Blog Tour Stop!- Carter Reed by Tijan

 

Title: Carter Reed

Author: Tijan

Publication Date: September 28th 2013

Ebook/Book Copy Source: Author for Blog Tour

Plot:  Emma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by the boyfriend. She had two choices. Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her. Carter Reed. He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place.

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TEASER #2

TEASER #3

EXCERPT #1

"Tell me what happened." His plea was so soft.

I broke. This wasn't the stranger anymore. This was Carter, the boy I had grown up with. I flung my arms around him and pulled him down. Instead of fighting, I clung to him now.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his side. He patted my back and tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips brush there as he repeated, "You have to tell me. I won't hurt you. I will protect you."

A shudder went through my body. At last. Those were the words I was desperate for. He moved his hands, one sliding down to my hip and the other cradling the back of my head, he pressed into me. The last of my reserve fled then. A gasp escaped me and I pressed against him. I needed him.

"Emma."

Shame flooded me. He knew. What kind of person was I? Fighting, running away, and then starting to tremble in his arms?

His hand started to caress my hip. His fingers slid underneath my shirt and moved under my pants' waistband. He held me there, his hand splayed out. I tried to resist, but I wanted to wind my legs around him. I wanted to pull him on top of me and feel his hand between my legs. But I didn't do anything. I lay there, still, as my heart pounded inside of me. He could feel the beat against him. The thumping drowned everything else out.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and raised himself up again. He looked down at me. The plea in his eyes was still there. As he brushed some of my hair from my forehead, he asked, "Do you not trust me?"

I nodded. "I'm scared of you."

A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. "You are?"

"I don't know who you are anymore." I couldn't believe I was admitting any of that, but I needed to trust someone. I had to if I was going to survive what I had done. Feeling a little bit brave, I touched his chest. My hand spread out like his was on my back. His heart was steady. I murmured, "I know who you are. I know you're the Cold Killer. I know what you did for AJ." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. It fell unheeded. "I always wanted to thank you for that."

EXCERPT #2

"It was you that time before," I gasped as Carter's lips brushed against my neck. He lingered on my pulse. His tongue swept against it as I tried to turn around to him. I needed to feel him against me, between my legs, but his arms tightened around me. He moved behind me and pressed into me.

He murmured against my skin, "It was me."

I clasped a hand over his on the other side of my neck and held it there, claiming him, as I turned in his arms. His hand slid across the front of me and I saw him. His eyes were dark with lust and need. I knew he saw the same in me, but I didn't care any longer. I needed him, but I remembered that night. My roommate left and I'd been alone until I felt someone behind me. The liquor in me hadn't been enough to turn off all my inhibitions, but they had helped. My skin sizzled as I thought of that night again, how it had been him behind me.

He whispered against my skin as he lowered his head, "I was in the security room. I saw you on the cameras and couldn't help myself." His arms slid around to my back. He pressed a hand to my hip and anchored me against him.

I gasped as he pressed his hips into me, but then he lifted and carried me to the corner.

It was the same as that night.

He held me suspended in the air, so I wound my legs around his waist. I felt him even more against me and then his hands slid under the edge of my dress, to the inside of my thighs. He felt the string of my thong, in the apex between my legs, and started to rub against it.

Desire and pleasure rushed through me. I was feverish for him. I held on, urging him to do more. My hips began to move in rhythm with his hand and it wasn't long before he swept my dress up and his hand was against my skin.

"Carter," I whispered, my back and throat arched for him.

     He placed a kiss there, licking.

EXCERPT #3

Images of the two of us flashed in my mind and I grew wet again. He was going to be the death of me. A part of me knew that once I felt him inside of me, it wouldn't be enough. I would want more. I would never be satisfied, and when he made me come, that'd only been the teaser. My body was primed and ready again. My hand slid down his muscular back. It felt all the ridges, all the dips and curves. A dark pleasure spread through me when I felt his muscles contract as he turned his head to see me.

This was mine.

He was mine.

He groaned and had me against the wall in a second. His hands grabbed my hips and positioned me at an angle before he slammed his into mine. I felt the bulge in front of his pants. That was for me. All for me. He bent over me and lowered his lips just above mine as he thrust against me.

I couldn't breathe. My hands held onto his arms. The muscles there also moved underneath my touch, as if wanting more.

"This," he growled in a whisper against my lips. "This is what I wanted that night. I couldn't contain myself and I had to taste you, but tonight is the night I really have you. You're mine, Emma. You always have been."

I nodded, so weak against his touch.

"Mine."

