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The Boy Who Fell to Earth by A. Zukowski ** Josie’s Review **




Jay Palmer is two months away from his sixteenth birthday. He doesn’t realise how his life will be changed forever when a gang of thugs leaves a badly injured boy on his doorstep. The biracial boy and his white single mum Maggie nurse the stranger, sixteen-year-old Aleksander Zukowski, also known as Sasha. Sasha ran away from care two and half years ago. He sleeps rough, is addicted to drugs and sells himself on the streets of London to fund his habit. For the first time in his life, he has a reason to change.

Sasha confirms what Jay already knows about himself but it doesn’t make it easy for him to come out to his macho mates in a largely black neighbourhood. Sasha has an uphill struggle to stay clean when his past threatens to throw him back into the abyss. Are the two boys strong enough to stay together against all odds?






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Leyton, London.

       It happened when Mum and I were having dinner in the front room. Well, if you grew up in a poor, single-parent family in fucking East London, you were lucky to have a sitting room separate from your bedroom. Mum always said that the flat cost her half her salary, so “don’t you complain”. I didn’t. I had a box room with a single bed, and I could never fault my mum’s ability to feed me. After all, I was not even sixteen and nearly six feet tall and I ate like an elephant all the time which was down to my father’s genes, apparently. My mum should have hated the way I reminded her of my dad because he walked out on her when I was only five, but she didn’t.

        Anyway, this night we were in the sitting room with our dinner hot on the table. It was only October, but the sky had darkened since the late afternoon. A loud squeak cut through the thick blackness outside. Mum and I looked at one another, as we sat and listened.

        We could hear a car stop; tires skidded across the road right in front of our place. Car doors opening and the voices indicated two or three men got out from the car and threw something heavy onto our front lawn. They shouted incomprehensibly to each other and got back in the car, slamming the doors with loud bangs. I called it our “lawn”, but it was a patch of grass that was basically part of the pavement. People dumped all kinds of crap there all the time. The car sped off, its tyres screeching with the friction.

        “What the fuck!” I stood up to look out, expecting to see fly tipping in our front garden again. The bastards.

        “Language!” Mum never failed to remind me.

         Living in our part of London, we should keep our nose out of other people’s business. But, now that the men had gone, I wasn’t afraid to go and investigate. I lifted the curtains and peered into the dark, my breath instantly misting up the window. I assumed they had left a bag of rubbish, a piece of old furniture, or something like that, but they hadn’t. I screwed up my eyes to see in the dusk, to make out the shape of the thing on the lawn, and my heart pounded. Arms and thighs shimmered oddly white in the night.

        “Shit, Mum. There’s someone out there. They dumped a body.” Perhaps I grew up watching too many crime and detective dramas. My mum loved them. But I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. Around our part of London it was entirely possible it was a dead man.

          “A body?” Mum was a nurse which was a good thing because she sounded curious rather than scared or panicky.

         I ran out first. The man—well, he was a boy about the same age as me—lay on his side, his legs drawn up. My heart thumped when I saw that his trousers were down just below his knees; his bare arse was bloody and his balls were black, as though someone had literally kicked his nuts. The rest of him was the same, black and blue everywhere; his face was covered in blood. In the pale, yellowy lamplight he looked dead. I could make out he was pale skinned and his hair colour was light, probably blond. My eyes were drawn back to his limp penis. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t frightened or disgusted. Instead I was fascinated by the stranger as if the scene put a spell on me.

         My mum had come out by then and stood next to me, watching with wariness. I could sense her concern vibrating in the air as she came closer and stooped to inspect the boy. She touched the side of his neck. “He’s alive, just.”

        Thank fuck for the nursing profession. I added silent thanks for my mother’s presence. My mum and I were solid. It’d been the two of us forever, so I didn’t have any choice but to be part of the team.

         She drew the boy’s trousers back up as gently and carefully as she could. Okay, yes. Give him some dignity.

