Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway!- Deep Down (Lockhart Brothers #1) by Brenda Rothert

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Title: Deep Down (Lockhart Brothers #1)
Author: Brenda Rothert
Publication Date: May 5th 2015 by Silver Sky Publishing, Inc
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Plot:  I’m falling.
Faster.
Further.
Deeper.
Sometimes you fall so hard you can’t get back up. My closest companions now are shame and loss. But a sliver of hope lies in the only person I have left in this world – the one who’s growing inside me.
Survival becomes living again because of my child, and the town where I begin anew. That’s where I meet the man who starts to melt the ice inside my heart.
As we get closer, reminders of my past become sharper. Clearer. To confront the pain, I have to discover what’s deep down inside me. Is there enough left there to become whole again, or am I too wounded to heal?

A portion of sales from this book will benefit the Keith Milano Memorial Fund at AFSP

 My Review 

☆ I received an RC via the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆

#A Raw, Powerful & Emotional Read!

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Deep Down covers terrain where most will not. For some it will be shocking and taboo subject matter where most will not speak or even entertain the thought about; and for others, it will be informative and eye opening.

While these topics are in no way graphic, but rather depicted in a tasteful delivery, it is not meant to offend, cause distress, or cause triggers to readers. It is simply meant to serve as a beacon of hope to all of those who feel lost and alone.


Author Brenda Rothert skillfully reinvents herself, as she creates a world of a survivor, Ivy, who lives through the daily motions but isn’t really living. Ivy's world is black and white, bleak and nonexistent and stems from a series traumatic and tragic unfortunate events that left her the empty shell she is today.

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Deep Down is beautifully crafted, it was also heart wrenchingly but also more deep and tragic that I had imagined.

I’ve always believed that when you pick up a book to always put yourself in their shows and travel on their journey with them.

But, man did I not expect for my heartstrings to be constantly pulled by Ivy’s brokenness. She is a victim and carries her burden and shame everywhere with her, along with her 3-year old son Noah, and doesn’t see the light of where it will end.

That is, until Reed Lockhart enters the picture and helps her pick up the pieces and help her realize that the only way to salvation for her and a better life is to dig deep inside and confront the demons of her past. Not only for her, but for the well-being of her child.

Can Ivy rise up and gather her inner strength and heal old hurts and move forward with her life?

Can she break the destructive cycle of hers that she’s succumbed herself to and make a future with Reed?

Or will it take a hold of her and drown her from beneath?

And can Reed save her from destroying herself from within?

Read and you will find out!

An unforgettable tale of the human spirit and its testament of overcoming obstacles and obscurities!! 

#Light will always prevail over darkness in the end!!
##Can’t wait for more Lockhart brothers goody-goodness!


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 Excerpt 
It happened without warning on a quiet, snowy January day. Or maybe there had been signs that I’d ignored because they were too painful to acknowledge. Either way, the course of my life was changed that day. After it was over I just remember watching the snowflakes through my open bedroom window. Falling silently from the sky, they were the closing curtain on eighteen years of trusting that all people were inherently good. ----------------------- It was the first day back from the winter break and I was wrapped up in the excitement that filled the hallways of Lexington High School. There was an unspoken energy circulating around those of us who were seniors. Home stretch, baby. The last semester of high school is underway. Your future starts now. And, for me, this new term couldn’t end soon enough. My mom’s death this past September had plunged me into a deep sadness I still hadn’t fully emerged from. Over the course of the past four months I’d gotten good at plastering on a phony smile to let everyone know I’d moved on. Putting this school year behind me would be more sweet than bitter. Sure, I had great friends I’d miss when I went off to college in the fall. And dance team…for sure I would miss that. Most of all, I would miss my boyfriend Levi, but somehow I knew that once high school was over I really would be able to move on. A warm, familiar arm wrapping around my waist from behind made me break out in a genuine grin. “How was your day, baby?” Levi asked, pulling me against his side as we walked down the hall. “Good. You?” He shrugged. “Everybody’s talking about graduation. It hasn’t seemed close until now.” “Did you get those scholarship essays done?” “Yep.” He pulled me a little closer, steering me away from a cluster of loud underclassmen who were about to run me over. “Am I riding with you today? I can catch a ride home with Sami if you’re lifting weights after school.” He leaned down and kissed my temple. “The only weight I’m interested in right now is yours on top of me.” I held back a smile. Our after school make out sessions were one of Levi’s favorite things. But between the time off his parents and my dad had taken off over the holiday break, we hadn’t gotten much time alone. 
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Brenda Rothert lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three sons. She was a daily print journalist for nine years, during which time she enjoyed writing a wide range of stories.
These days Brenda writes New Adult Romance in the Contemporary and Dystopian genres. She loves to hear from readers by email at bjrothert@sbcglobal.net.