He was mine as well, but I didn't say it. Not yet, though everything in my body was aching for me to do so.

He took my hand again and led the way out into the hallway. People stopped and watched us as we left. I knew it was because of him. Carter was lethal. His body was carved and molded to perfection. His eyes were cold while his face resembled an angel's. Everyone knew who he was, where he had come from. Even the media went into a frenzy when he was seen in public. However, he moved like a ghost, how he trained his men to be, so those moments were rare, and this moment wasn't any different. His staff had seen him before, but they all went quiet in the presence of a deadly panther.

A wave of possession rocked through me. My legs shook as I remembered my climax. This creature who held my hand was mine, as I was his. I belonged to him and I gasped in silence as I felt his claim sink into my blood. It went deep to the bones. Everything in me belonged to him, and as I followed him through his club, I knew that I was becoming addicted to him. My hand yearned to touch his back again, to slide across his muscles and so much more.

I bit down on my lip. This ache wasn't going to go away. The ache between my legs and the ache that resonated deep inside of me grew every time I was with him, every time he looked and touched me.

A soft sigh left me and he glanced back.

I was scorched by his gaze. His wolf eyes saw into me. I was stripped bare to him, no matter what I wore or how many walls were around my heart. He saw through everything. His hand tightened around mine, and he lifted it. His lips grazed against the top of it. My eyes closed, the ache doubled between my legs at that soft caress.

"Sir." A man stepped out of the shadows. Another guard.

Carter stopped as he listened to what the man had to say. He spoke quietly so I couldn't hear, but both glanced at me.

"What?"

His eyes narrowed and darkened. His hold on my hand became possessive.

I asked again, "Carter? What is it?"

He turned, his decision made, and he curved a hand into the place between my shoulders blades. He started to walk with me down a hallway. As we got further along, I saw Mike waiting for us and then I recognized it was the same box where I had left Noah and Theresa. I dug my feet in. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew he was going to leave me there. Something came up and he needed to handle whatever it was, but I didn't want to be left behind.

"Emma?"

"No." I shook my head. "You're not leaving me." Not again.

PLAYLIST

Imagine Dragons: Radioactive •

 AFI, song: Prelude • 

AWOLNATION: Sail • 

Alicia Keys: Girl on Fire • 

Audiomachine: the whole albums: Epica and Helios • 

Avicii: Wake Me Up •

 Butterfly Boucher: Bitter Song • 

Carrie Underwood: Blown Away, Two Black Cadillacs • 

The Civil Wars: Oh, Mama • 

Fall Out Boy: the entire album of Save Rock and Roll • 

Florence and the Machine: Breath of Life, What the Water Gave Me, Seven Devils, Leave My Body •

 Gossip: Listen Up, Yr Mangled Heart • OneRepublic: Counting Stars • 

Otis Taylor: Nasty Letter • 

The Pretty Reckless: Just Tonight, You, and Burn •

 The Script: Hall of Fame • 

Skylar Grey: Back From the Dead • 

The entire soundtrack from The Hunger Games • 

Charlie Mars: How I Roll • 

Turin Brakes: Dark On Fire • 

Susan Boyle: Hallelujah • 

Sun Kil Moon: Heron Blue, Carry Me Ohio • Sara Jackson-Holman: Freight Train • 

Hem • 

Princess One Point Five: With Light There Is Hope • 

Mumford and Sons: Broken Crown • Macklemore and Ryan Lewis: Ten Thousand Hours • 

Almost anything from Mr. SuicideSheep on Youtube and Chillstep mixes!

AUTHOR BIO

Tijan started writing later in life, after she had already graduated college with a different direction in mind and a different degree under her belt. Hitting the brakes on that path, she taught herself how to write a good book and began posting at sites such as Fictionpress, along with Wattpad. After receiving such encouraging messages from readers, she self-published Fallen Crest High and has continued throughout the year. She continues to keep writing NA books!

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MY REVIEW:

“I was going to die. It was a matter of time.” 

The good: Interesting plot line and unique, compelling story elements; loved the characterization of Carter Reed; and had enough “smutt” to keep me satisfied.

The bad: The last 25% of the book dragged and some of it could have been edited or was unnecessary; dual POV’s of Carter and Emma could have been balanced more evenly and if not, Carter’s POV could have been altered entirely out since it felt needless and random at times.

•.¸. ♥★

Plot Overview:

"You don't trust anyone, no one except Carter. Go to Carter. He'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you, Ems. I promise." 

“Carter Reed” was a dark, gritty, and intense tale of love, trust, and betrayal.