        “Come on, we’d better bring him in and call an ambulance. Don’t want him to freeze to death out here.”

       Together we lifted him up. I didn’t expect him to be so heavy. As his body uncoiled, I realised he was probably as tall as me, though his arms and legs were very skinny. He wore only a short-sleeved T-shirt in the wintry frost. His skin was freezing like we were carrying a bag of ice. Awkwardly, we lugged him through the front door and into our warm livingroom.

        We put him down on the couch, and I got a better look at him now. His hair was a bit long, messy and dirty, but it was ash-blond, and his eyelashes were so long they formed halfmoons over his eyes. Well, his eyes were both black and swollen, but I could still make out the pale lashes. His thin arms had puncture marks on them and they were just as bruised as the rest of him. I felt angry with the men who had done this to the boy. Who were they? How could they beat him so badly? What could he have done to deserve this? I didn’t even know why, but I was sure he was a nice guy and he was only my age, so how come these people were so cruel to him?

         I turned to see that Mum was examining him, too, but for a different purpose, her eyes running over every bruise and mark on his body. She lifted his left hand. One of the fingers looked bent.

         “Jay, we’ll have to call an ambulance and the police.” She shook her head.

          “Really? We don’t even know who he is and what happened,” I reasoned. I had my fair share of troubles at school, but I’d never experienced anything this bad. If he was a friend, I wouldn’t like the police involved without knowing more. Even though Mum was white, my dad was Jamaican and I grew up with the black kids in the area and my schoolmates were almost all black, so I didn’t have a particularly strong trust in the police. Despite the fact that I’d just met the boy, I knew he was in trouble and I wanted to protect him.







I’m so glad I took the opportunity to read this book. I’m not familiar with this authors work however I’m definitely a fan. She wrote an amazing and emotional book.  This book deals with topics, such as drug use, addiction, prostitution, finding yourself and acceptance.


We follow Jay and Sasha through a very heartbreaking journey. One that had me glued to my Kindle.  Jay and Sasha meet after a violent event be fell Sasha.  With the help of Jay’s mother they both care for Sasha.


Sasha and Jay develop a bond and Jay is finally able to admit out loud that he his gay.  I loved Jay’s character,  he was caring, trusting and curious.  Sasha has  a rough life one that bought tears to my eyes.  I love that even though they live two completely different life styles they form a bond and love that blends into one.


Sasha is a product of his environment. He is broken, untrusting and self conscious.  While Jay and his mother opened their hearts and home to him, he feels unworthy and inadequate.  He wants so much to do the right thing but in order to survive he gets caught up with numbing his pain and doing dark things to score his next high.


 I was an emotional mess watching Sasha spiral out of control.  Jay and Sasha not only find themselves through out this painful and heart breaking journey, they also get a second chance at life.


I loved this story, it was about unconditional love and how when you find that person there is nothing that can stand in the way.  I was able to get lost in this story, even though at times certain scenes made cringe.  That’s the thing with really good writing,  you get lost and actually find yourself reliving the same things as the characters and this author did that in spades.  This is a very moving and emotional story which I highly recommend.



About The Author


I am a London-based British writer who grew up in the gay village and red light district of Manchester.

I was trained in screenwriting at the University of the Arts London; National Film & Television School and Script Factory, UK. I worked as a film journalist, wrote and produced short films.

I create strong characters and make them heroes in authentic settings and unexpected scenarios.


Deacon’s Law (Heroes #3) by R.J. Scott Release Blitz & Giveaway








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How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?

Undercover cop Deacon Shepherd lost everything trying to maintain his cover – the man he loved and the future he craved. He walked away and never looked back because it was the only way to keep Rafael alive.

The last thing he needs is to be dragged back in that world, but an attempt on Rafael’s life is enough to make him risk his heart again.

Rafael ‘Rafe’ Ramirez wakes up in the hospital, the victim of a hit and run. He’s horrified when the first face he sees is that of the man who betrayed him and left him for dead three years before. Witness protection had stripped Rafe of his family and friends, and now it seems his sacrifice to bring his Uncle to justice was for nothing.