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Monday, May 25, 2015

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway!- Takeover (The Legacy Series, #1) by Lana Grayson

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Title:  Takeover (The Legacy Series, #1)
Author:  Lana Grayson

Genre: Dark Stepbrother Romance
Publication Date:  May 21st 2015 by Tika Lake Publishing

Plot:  A reckless sacrifice to protect a family legacy...

Sarah: 

Kidnapped. Imprisoned. Ravished.

When tragedy stole my family, my father’s will mandated my future. I didn’t inherit Atwood Industries. I became the only one capable of protecting it. 

Atwood Industries belongs only to a male heir, my heir. And my enemies—my own step-brothers—will stop at nothing to create a shared bloodline.

But they’ve made a mistake, and they’ll forever regret trying to control me.


Nicholas: 

Damned. Destroyed. Enthralled.

My family’s livelihood depended on acquiring the rival Atwood Industries and seizing the innocent woman bound within its terms of succession. 

I never expected such a challenge from my step-sister.
I never thought I’d betray my own blood to protect her from the nightmare we began.

But if I don’t stop her, the woman I’m forbidden to love will be responsible for tearing apart the empire my family spent generations building. 


 My Review 

☆ I received an ARC via LBTS PR in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ! ☆

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Takeover was one of those seize and domination types of reads. It was a pretty solid and gripping read, which luckily, did not tread on any of my hard limits of cheating, love triangles and other character sex scenes.

The plot centers around the acquisition and power struggle behind who wields the Atwood Industries company, and going through all lengths and costs, to acquire it.

From stepfather’s and stepbrothers with nefarious plans and intentions… To their step daughter and sister who finds herself in the middle of their plans and their key to total control and ascendancy. Takeover, is simply as one would imply: “an act of assuming control of something.”

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But when eldest brother, Nicholas Bennett, finds himself mixing the lines and developing feelings for Sarah Atwood...

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He and she must decide between family obligations, forbidden love, and an empire legacy of entanglements, seduction; as well as, twists and turns.

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Great start! I can’t wait to see where this storyline goes next!!

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“Your fate is decided, Ms. Atwood.”
I bit my lip and stared at his. Mistake.
“And what fate is that?” I asked.
“You’re mine.”
For the first time in a week I took deep, healthy breaths, but my body refused them all. Nicholas towered over me. The button on his suit jacket slipped, revealing a trim waist and broad, muscular chest waiting beneath the dress shirt.
He was close enough to touch.
Close enough to be dangerous.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whispered. “Least of all a Bennett.”
His eyes traced the ottoman where his family displayed my nudity. I didn’t react. He prowled closer, herding me toward the desk.
“I should bend you over right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Why did I challenge him? I should have just run.
He seized me, and I twisted in his arms. Nicholas was far stronger than me. He forced me over the desk and I thudded on my stomach. He avoided an awkward kick and pinned me with an arm over my back.
My skin prickled in a sudden sweat as he moved behind me. His hips pressed against mine. I arched. Reflexively. Instinctually.
Completely inappropriately.
He curled his hand in my hair and chuckled. “You like this.”
Yes.
“No, I don’t.”
“Why lie to me?”
“I’ll scream.”
“And who would save you, Ms. Atwood?”
No one.
“You’re scaring me.”
He didn’t care. “Am I hurting you?”
Was that the distinction? Hurting me?
Physically, no. He simply held me against my will. Again. Wielded his strength over me and dragged my body where he wanted it. I could scramble away without pressing harder against him. He chided me with a soft whisper of my name—an angel’s voice with a devil’s intent.
He liked that I still tried to struggle.
“This as an opportunity,” he said. “We’re offering you every luxury. No responsibilities. No commitments. Just a beautiful home for you to enjoy with every amenity at your fingertips.” His hands slid over my hips. “This could be a life of pleasure.”
I tried to focus on anything but how our bodies touched. “You think this would be pleasurable?”
“Exceedingly.”
“Raping me?”
His voice lowered to a growl. “When I take you, it won’t be by force. You will surrender to me.”
My breath rattled in my chest. “Never.”
“It’ll happen. Soon. Why deny me?”
“Why would I ever give into you?”
His hands tightened. I resisted a groan. “I’m offering you a place in my bed. A partnership with a sweet reward.”
“Nothing you ever do to me will be sweet.
“Another challenge?” Nicholas hauled me up only to sit me on the end of the desk. I groaned, too dizzy with fatigue to stop him from spreading my legs. He stepped in, pushing against the part of me he planned to capture. “Would you like a demonstration?”
Yes.
“No.”