After walking in on her roommate being brutally raped and nearly beaten to death by her boyfriend, Emma had two choices: “call the cops and be hunted by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive.” She chooses the latter. 

As Emma has now sealed her fate, she runs to the only person she can think of that could possibly defend her: Carter Reed , a.k.a. “The Cold Killer”, and Emma's secret crush. 

--Description: The most lethal weapon of the Mauricio Mafia; 6’2”, dark blonde hair, striking cheekbones and broad shoulders, and eyes “that reminded me of a wolf.”

Characteristics: Bold, charming; cunning, ruthless, and a definite alpha male!! *squeeeee!*-- 

Carter was once Emma’s brother’s best friend (before he died) growing up and has always vowed to protect Emma no matter what. Emma initially goes to him thinking he owes a debt by her brother to take care of her but what she doesn't know is that there is more to it than what she believes.

After all, Carter has two big secrets of his own: 

1) He, too, has always been in love with Emma

2) AND, only joined the mafia to ensure Emma's safety and well-being.

So...

With the stakes high and passion in the air, Emma and Carter's relationship blossoms into an all out consuming love and constant battle to stay alive. 

How will this end for these two lovers? Will Emma make it out alive now that she’s a target on a hit list? And will Carter be able to save her?

•.¸. ♥★ 

My thoughts: 

A great standalone which I highly recommend!! I absolutely loved it!

Ladies, get ready to meet your new book boyfriend! If you loved characters like Cameron Hillard from Julie Hockley’s “Crow’s Rowe” or Carmine DeMarco from “Sempre” then you’ll totally love Carter Reed as he is a mix between those characters!

A MUST READ! 

"You're mine, Emma. You always have been. I won't let you go.” 

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My Rating:

-Overall : 8.5
-Plot : 8
-Writing : 8.5
-Characters : 8
-Cover : 8.5


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Blog Tour Stop- Let It Be Me by Toni Aleo

Title: Let It Be Me
Author: Toni Aleo
Publication Date: October 2nd 2013 by Toni Aleo
Ebook/Book Copy Source: Author for Blog Tour
Plot:  Do you see that woman there?
The one with long, wavy blond hair and blue eyes that used to sparkle?
That’s me, Violet Moore.
Do you see those men over there?
One is my husband, Rob.
A man who claimed he loved me, but proved his fist loved me more.
The other is Tucker McCloud, my savior and confidant.
I'm torn between what's right and my own fear.
But not anymore.
I’m taking my life back now.
I will fight back.
I will be happy.

MY REVIEW:

The good: -Exceptional and exemplary plot and story line
-Endearing characters
-Very emotionally gripping, intense, and genuinely touching!!

The bad: Hmmmm...you mean, other than the fact that I HATED.HATED Violet’s husband with an outright passion?!
Nothing that I can can think or comment on. ;)

MY THOUGHTS: 

“Let It Be Me” is a very dark, gritty, and raw tale which covers the topic of domestic violence.

I have to recommend Toni Aleo, as this isn't a very ventured topic that people like to explore into detail and she captures this flawlessly.

After all, domestic abuse isn’t a pretty thing at all and I’m glad that Toni doesn’t hold back on this. It is very physical, mental, and emotional thing. I know, because my sister went through it. Albeit, I’ll admit, from what she told me hers was minuscule compared to Violet’s but from what she explained to me from what goes on behind closed doors (e.g. why leaving your abusive partner isn’t as easy as people think) is rather similar to Violet’s situation.

So, in other words, major kudos for Ms. Aleo for making the characterization and thought process of victims (as well as the depiction of the culprit) so sensible and pragmatic! It made me feel as if I were really there in her shoes but in reality I would be yelling at her to run for the hills and for Tucker to save her!

Speaking of Tucker...

Let me just say that I LOVE, LOVED Tucker McCloud!! <3 xoxoxoxo  

Can I have my very own of him?! Pretty please?! I swear, he was definitely swoon worthy!! There were so many points of which I wanted him to swoop in and rescue Violet but in a way, I’m so glad he didn’t. My reason being, that if he were the one to save her there would be no point in this story. I think what the author was trying to convey to readers who are in this situation like Violet were for them to muster up their own strength and courage to find a way out of their abusive situations. There won’t always be someone there to help you so you must look for it in yourself to get yourself out of the situation if possible.

MY VERDICT: 

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND!! I was already a huge Toni Aleo fan from her “Assassins” series but “Let It Be Me” proved that she could also step outside of her box and go even deeper into more serious content.