Someone wants Rafe dead, and the only way he can stay alive is to go with the murdering drug dealer who broke his heart. But how can he ever trust Deacon, and how can Deacon protect Rafe without falling in love all over again?








Rafe opened his eyes, attempting to focus on the ceiling above him. He tried to lift his hand, but it felt as if there was lead in his veins, everything heavy and he couldn’t move. They’d told him he was getting better, so what the hell had happened? Had he relapsed? Why was he convinced that they’d taken him somewhere in an ambulance? That he’d leaned against a leather jacket that smelled of sunshine and soap? He blinked until the ceiling finally coalesced into the tiles he was familiar with.

Only there were no tiles.

Instead, the ceiling was a smooth white, and there were no strip lights, just a lampshade in a curious shade of blue. He blinked again. This didn’t make sense.

But when he opened his eyes, nothing had changed. The ceiling was still white, the lampshade blue, and the drapes at the window matched the shade. The drapes. There were drapes at the window. Confusion morphed into panic and he turned his head to the right to get a better feel for where he was and he saw…him.

Sprawled awkwardly in the chair, his head back, long limbs this way and that, clearly too big for the chair, was a specter from a past that wouldn’t leave him alone.


Intense fear sliced into Rafe.

They’d found him, had him strapped to a bed…was it Deacon who’d tracked him down and driven a car at him? He was paralyzed with a fear that made it hard to breathe, and he yanked at his hand, hoping to escape his restraints, only he wasn’t tied down, there was no rope. Instead his hand came up fast and he rolled sideways. Catching himself and coming off the bed, forgetting the fact that his leg was in a cast and toppling sideways, falling with a crash into a cabinet. He flailed but couldn’t stop himself falling, and he knew this was it – this time he was really going to die.

Deacon was up and at his side in an instant, and Rafe wanted to shut his eyes, wanted to block out seeing Deacon’s face again as he died, but he had to watch. He wanted Deacon to see his fear, and maybe that would stop him; maybe he could make Deacon stop and think.

“Shit, Rafe— Craig,” Deacon said, and reached for him, grasping his arms.

Terror became ice inside him, and Rafe stopped fighting; like a deer caught in headlights, he froze.

“What happened?” A second man stood in the doorway, someone Rafe didn’t know – tall, dark and dangerous-looking. Maybe this new arrival could stop Deacon?

“Help me,” Rafe forced out, looking past Deacon, scrambling to stand as the ice melted and he pushed himself to move.

“He woke up, saw me, and fell out of bed,” Deacon said, and the other man came right in. There were two of them, and there was little Rafe could do to get away. There and then, he screwed his eyes shut; nothing was going to save him now.

But there was no pain, no bullet. Instead, the two men helped him to stand, and then he felt the bed at the back of his thighs and they sat him down.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asked. Even with his eyes shut, Rafe recognized his voice. He would never forget the tone of it, or the coldness of the man who’d tried to kill him. He said nothing.

“Open your eyes,” the other man asked.


“Craig? Rafe? My name is Mac. We’re here to help you.”

But fear was choking him and he couldn’t breathe. “No,” he managed between attempts to inhale enough oxygen not to pass out.

“He’s panicking. What the hell did you do, D?”

“Tried to fucking kill him three years ago, remember?”

Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Wicked Beginnings (Wicked Bay #1) By L A Cotton Blog Tour & Review




Wicked Beginnings (Wicked Bay #1)
The first book in a brand new YA/NA crossover series from the author who brought you Chastity Falls
Lo thought moving to Wicked Bay was the worst of her problems, but as life begins to unravel around her, she’s going to find out it’s only the beginning…





“Ugh. Do we have to go in there?” Macey groaned
pausing at the kitchen door.
“Let’s just get it over with.” I raked a hand over
my head just as my cell vibrated. Macey shot me as curious glare as I read the
incoming text.
“I need to take this,” I said flicking my head to
the door. “Go play nice.”
“Jerk,” she mumbled under her breath and
disappeared into the kitchen. My fingers flew across the screen, texting Luke
back. Message sent, I slipped the phone into my pocket.
Gentry collared me the second I joined them. “And this
giant here is Maverick.” His voice was cheery. Light.
What a fucking sham. He clapped me on the back and I
stiffened at the fake display for our new houseguests, his brother and niece.
My eyes landed on the man across the island. The resemblance to Gentry was
uncanny and although it was misdirected, I couldn’t help the flare of anger I
felt at the stranger. And then my gaze slid to his daughter … and fuck …
It couldn’t be.
It could—
I glanced over at Kyle and that motherfucker grinned.
It was her. The girl from the last summer. I remembered … my
body remembered.
Double fuck.
She was different somehow. I saw it as my eyes swept over
her. Long dark hair hanging around her face like a shield. Soft lips. Lips I’d
tasted. But it was her eyes. Guarded and wary, they held a darkness I wanted to
Gentry had warned me to stay away from his niece. Asked me
to play nice, but to leave babysitting duties to Kyle and Summer. What a
fucking irony. He couldn’t have known that I knew her—it was impossible. But
here she was standing in my kitchen. My house. Breathing the same air as me.
Gentry nudged me into action and I stuttered out, “hi,” as I
shirked him off and folded my arms over my chest, a storm of emotions rumbling
in my chest.
How the fuck had this happened?
Me and Stone were going to have serious words later.
Her eyes left mine, raking down my body. Looked like I
wasn’t the only one who remembered. Things just got a whole lot more
complicated. I’d planned to heed Gentry’s warning—to ignore the new girl. Even
if she was family.
A little bit of puke rushed up my throat and I swallowed it
down. She was family. My step cousin and I’d almost … but it was okay. We
hadn’t. And it wasn’t like we were blood-related. It was totally fine. If it
ever did come out—which I’d make sure it never did—it wasn’t like we knew what
we were to one another.
Her blatant appraisal of me continued and I raised an
eyebrow at her when she finally reached my face. The color drained from her
cheeks and she dropped her gaze. And damn if it didn’t sting. When she peeked
back up at me, I schooled my expression. I couldn’t let her see the effect she
was having on me. Not here. Not now.
Not ever, a voice whispered.
She was damaged, broken. She didn’t need me crashing into
her life. And I didn’t need her messing things up for me any more than they
already were. No. We’d just have to forget that night last summer ever
happened. But from the way she was trying not to look at me, and the way my
dick stirred in my shorts, I knew it wasn’t going to be that straightforward.
Gentry cleared his throat, breaking our stand-off. “Now
everyone’s present, I’d just like to say how happy we are to have you both
Her eyes flickered shut. She didn’t want to be here just as
much as I didn’t want her here. This was bad—for everyone. So even though I
remembered—even though I wanted to pick up where we left off all those months
ago—I had to force it down. To ignore it.
I had to stay the fuck away from Eloise Stone.
For all our sakes.











I am an LA Cotton fan so when I saw a new series coming out I said please, thank you and added it to my TBR! Of course she did not let me down with this bad boy.


Eloise (“Lo”) lost her mother and brother in an accident and slowly fell into a downward spiral. Her father decided it was time for a fresh start so they moved from England to California. For the time being they would be living with her uncle and his family until their new house was ready. She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea but she definitely wasn’t expecting two of her step-cousins to be so wicked. Never mind the fact that that one of them just so happens to be the boy she met when she visited Cali last summer. However, the other two are nice to her and she manages to make friends quickly. One boy in particular tends to want more than a friend’s status with her while another one completely gives her the creeps. Lo can also tell something is going on with her father as he’s barely around and when she finally finds out why…sheesh…how much can one girl take in such a short period of time?!