“You’ll have to be more convincing than that.”“Your fate is decided, Ms. Atwood.”
I bit my lip and stared at his. Mistake.
“And what fate is that?” I asked.
“You’re mine.”
For the first time in a week I took deep, healthy breaths, but my body refused them all. Nicholas towered over me. The button on his suit jacket slipped, revealing a trim waist and broad, muscular chest waiting beneath the dress shirt.
He was close enough to touch.
Close enough to be dangerous.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whispered. “Least of all a Bennett.”
His eyes traced the ottoman where his family displayed my nudity. I didn’t react. He prowled closer, herding me toward the desk.
“I should bend you over right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Why did I challenge him? I should have just run.
He seized me, and I twisted in his arms. Nicholas was far stronger than me. He forced me over the desk and I thudded on my stomach. He avoided an awkward kick and pinned me with an arm over my back.
My skin prickled in a sudden sweat as he moved behind me. His hips pressed against mine. I arched. Reflexively. Instinctually.
Completely inappropriately.
He curled his hand in my hair and chuckled. “You like this.”
Yes.
“No, I don’t.”
“Why lie to me?”
“I’ll scream.”
“And who would save you, Ms. Atwood?”
No one.
“You’re scaring me.”
He didn’t care. “Am I hurting you?”
Was that the distinction? Hurting me?
Physically, no. He simply held me against my will. Again. Wielded his strength over me and dragged my body where he wanted it. I could scramble away without pressing harder against him. He chided me with a soft whisper of my name—an angel’s voice with a devil’s intent.
He liked that I still tried to struggle.
“This as an opportunity,” he said. “We’re offering you every luxury. No responsibilities. No commitments. Just a beautiful home for you to enjoy with every amenity at your fingertips.” His hands slid over my hips. “This could be a life of pleasure.”
I tried to focus on anything but how our bodies touched. “You think this would be pleasurable?”
“Exceedingly.”
“Raping me?”
His voice lowered to a growl. “When I take you, it won’t be by force. You will surrender to me.”
My breath rattled in my chest. “Never.”
“It’ll happen. Soon. Why deny me?”
“Why would I ever give into you?”
His hands tightened. I resisted a groan. “I’m offering you a place in my bed. A partnership with a sweet reward.”
“Nothing you ever do to me will be sweet.
“Another challenge?” Nicholas hauled me up only to sit me on the end of the desk. I groaned, too dizzy with fatigue to stop him from spreading my legs. He stepped in, pushing against the part of me he planned to capture. “Would you like a demonstration?”
Yes.
“No.”
“You’ll have to be more convincing than that.”

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I'm the author of super sexy and completely unmentionable types of new adult romance--motorcycle clubs to dark, dangerous, and dominating alpha males.

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Sunday, May 24, 2015

Pre-Order Alert & Sale!- Desertion (Knights Rebels MC, #3) by River Savage

DESERTION (Knights Rebels MC #3) by River Savage is now available for Pre-Order at a special price for a limited time.  #OneClickNOW to get your copy as soon as it is released on July 14th! 