I am absolutely impressed with her craftsmanship is creating such a haunting, realistic tale and would read more from her outside of her hockey sports reads!!

I swear, every minute of Violet’s turbulent marriage I could vividly see and feel every minute of it exuberated from the pages and constantly feared and cried for Violet!!

So captivating and heartbreaking at the same time.

Gah, "Let It Be Me" is a true winner in my book!! I can’t wait to see what Ms. Aleo has in store for us in the future!!

But until then, be on the lookout for "Blue Lines," which is Toni's next release continuing her highly acclaimed "Assassins" series!!

Bye friends!

My Rating:

-Overall : 9
-Plot : 8.5
-Writing : 9
-Characters : 9
-Cover : 7


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Release Day Blitz!- Unwanted by Alivia Anders

Title: Unwanted

Author: Alivia Anders

Genre: NA Dystopian

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Book Description:

She would be his freedom. He would be her price.

In a world overrun with people and narrowing resources, the basis of life has turned to do or die. No longer does the balance of wealth and power apply. A strict split between the rich and poor has made the lines clear- the more money you have, the more power you control. For seventeen year old Emily Beucant, life is an equal gift and curse. Having grown up pre- Unwanted society, she can still remember the days it was okay to play with children from the other side of the concrete wall, back when her father was still alive, and back when the Unwanted program was used to Mark and hunt criminals, not sign away the lives of ungrateful children or spouses with high insurance collections over their heads. But since her father's creation of the program, the government has taken control and made it into a lucrative monster. And as Emily is days away from her eighteenth birthday, and handsome inheritance, she will soon see just how badly it is to be Marked. When her soulless aunt places Emily up to be Marked an Unwanted, she is forced to go on the run from all she has ever known. No where is safe for her, and no one will protect her, least they wish to have the same fate as her. It isn't until she forms a tense, explosive alliance with a former doctor, Ben, that it looks like the tables may turn in her favor. Together they race against those searching for her, desperate to find a way to free her from an early death. But is it too late? No one is safe. No one is free.

