn, can never forget what happen on the pitch that very moment, where her world become sinking down to see what is laying in there in front of her. Since that day and the death of her brother, her world has changed from worst. Then that fine day, she sees that one person that she can't believe is right in front her eyes, yet they are now working under the same roof. Maybe she has finally find the courage and reason to face up her fear.

Zolt and Irelyn share a connection from a long time a go but didn't know who each other was until their  recently in counter. All the memories came rushing back, marking all their dreams of each other becoming real, with strong feelings sparkle between them.

Even though the story is intriguing and makes you keep reading, i think the chemistry between Zolt and Irelyn isn't quite as strong as i hope. I was thinking more electrifying...however at the end did start to feel i'm hoping the next book will give me that feeling.

Things happen for a reason, once you keep reading this you're know it all link together and this is just a small yet cruel world.

~ A bit about the author ~

Dawna Raver didn't always want to be a writer, but the voices in her head keep sending her stories, ranging from new adult, romantic fantasy and contemporary romance.

When she's not spending time in her fantasy world, Dawna loves football, reading, and pretending she's a top chef in the kitchen. Oh, and fawning over her dogs and husband, sometimes in that order.

Cover reveal ~ The One Who Loves You by Sydney Simon

Title: The One Who Loves You
Author: Sydney Simon
Release Date: TBA

~ Blurb ~

After a near death car accident, Siena Carson wakes up from a coma with no recollection of who she is.

Standing in front of her are two men - she has no idea who they are, or what they mean to her- but she's certain that two separate worlds have collided.

What if these two men would do anything to make her remember what she meant to them...
Both men spend the next week talking her through her past, each secretly hoping for a future.

The choices are there.
Decisions need to be made.
Would you choose the one who loves you or the one you love?

~ A bit about the Author: Sydney Simon

I was born and raised in Southern California, where I worked in a medley of colorful jobs. Today I am a wife, full time mom, shuttle service and student, in that order. I love pop culture and music, especially from the 70's and 80's. I was too busy partying through the 90's to remember much, other than there were too many boy bands (I am grateful for JT though). I believe that things happen to everyone for reason; I hope that this path I'm on is both a learning experience and a journey for tomorrow. The One Who Loves You is my first published novel.
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Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Review ~ Lifer by Jane Harvey-Berrick

After eight years in prison, twenty-four year old Jordan Kane is the man everyone loves to hate.

Forced to return to his hometown while on parole, Jordan soon learns that this small town hasn't changed since he was carted off to juvie all those years ago. He is the local pariah, shunned by everyone, including his own parents. But their hatred of him doesn't even come close to the loathing he feels every time he looks in the mirror.

Working odd jobs for the preacher lady, Jordan bides his time before he can leave this backwards town. But can distance erase the memories that haunt him? Trapped in the prison of his own mind Jordan wonders if the pain of living will ever subside?

Torrey Delaney is new in town and certainly doesn't behave in a way the locals believe a preacher’s daughter should. Her reputation for casual hook-ups and meaningless sex is the talk of the town. Add that to her budding friendship with the hardened ex-con handyman, and the good Reverend is less than thrilled with her estranged daughter’s path.

As friendship forms, is it possible for two damaged people who are afraid to love take their relationship to the next level? Can Torrey live with Jordan’s demons, and can Jordan break through Torrey's walls? With the disapproval of a small town weighing heavily on them, will they find their place in the world? Can they struggle against the odds, or will their world be viciously shattered?

Is love a life sentence?

Due to scenes of a sexual nature, not recommended for under 18.


This book is frickin' AWESOME! seriously, i'm thinking why have I never come across it before or even heard much about it! It's a serious hidden treasure...pure amazing story from beginning to end, I cannot justify how much I enjoy reading this book and let me tell you I'm usual quite stingy with my stars but this without doubt is a 5 frickin' star book!!  

I'm so thankful of Sheena for giving me the chance to review this book, I really did not know what to expect but i thought why not i'll give it ago and I'm so glad I did, otherwise I'll miss the chance of digging the gold. 