Title:  Desertion (Knights Rebels MC #3)  
Author:  River Savage
Publication Date:  July 14, 2015
Plot:  Honor. 
Courage. 
Commitment.

Three things Jesse Carter has lost. A former Marine, Jesse used to stand proud of his achievements and live by the code. But when circumstance made him question everything he believed in, those most basic values didn’t feel so important after all.

Sex. 
Lies. 
Knights Rebels.

Three things Jesse Carter has found. Reborn into a brotherhood not so different from the one he left behind, Jesse finds it all too easy to block out his past and claim the role as the Rebels' fun loving player.
Until he meets Bell.

Shy, awkward, and with troubles of her own, Bell Johnson's no stranger to hiding her pain. When Jesse forces himself into her life, she’s at risk of her defences crumbling.

Does Bell have the strength to survive Jesse and his demons or is she fated to become another casualty in the self-destruction of Jesse Carter?

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USA Today Best Selling Author River Savage is the author of the Knights Rebels MC Series. 
An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fueled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable. 
With a soft spot for an alpha male and a snarky sassy woman, Kadence and Nix were born.
River would love to hear from you. You can contact and/or follow her via...

Email: riversavageauthor@gmail.com

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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway!- Forever Branded (The Billionaire Love Series) by Jessa Eden

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Title:  Forever Branded (The Billionaire Love Series)
Author:  Jessa Eden
Date:  May 23rd 2015
Plot:  Marla was my first. 
For everything. 
I’d loved her so hard, I’d come apart at the seams when she left me. 
I’ve never been the same since.
Now, I just wanted to punish her. 
~Beau Shepard, ex-hockey player, turned real estate billionaire

Beau was the love of my life.
We met at eighteen and thought we would be together always.
Then we were ripped apart.
It didn’t matter.
There is no statute of limitations on love.
He was branded on my soul.
Forever.
~Marla Matthews, salon owner and kick-ass single mom 