Teaser

The time on my phone flashes 4:09AM by the time I come within sight of the first glimpses of Primrose Gardens. It’s nearly identical to Greener Lanes; a carefully monitored entryway was the only real way in, as the land was secured in a fence at least twenty feet high. Of course, like all high property, the maintenance of areas like the bottom of fences was generally overlooked, and were easily broken into by stray animals. Or fugitive eighteen year olds. I double-check no cameras are positioned on the outside of the fence, then carefully navigate around it. My hands and fingers brush through dewy ferns and pines, the cold droplets a welcomed relief to my grime-coated fingers. At the corner of the first half, I spot an opening. It’s small, roughly the size of a skinny barrel, and pieces of rotting wood have been shoved in front of it in a weak attempt to conceal it. I wiggle them free with little effort, check the other side for any pesky animals, and slip in. The backyard is empty, nothing but freshly mown green grass to both corners of the enclosed yard. Inwardly I sigh with huge relief. Nothing in the backyard means there’s almost no chance of the house having dogs or kids. I sprint up to the house and press myself into the siding, peering over the corner inside. Sunlight beams over the hedges and fencing, shining streaks of yellow into the wide floor-to-ceiling windows backing most of the house. There’s no lights on, and nothing casually abandoned or out of place. Maybe the place is abandoned. Pressing my luck, I try the handle to the sliding glass doors. It’s unlocked. I hold my breath and pop the door open a pinch. When no alarms sound, I can barely contain my jittery hands from smacking the windows with glee like some over-sugared toddler who found out the square shape goes in the square-shaped hole. I step inside and quickly shut the door behind me, careful not to make too much noise. Even with the sunlight streaking through the glass, I can’t see too much, but I figure it’s best not to turn on the lights just in case. The kitchen reminds me eerily of home. Modern, glass and black metal fixtures create a desensitized atmosphere, devoid of emotion and memory. No fruit in a bowl on the counter, no washcloths hanging on the bar to the oven, no magnets on the fridge. Whoever does live here, doesn’t seem to be really living. Two slim envelopes sit on the far counter near the entrance to what looks like a dining room. I inch closer and squint, trying to make out the name on the label. The sound of a door upstairs stops me cold. I spin about the room, frantic. A place to hide, a place to hide... the kitchen sink cabinet. The cabinet was small, barely built to hold the pipes for the sink. Tiny bottles of cleaner, rags, scrubbing brushes, and several wrenches were piled in a corner, eating up any extra space I could fit into. This was most likely the only moment I would ever be thankful for my recent years of near-death starvation movements at my aunt’s hand. I was told once that when you adrenaline hits, everything slows to a crawl. At the time, Dad had used the words heightened senses, joking that for a blink in our lives, we became superhuman. For my sake, I hope he was right. If the owner of the house found me, it would be either fight or flight. And I was counting on the former. My fingers silently grasp for one of the wrenches, and I tense, going quiet and still. Footsteps sound on the linoleum tiles. A chair is pulled from the dining room table, and a sound of something heavy dropped on the table. I dare not breathe. My heart races faster than helicopter blades slicing through the cloudy skies on an emergency rescue. Pressure builds in my ears and chest, my throat squeezing until I can barely gather a thread of air. Seconds tick by, painfully slow. The nervous tick in my chest shifts to my feet, the fight flickering within. It crosses my mind that if I move swiftly, I could catch the owner off guard, burst from the cabinet doors and run for the fence. Outside the cabinet doors, there’s nothing but silence. No feet, no mutters, not even a grunt. All I can be sure of is my heart, slamming erratically against my chest, pulsing faster with every passing moment. The cabinet door flies open. A hand reaches in, grasping onto my upper arm. I try to swing the wrench but there’s no room in the cupboard. In one move I’m yanked out and tossed onto the tiled floor, and greeted by a blackened barrel of a gun holding true to my face. I know better than to scream for help. Instead I scramble with haste, rolling over and finding myself on my feet. My eyes focus, and I meet with the owner of the gun hovering in front of my nose. Sharp, dark green eyes stare holes into me, but his expression is glacial, reserved. Instantly I’m reminded of Matthew, and how I’d handle his past dealers who would try and stiff him. Like a lion lying in wait, poised and in control, I’d wait until they left a sliver of their guard down and attack the first weak spot available. But this isn’t a drug deal gone wrong, and Matthew is not here. This is real life, and I’m staring down a loaded weapon poised to blow my face all over the wall. If I give this man a fraction of a weak spot, he will use it and exploit it. I refuse to give this man a weak spot. He jerks his head to the cabinet doors, the short brown hair on his head bristling with motion. “You have exactly ten seconds to give me one good reason not to empty my gun into your thieving frame.” Surprise crosses my face, but I mask it as quickly as it slips. Could he possibly not know who I am? That I’m Marked and as good as dead? I say nothing. His eyes narrow, as if he can see right through me and learn all my dirty secrets. I try not to visibly flinch. He motions his free hand to the chair that’s been pulled from the table in the adjacent room. Our eyes stay locked and unblinking, neither moving. “Why don’t you hand me the wrench, and take a seat?” My lips stay sealed. I run over the options in my head, each more bizarre and unlikely than the last. Each one ends with me getting