I was only about 30% in this beautiful story and it already got under skin (in a good way) giving me shiver and tinkling feeling every time, taking me on a emotional roller coaster all the way through the book. Like I was in the book myself or even one of the character, I was so drawn in, felt ever emotion the character was going through. Never a moment you think you can skip or put down the book or even feel like the story was dragging on but no, it flow, sailed through with the right current. 

For once it wasn't how hot the character was (although Jordan was smokin, sweet bad ass...mind drifting to Jordan-land now...wait..wait I got a review to write) or how streamy the sex scene was (they were pretty hot and streamy...pff i'm telling you) the storyline itself was the winner for me. Everything was just a added bonus that made a perfect fit on how the story should be. The story felt so real and you can really relate to it, like if you were in Jordan's shoe or even any character in the book. It was very well written by the author, the build up for the story, the description, it painted the perfect picture for me. I got all the emotion she was trying to show us, you really don't need all the "every two page saucy scene" that some books that have to keep your attention, this book had just amount ingredient to make it delicious. 

Half the time I feel like hugging Jordan, his life has been through hell so far, in one night he has lost everything. Living a life full of guilt, battling with the world and his own demons.  A guy that feels he's got a life long debt to pay and he deserver every bit of hell people give him, stuck in the past and haunting by the surrounding. After spending 8 years in prison, the world has changed a lot since then but the world in his hometown is just another punishment outside of prison, maybe even worst. Especially when your family and friends turn they back on you, showing more hostile and hatred than love. A prison outside prison, torture. A little ray of light start to shine through his darkness, when he meets Torrey, there was hope. 

When two people the world doesn't quite accepted come together, they form there own path and have each other to lean upon. Torrey, come back into town to live with her mum, which is the preacher of the town. There is a standard that is expected of her but Torrey lives freely and speak her mind. Feeling like a outcast, she comes across Jordan. Jordan finds it so strange that someone is talking to him and not give him any evils. Two damage people help each other, bringing each other back up to light, in a world just two of them, which only they will understand. 

Forgiving is real important in this story, getting forgiveness from people is hard but forgiving yourself is also harder. This book takes you on the journey on how Jordan face the world, his parents and the whole town, a second punishment but even more a stab in the heart.  From Torrey he finds another way to live, a reason. She helps him find himself again. It really isn't all sad and all depressing, Torrey and Jordan have some funny banter between them, omg...Jordan is so sweet and adorable and Torrey just kick ass. 

Go and grab you copy now...its just pure awesome, seriously amazing story that will give you the that tinkling feel when you read it. It will give you a heartbreak and warm up, there is hope and there will always be someone that understand you! A book you don't want to miss! 

Cover reveal ~ Cursed Love by t.h. Snyder

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Lincoln Minzotto has the life everyone wants, yet he resents it. 

He’s grown up as the youngest of three children to a wealthy congressman and successful lawyer. Pushed to his absolute excellence, Linc felt the real path for him was different than his parents’ hopes and dreams. 

On the most important night of his father’s reelection, Linc makes a choice that will lead to a lifetime of regret. 

Deciding to start a new life, he and his best friend, Daulton, purchase a rundown tattoo shop called Cursed Magic. 

While restoring Cursed Magic, Linc’s faith in life is put to the test in more ways than one. Faced with the horrors of the bleak, starless nights and the women that come and go, he decides to give up all together, until one fateful night with a stranger. 

Will one night shape his future forever? Can he turn the Curse he’s endured into a blessing even though all odds are against him?

About the Author

t. h. snyder (1979) was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania. For six years she worked in the field of higher education while earning her Bachelor and Master Degrees in Management from University of Phoenix. She's a single mother to two children. She became an avid reader in spring of 2012 and since has read over 250 books. Her genre of interest ranges from Romance to thrilling Paranormal. This is more than just a hobby for her, it's a passion to read the words of great authors and bring life to their stories with her reviews and character castings. She started writing her first novel in June of 2013 and is anxious to see where this journey takes her!!