Maverick (“Rick”) is hot, dark and broody. Something has clearly made him that way but we don’t know what it is…yet. When he sees Lo again he acts as if: a. He doesn’t remember her or b. He doesn’t want to. Yet at the same time it’s clear as day he doesn’t want her to be with anyone else either. And when these two are put in the same room you cannot deny the attraction between them. Now whether he wants to entertain that or not is something you will have to find out. You can also tell something is going on with him and Lo’s uncle. Whenever they are near each other the tension is palpable. I know there will be more to this storyline and I can’t wait to delve into it.


So what happens when you throw a new girl into school who has the attention of a few boys and particularly the most popular boy in the school? Said boy who pretty much every girl in school wants especially one in particular. Oh and did I mention secrets? Yes secrets…secrets between friends…secrets in the family. Again I ask you…so what happens?! DRAMA! YES FOLKS DRAMA! LOTS OF IT! SQUEE! Can you tell I’m a fiend for it? Gimme, gimme, gimme!!


I sat down the other night and read this book from front to back. No breaks. You won’t want one either. But then there was an unfortunate truth. I was done! AND NOW I NEED MORE! I am so happy I was lucky enough to receive an ARC from this author however now I’m greedy and I want the next one ASAP! Like right now. STAT! Pronto. Arriba! PLEASE?!!








Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.


The Big D by Brittany Crowley Release Blitz & Review




Title: The Big D
Author: Brittany Crowley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017





All it took was one look into the delivery guy’s sinful brown eyes and I knew I’d regret never seeing him again. I tried tipping him a dollar and
ended up getting a whole lot more than I bargained for.
Imagine my surprise when he comes back. Every. Friday. Night. 
Then in an embarrassing twist of events the Big D’s identity is revealed. He wants a chance and he’s determined to get it. 
But with a crazy ex popping around every corner, money and power standing between us and an embarrassing ‘how we met’ story… what’s a girl supposed to do?








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Oh man The Big D was an absolute stunning read.  The title alone speaks of the many hot and heavy orgasms in this book.  That’s why I loved this book. I loved that there was drama in this book but it had me laughing my ass off so many times.   Some might not like the main characters instant “relationship” but I loved it.


Aggie and the Big D (Grant) come from two different world’s, I know I know we’ve all read the entire poor girl meets rich guy theme before but I swear this was different.   The two of them meet after The Big D delivers Chinese food on a bet. Besides getting her Chinese food, Aggie receives the best orgasm of her life.


Aggie and The Big D had great chemistry and their banter and witty come backs had me hooked.  Jill and Aggies conversations and The Big D’s brothers Trev and Ry were the perfect addition to this great story.  There is some angst, two crazy women and some tears that only added more flavor to an already incredible story.  I don’t want to get too much into the book because I really don’t want to take anything away from you being able to really experience this book. I felt like I was part of this extremely funny and loving story and couldn’t get enough.  This book is a must read and it will have you laughing so hard tears will fall and if you have asthma like me you are going to need that pump. Highly recommend!



Author Bio


Brittany Crowley was born and raised in Massachusetts. She still lives there today with her husband and 3 kids. Getting into the world of romance after she had her first child, she was hooked. Though she had many ideas in her head, Brittany was unsure if she had what it took to become a writer. A few encouraging words and one writing challenge later, she completed her first book. Now you can find her trying to keep up with her crazy kids and writing any chance she gets.



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Slap Shot (Aces Hockey #5) by Kelly Jamieson **Beth’s Review**




My name’s Max Hall, and I need to f***. As a pro hockey player who’s been away from the game for over a year, my libido has picked one hell of an an inconvenient time to come roaring back to life.

After my wife died from a rare form of cancer, sex was the last thing on my mind. Same with hockey, the other love of my life. Now, after fifteen months of eating too much, drinking too much, and generally just feeling sorry for myself, I’m facing a steep uphill battle to get my ass in shape and play my way back onto the Chicago Aces.