a bullet lodged into some part of my body, and I really don’t like the idea of becoming swiss cheese. He sighs disappointingly. “Unless you prefer that I call the police?” His free hand now reaches into his pocket, cellphone ready to dial on his touchscreen. If I wasn’t shaking before, I am now. My body shudders so hard I drop the wrench, the sound the smack against the floor so loud I yelp. The willful voice in my mind resurfaces, screaming. Run! Attack him, take the gun from him and go! But the brazen drive fades as quickly as it comes, and I haven’t made a move. Confusion swings in my head. Part of me still clings to the past I ripped myself from. The truth that I am no longer Emily Beucant, socialite of Camardine, daughter of the man who established the Unwanted program, continues to sink it, startling me with each passing tick of the clock. I am now Emily, fugitive of the law, outcast of all areas of society, Marked an Unwanted and fighting a system my own blood created. Unwanted. Unloved. Undesired. “No one,” I say, ignoring the crack in my voice. “Is going to take me alive, Unwanted or not. You may as well shoot me.” The man lowered the gun by a fraction, tilting it to the side. His eyes darkened as if he would explode with rage, but he spoke as if confused. “I’m not going to... hold on,” he zeroed in on my face, taking in my blonde tresses. “You can’t be that girl...” I did my best to stand rigid and tall, envisioning a plank of wood for motivation. It offered little help for my intimidating factor. Okay, so he knew. His eyes couldn’t hide the connection behind them, same way Matthew couldn’t hide his traitor behavior. Where did that leave me? I was going to find out. “Do it,” I make the words harsh, hot like scalding water. “Shoot me. You have every right.” The frown on his lips deepens, and he lowers the gun by another inch. Then, just like that, he flips the gun’s safety on and tucks it into the side of his black pants. A new wave of emotion, raw and frightened, rolls over me. Is he going to turn me in? “Are you hungry?” His words catch me off guard. Until he asked, I hadn’t so much as given a passing thought to food. My stomach gnawed and groaned. “What, no-?” He stares at me suspiciously. “You look like you weigh twenty pounds soaking wet. Might want to refuel if you plan on trying to break into any more houses.” I couldn’t help it. “Are you seriously asking the person who just broke into your home if they want breakfast?” “Are you going to take breakfast from the only person who’s offered it to you?” He counters, scowling. “I’m not-” “Breakfast or the police. Your choice.” What the actual hell was going on? I crossed my arms and made a face. “Fine.” He motions to the dining room one more time, the grand gesture like salt rubbing in the wounds. Looking over my shoulder, I carefully walk past him, crossing into the next room and sitting on the pulled out chair. A basket is placed on the table, muffin tops poking out from the thin cloth covering the top. I peel back the cloth and sneak a peek between keeping my eyes on the man. “Blueberry.” “Do you not eat blueberry muffins?” His mouth turns up at the corners, fighting a snicker. “Actually,” I begin, pushing the basket away. “I’m allergic.” He pushes off the doorframe, moving for the fridge. “I have orange-cranberry, too.” “I’m not hungry.” He sighs with irritability, and runs his hands over the top of his head. “You’re either incredibly stupid or stubborn.” That gets a rise out of me. “Talk to my aunt, and she’d tell you I’m both.” “My guess is stubborn with a side of stupid, if what I saw earlier was any indication,” he jabs at me, eyes turning to their glacial stare. “You’ve got some nerve, some seriously huge cojones, thinking you could break into a place like this. Let me guess, you thought you were so lucky. No one spots you at the fence, the door’s are unlocked and place immaculate.” “You have no ide-” “I spotted you clear as day from the second floor, little girl. You hadn’t even finished moving those planks I shoved over the gaping hole. If I spotted you that fast, imagine how quickly the cameras on the other side got a look at your face.” I went weak in the knees. “But I didn’t see-” “Damn right you didn’t see, you were too busy enjoying the win of your little conquest. Tell me, what was your plan after you got inside, huh? Take the car, look for jewels to pawn, murder a family if they spotted you and reported to the Unwanted call line-” “It wasn’t supposed to happen!” I’m on my feet, but don’t remember standing. Flashes of my hands, white-knuckled as they grip the edge of the table, dance at the bottom of my line of sight. His green gaze is unforgiving. “Is that what you were planning to say if you were caught? ‘I’m sorry, sir, it wasn’t supposed to happen’?” “Is breakfast a codeword for lecture? Because I really, really don’t want any breakfast. Now or never.” I make to leave, but he stands in the way. My fists clench tight, and I relax my arms in case I need to power-fist my way through him. “Move.” “Answer me one question,” he says coolly. I can’t believe the nerve of this taunting jerk. In less than ten minutes, I’ve gone from fugitive to captive, all because my stupid instincts said to go to a place familiar to home. I can’t look him in the face, so I turn my head down to the ground. “Ask.” His words are like a thin thread of breath on my neck, a cold breeze that makes me shudder from the chill. “What was your plan?” To save Matthew. To kill Christine. To run long enough for someone to reverse my Unwanted status. “I have to fix it,” the words barely leave my lips, the truth a burning declaration I hadn’t known existed even in the deepest pockets of my mind. “I have to stop it before someone else ends up in my shoes. Marked while innocent, captured while terrified, slain without cause.” I tilt my head up slowly, coming within inches of his face. Waves of green swallow me, and for a second I swear I’m caught in the tide in his eyes, ready to be pitched into the waters, lost to the sea. “I have to end the Unwanted program.”