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Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Review ~ Off Limits by Sawyer Bennett

“There is a vulnerability there, hovering just below the surface. And I want to pick at it until I expose it. Then I want to kiss it." 

Two years ago, Emily Burnham had an epiphany about the shallowness of her life. And she made it her mission to become a different person…a better woman. Out from under the controlling thumb of her mother, Emily is tasting the real world for the first time. And she likes it.

Nixon Caldwell has served his time in the Marine Corps, surviving two brutal tours in Afghanistan. He is back home, surrounded by what he likes best…isolation. It's certainly the best way to avoid confrontation of the consuming guilt that is weighing him down.

When an accident brings Emily and Nix together, he soon learns he is not the master of his own fate. Struggling with his own pain, Nix tries to guard himself against Emily’s charms. He wants her in his bed, but he doesn’t want her in his heart. 

Having grabbed life by the horns, Emily wants it all. But is she willing to accept just the small part of himself that Nix is offering? Can she reach the part of his soul that he has deemed to be Off Limits?

Ramblings . . .

          This book sat dormant on my Kindle for a long time before I finally stumbled upon it. Now I’m wondering what the hell took me so long to read it?! I quite literally kicked myself. For what a great book it is.

          A second in Sawyer Bennett’s Off series, although I read this as a stand-alone novel quite happily. In fact I greedily devoured every word.

          This is a story of opposites attract. A seemingly rich, bratty child who had finally flown the nest with the idea that she wants to change her ways and stand on her own two feet – Emily Burnham – who in actual fact I love! Collides with our hero Nix Caldwell – An ex Marine Corp who served his time in Afghanistan and now works and lives in the safety of his highly built walls that surround his life as a wielder/artist. Until Emily brings them crashing down.

“He smirks at me and it makes me want to slap his face. No, kiss his face. Wait...definately slap his face.” 

          Nix suffers pain and misplaced guilt over his time serving in the Marine Corps. He now lives a life of solitude with a hard exterior and no sign of change. A brooding, bristly, tall and dark hero. WOW. Ladies you will love him! As Emily chisels away his many layers you will even harder.

          Emily Burnham – the rich girl whose Mother’s expectations and drive for perfection in appearances is a heavy burden on our Em when she finally decides enough is enough and she wants to break free of her chains – this may seem cliché BUT you will love Emily. Despite her up-bringing she is a strong and independent, charming and witty chick. Her best friend Fil played a part in bringing her down from her pedestal but really the only side of Emily we see is the awesome one.

“Oh, we're compatible. Your working parts and mine were in perfect alignment just a few seconds ago.” 

          This is definitely not a story of love at first sight but the chemistry and desperate sexual tension they share is instant and palpable. This sexy, rich angst builds throughout the book and Nix tries his best to play it down – HA epic fail there Nix – what will be WILL be and damn I wanted it to be. Halfway into the book (in one sitting I might add) and they finally reach their breaking point – sparks are flying, hormones are flaring, nipples and grinding against shirts when they finally collide and BAM they are interrupted. Tension boils over and continues simmering under the surface. You will be like a hungry maniac waiting for the tension to break. This book certainly drove me round the horny bend ha! But the love scenes themselves are intimate, passionate and raw.

“And I realize...there is nothing simple about my love for Emily. It is twisted and complex. It is ingrained in every cell that swims in my blood.” 

          Nix constantly fools himself into believing their relationship is something other than what it is – you can see them falling madly in love and he fights it through his pain and regret of his past. Its great to read into Nix’s story – you have to stick with it – like Emily we have to wait for him to open up but it is so worth it. It is so real, heart-wrenching and quite beautiful really. They are so good for one another – bringing out the best and purest sides of each other. I LOVE the storyline. It’s not all sex and drama. It is so REAL. Sawyer even provides us with a perfect ending. It’s just my kind of happy ending – nothing rushed – just the open road of their future together. PLEASE READ THIS BOOK.

One word Fan-bloody-tastic!

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