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The Ache of Beau Shepard

Geesh, it seems like time flies when a story is pouring out of me! I am in awe of how this story came together and am very excited to invite you into the world of Marla Matthews and Beau Shepard.
They have been chomping at the bit, ready for me to tell their story, which is a weave of past and present. Forever Branded is a tale of love enduring when all hope is lost. Told from Marla and Beau’s perspective, this story will suck you in and let you dive into all the juicy details and secrets revealed! Check out the excerpt below!
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~Jessa Eden
Enjoy this morsel of Marla and Beau’s story and check out Forever Branded available May 23rd or pre-order now.
Beau:
Life had offered me a pretty sweet ride. I had money, status and privilege. It bought me whatever I wanted, excused any indiscretion and included me in a VIP world.
But I didn’t give a shit.
None of it really mattered.
I’d lived for years in a fog after Marla broke up with me only to resurface when I had a car accident. It cost me my hockey career, my leg shattering as I wrapped my Ferrari F50 around a tree.
I was lucky to walk after that.
Having a near death experience scared me enough to straighten out my life.
I cut out the heavy partying and channeled my energy into becoming a workaholic and a fuckaholic. When I wasn’t at the office or working out, I was screwing every hot woman in Baltimore, trying to get Marla out of my head.
I could still remember how her soft skin tasted, the breathy, pitched moans she made as we went at it. It haunted me at times, even in the middle of a great fuck.
Marla was my first.
For everything.
I’d loved her so hard, I’d come apart at the seams when she left me.
I’d never been the same since.
Now, I just wanted to punish her.
Especially after seeing her at that party.
After all these years, she still took my breath away as she stood there wide-eyed. My blood ran hot and I wanted to make her squeal like the naughty girl she was hiding under that modest black dress she wore.
A rush of dirty flashbacks ran through my mind, mostly of her opening wide and welcoming me in. I had to control my first instinct to run over, scoop her up and lay a hard kiss on her sweet, lush mouth.
I had never gotten over her.
I knew it. I lived with it.
I should have been able to let her go and move on.
But she became ground zero for me when she blasted a hole the size of Texas in my heart. For now, I would settle for fucking her up, the way she had so easily done to me.
After I left the party and dumped the disappointed red-head back at her apartment, I sped off in my bright blue Bugatti Veyron as I high-tailed it across town. I had better things to do than waste my time dealing with her shit anyway. She was starting to look at me like we were more than fuck buddies.
We weren’t ever going to be more than that.
I would never trust a woman, again.
Not worth it.
I headed back to the Gators headquarters, where I conducted most of my business. Located in a high-rise, I keyed in my code and made my way up to the fifty-second floor in my private elevator.
As I set foot into the Gators office, everybody perked up.
The boss was in.
I passed a couple of women smiling in my direction, while men nodded in respect, through the glass plated walls of their offices.
Power was good.
Walking into my spacious office that overlooked the scenic ocean front, I was determined to dig up dirt on Marla. I had a million other projects that demanded my attention, but I didn’t care.
“Get Mitch on the phone for me, Donna,” I said to my secretary, taking off my jacket and throwing it on one of the leather high back chairs in front of my desk.
“You got it. Want some coffee?” she asked as I paced back and forth, trying to get ahold of myself.
Marla had me all whipped up. I could barely think straight.
“Sure.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to settle my jets, wondering why that girl always got under my skin.
Donna brought me a cup of Joe, moseying in like she had all the time in the world. She was in her mid-fifties, with her red hair in a French twist, dressed like she was Peggy on the show Mad Men. She wasn’t crazy about technology, but she was the best damn secretary I could ask for —sharp as a tack, didn’t miss much, and she kept things running smoothly. Just what I liked.
“What’s got you all worked up?” she asked as she watched me pace.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, studying me with her perceptive light blue gaze “I bet it’s a woman.”
“It might be…but you’ll never know.”
“Smart ass.”
I grinned. “You always keep it real, Donna.”
“Someone has to,” she shot back with a grin, turning around and heading toward the front of the office. A couple of seconds later, she shouted, “Mitch on line one,” as I grabbed the phone and sat down behind my big mahogany desk.
“What do you need?” my head of security asked as soon as he heard my voice.
“I need you to do some research for me.”
“On who?”
“Marla Matthews. I want everything on her. Leave no stone unturned.”
“Got it boss.”
I slammed down the phone and sat back in my black leather office chair. I lit a cigar, put my feet on my desk and thought about what had just happened.
God-damn Marla Matthews.
Still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Curvy, sensuous, and hot.
She still had it, after all these years.
Twenty-two god-damn years.
I figured she’d be married with two kids by now.
But she’d been at the party all by herself.
Why?
It didn’t make sense.
I needed to know why she wasn’t married and being taken care of by another man. My gut clenched as I thought about the last time I saw her. She said some horrible things that I would never forgive her for.
I had been completely fooled by her innocent do-gooder act. But underneath her sweet veneer was a heartless woman who didn’t give a shit about anyone.
Least of all, me.
When I’d lived in Toronto, it been easier to put her into the back of my mind. Granted, I had been fucked up for many years, but still, I couldn’t see her because she was thousands of miles away.
But, here in Baltimore, it was hard to resist the temptation of knowing her every move. I could almost breathe her in here. No matter where I went.
I knew I would run into her sooner or later. Still, it had been a shock to my system, seeing her stare at me, like she was seeing a ghost.
FUCK! I couldn’t believe I still wanted to know what was going on in her life. It tore me up and I hated that she brought out so much emotion in me.
It hadn’t always been like that.
My first impression of Marla, when I saw her in the library all those years ago was that she was pretty, but a stick in the mud. She was a little frumpy in her overalls and plaid shirt.
Then she got all feisty with me when I showed no interest in that stupid paper on Jane Eyre for that damn Honors English class my dad pushed me into. Her big, brown doe eyes had flashed with anger when I called her boring.
Most girls would have twirled their hair and tried to win me over with a giggle and a smile.
Not Marla.
With tears in her eyes, she told me off without a second thought. So much passion in each word as she angrily picked up her notebook off the library table.
Whoa. She had all of my attention as she stalked off, while I sat back, wondering who she was.
How had I not noticed her before?
The sweet, brown eyes?
The long lashes that gave her an innocent, come-hither stare?
And that backside.
Heart-shaped.
Generous.
Hips for days.
Damn, I got a woody just watching her walk away.

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Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more...

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