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ALIVIA ANDERS is the author of the Amazon bestselling Illumine Series. Born and raised in PA, she fell headfirst into the world of writing at thirteen with the discovery of internet fan-fiction and RPG-forum boards. A lover of chinchillas, mexican food, and coffee, she spends most of her time drumming up new ideas to spin into tales to enchant readers everywhere. You can find out more about Alivia, and her upcoming projects, by visiting her Facebook or Blogger. Books Available by Alivia Anders: The Illumine Series: Illumine (Book #1) Obumbrate (Book #2) Riven (Book #3) Ethereal (Book #3.5, releases March 2013) Other Series By Alivia Anders: The Black Symphony Saga Novellas: An Ice Princess Heart (Novella #1, releases 2013) An Ice Princess Kiss (Novella #2, releases 2013) An Ice Princess Symphony (Novella #3, releases 2013) An Ice Princess Dream (Novella #4, releases 2013) The Black Symphony Saga: A Shard of Ice (Book #1, releases April 2014) A Brush of Fire (Book #2, releases January 2015) A Breath of Life (Book #3, releases December 2015)

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Book Blog Tour and Author Interview: Cage (Corps Security, #2) by Harper Sloan

Title: Cage (Corps Security, #2)
Author: Harper Sloan
Publication Date: September 9th 2013 by Harper Sloan
Ebook/Book Copy Source: Blog Tour
Plot:  "Alpha heroes you'll want to kidnap and keep, heroines to root for, and sizzling love scenes with emotional punch." Carly Phillips, NY Times Bestselling Author

Greg Cage was born to protect. While growing up, he was his mother and sister’s shield against the world… until he failed. For the last decade, he has carried that guilt and need for vengeance around… until it was stripped from him. Now, with his best friend getting married and no longer needing his protection, he is even more lost, completely adrift, and desperate for some control. All he has ever known was how to protect: his family, his friends, and his country. Can he go against everything he has ever known, and give up that control?

Melissa Larson will never let anyone hold the reins in her life. She has been the rock in her family for more years than she can remember, and the fight to keep them together is her main priority right now. She has always been fiercely independent and proud. The last thing she will ever do is ask for someone else’s help. But when that choice is out of her control, forcing her to rely on others to save her and her family, and pick up the pieces that are left, will she be able to let someone else be her strength?

The second Greg locks eyes with Meli, he knows that she is someone he needs. Someone he craves. Meli knew the second she met Greg that he would be nothing but trouble and heartache. Her life takes an unexpected turn, and that bitch Fate is back to wreak more havoc on another member of the Corps family.

All hell breaks loose, leaving Greg no choice but to call in a favor. He hooks back up with his old friend Braxxon Breaker from the Breakneck MC. Together, they make sure that nothing threatens anyone Greg loves again.

CAGE is a complete story with a HEA.

Author info:

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her ereader attached. As an ex-reviewer and blogger, Harper's passion for reading runs deep. It wasn't until 'Axel' decided to take up residence that she realized her true calling.

She started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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MY REVIEW:

I'll be honest and say that I was highly disappointed when I had initially found out that book two of the series was going to be on Cage and not Beck. Boy, am I glad for Ms. Sloan proving me wrong as "Cage" proved to be an absolute winner in my book!

The good:

-Great story line, fluid pacing, and no unnecessary gimmicks.

-Likeable characters. Both Cage and Melissa are strong, independent individuals that share the mutual angst and loss in their their lives.

And also, Cohen (Melissa's nephew) was a riot!

**“Melwee? What are you doing? Why is Greg not wearing his big boy underwear? Why doesn’t Greg have clothes on? I wanna be naked! You’re gonna see his wiener, and Nana said that boys shouldn’t show their wieners to girls. It’s naughty. You’re gonna go to time out.”

“Daddy! Yeah, Buddy? When I get big like you, will my wiener be big too?” 

Buahahahaha. Lol.

The bad:

-Nothing regarding the plot and the main characters

-As for the supporting characters, particularly Dee and Beck, well...the little peaks this book gave into their drama feast annoyed me.

OVER ALL THOUGHTS: 

Wonderful addition to the Corps Security Series. Loved ALPHA MALE Cage with his three c*ck piercings! He's now joined the ranks of my book boyfriends. So smexy.....

"His body alone is enough to convince me to sell my left tit just to touch it, but to see what he has been packing all day makes my center weep with wetness. Huge, thick and decorated. He fingers the hoop, which causes his d*ck to jump and a hiss to shoot from his mouth. As if the Prince Albert isn’t shocking enough, the second horizontal bar through his bulbous head has my jaw dropping. My first thought was ‘holy sh*t that had to hurt’, but closely followed it is my body screaming ‘hell f*cking yes, that will feel like pure bliss’!" 

AND, DOMINANT.

"He continues to devour my lips in a kiss that is almost bruising. He is letting out everything he has felt over the last twenty-four hours and pouring it into this kiss. I feel owned, loved, cherished, and branded." 

SO, MY VERDICT?

A MUST READ! "Cage" is a definite scorching and well put together and executed story. I highly recommend!

“I can’t make you promises, Beauty. I can’t sit here and tell you that I’m worth letting those walls down for. But, I can tell you that if the way I feel for you now keeps growing, there isn’t an army strong enough to pull me out. Spent too long wanting someone worth it and as crazy as it sounds? One look baby… it took one look that even being covered in Nate’s vomit couldn’t dim how bright that beauty knocked me down.” 

AND LASTLY, WHAT TO EXPECT NEXT IN THE ONCOMING INSTALLMENTS IN THE 'CORPS SECURITY' SERIES: 

3) Beck x Dee

4) Cooper x ???

5) Locke x Emmy??

In regards to the Dee and Beck story, I don't know how I feel about it. I'm excited yet dreading it at the same time. Those two need to get it together. At the point, they're like a train wreck ready to happen! 

I actually had wanted Locke (Maddox) and Emmy's story for book three as I fell in love with them during "Cage." Sadly though, their story won't take place until book five. Gee, such a shame... :'(

MY INTERVIEW WITH HARPER SLOAN!:

Hi Harper Sloan,

My name is Kawehi and I’m a newbie blogger from Kawehi’s Book Blog.  I had the privilege of being granted the ARC of “Cage” for your blog tour and would like to ask you some questions.  So here we go! ;)

1)        How did you come up with the idea for this book?  What inspired you to write it? Ah, it all started with a name.  Axel.  He wouldn’t leave my head.  Technically, it started with some Goodreads friends saying, ‘you should write a book’ and I really never gave it too much thought.  I used to write little stories here and there but nothing like this.  Then I started to think about it and the idea just took root.  Axel was always what came to mind.  I knew his back story, looks, personality and about every single detail of his life before anyone else came to me.  After I ‘met’ him, the rest was easy.

2)       Are any of the characters based on people you know? There are a few.  Mainly my heroines.  But all of them have bits and pieces of people I know in there.

3)       Both Cage and Melissa go through a lot in their lives and relationship and share a similar loss.  Is there anything you would like readers to take back from them or from reading your story?  When I write about characters that have experienced loss, or a hard life I hope to show people that there are ways to overcome, strength to be found within. 

4)       Are there any particular quotes or moments that you’re fond of that occur in the book?  And if you have, would you mind elaborating as to why they mean something to you? I’m pretty found of about every sweet and lovey filled thing my boys say. ;)  I love alphas that aren’t afraid to show they have a heart.

5)       I noticed that the men in this series are alpha types of characters.  Are you by chance a major fan of alpha males?  If you are, and if any of the men from Corps Security were pursuing you, who would you choose and why? ;) Oh God YES!  I love alpha men.  They are my drug of choice.  You tell me there is a book with a hot alpha and I don’t even second guess, I one-click.  They aren’t hard to write when you love them so much.  And… damn, I have no idea how I would pick!  Two months ago I would have said Axel.  Now, I might say Cage.  But, deep down – Maddox.  And I say that because I know what’s going on in that man’s head.  ;)

6)       Do you have any advice for aspiring or beginning writers? Tons!!!  Do you have a week??  Biggest thing, don’t give up.  It might feel like it’s better off just saying enough but when you hit publish, it is the most fulfilling feeling ever.  I would gladly help anyone who needed a little advice.  ;)

7)       Anything you’re currently reading?  What do you look for or think what makes a good story?  Right at this moment I’m reading ‘Out From Under’ by Selene Chardou and really enjoying it.  I love a good book so I try and read as much as possible when I’m not writing.  I crave books with HEA and won’t touch a cliffhanger until all the books are out.  J  I just like a good story.

8)       And lastly, do you have anything you can or would like to share with your readers with regards as to what to expect next in the series?  We know that next up will be Beck and Dee’s story and then Cooper and Locke’s after.  Will you also be writing a story or new series with Cage’s friend, Braxxon “Brax” Breaker?  He got my interest peaked! Ah, my lips are zipped with what is to come.  I will say there are a lot of changes on the way for the Corps Crew.  ;)  As for Braxxon, you can find his story in Seize Me by Crystal Spears.  I was blessed to become friends with her and love her books!

Before I conclude this interview, I would like to thank you for taking time out of your day to respond to my questions and inquiries.  I really appreciate it.

I was first introduced to the “Corps Security Series” when a friend of mine had recommended it to me and reviewed it on Goodreads.  I’m obsessed with alpha male characters so when I saw the cover and synopsis of your book I was instantly appealed.

Glad I did read it because I am absolutely in love with this series! <3

Once again, thank you for your time and input and I hope to hear from your works again!

Kawehi

My Rating:

-Overall : 9

-Plot : 8.5

-Writing : 8.5

-Characters : 8.5

-Cover : 8


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