So I’m not looking for a relationship. Just sex. Yeah, I know how that makes me sound. But the truth is, I’ll never love another woman the way I loved my wife. When I meet a sexy bridesmaid at my teammate’s wedding, I decide to scratch that itch. A fling with Kendra Armstrong in her posh hotel room could be just what the trainer ordered.

Not only is Kendra smokin’ hot, she’s dynamite in bed—one of the perks of being a sex toy designer. Since she lives in New York anyway, we agree to keep things casual, no strings attached. The arrangement is perfect . . . until one of us falls in love. And it’s not me.






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I am a lover of anything hockey, especially hockey romances and must say that I am really enjoying the Aces Hockey series by this author and the great cast of characters she has created in these stories.  I must say though I would have a hard time choosing a favourite out of them all.


Max is not your typical pro-hockey player where as he has taken time off from hockey after helping care for his dying wife and then taking some time after her death.  Now he is fighting to get back in shape and get his spot back on the Chicago Aces.  He needs to focus on that one thing and not complicate his life with a relationship or love.  Although it’s been a long time and he’s ready to get back in the saddle and find someone to hook up with.  And that’s when he meets Kendra, the hot red at his friends wedding.  The attraction is instant between these two and both are on the same page.  They live in separate places and agree to just something casual and keep in touch.  That grows into more, at least for one of them it does and then things become completely complicated for these two.


I really loved Kendra’s character.  Even though she seemed to attract losers, her character was such a strong female.  She was proud of what she did and wasn’t ashamed that she was a sex toy designed and that she loved sex.  I really enjoyed max’s character.  Even though he was a bit of your typical hockey jock, he was also sweet and caring.


I really liked the dynamic of the story the author built.  I will say going into this one I didn’t really know what to expect as Max was just getting over the loss of his wife and struggling to get back his hockey career.  I wasn’t sure if the storyline of his wife’s death might make this one a little bit of a heavy read but I must say I was pleasantly surprised.  This one did have a few sad moments for me but for the majority of the book it was fun and very flirty at times.  I really enjoyed the banter between Max and Kendra whether it was via text or an actual conversation.


Overall this was a sweet enjoyable read that  I enjoyed.  It had some really great hot parts, how could it not with Kendra being a sex toy designer and had some really great fun and flirty parts.  I also loved that it had a bit of hockey action added in.  This was a great read and can be read as a stand alone but must say, it is enjoyed much more reading as a series.




About the Author


2771724Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that’s sweet. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at


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Crave: Part Two by E.K. Blair Release Blitz



Title: Crave: Part Two
Series: Crave Duet #2
Author: E.K. Blair
Genre: New Adult Romance/Coming of Age
Release Date: October 16, 2017







Weeks became months, and months became years. Each day nudged Kason deeper into his addiction. Each memory of the girl destroyed fed the craving for what he could never have again. 

Leaving a life-altering first love behind, Adaline tried moving forward to find love and trust and happiness. Pain eventually faded, wounds slowly healed, yet scars were forever left behind.
But some scars feel like kisses.When the shattered pieces of their hearts are forced to meet again, the two of
them must decide how much pain their love is worth enduring.This is what happens when one person loves beyond the craving and the other
craves beyond the loving.







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In Crave: Part One, a couple of my issues were that I needed more of Adaline and Kason’s relationship as an actual couple and more of Kason’s sex addiction.  This book definitely gave me what I needed in that aspect.  You delve a lot more into just how bad Kason’s addiction is/was.  We also get glimpses of how Ady and Kason were before the end of book 1.  


With that being said, it’s going to be hard for me to tell you how I really feel without giving direct spoilers so I’m going to try to sum this up nicely.  As a mother of four, two being girls, some of Adaline’s (and even her mother’s) decisions in regards to the rape were hard for me to read.  I felt very disappointed in her (them).  I am sure that many women suffer in the same way as she did but this is also a book and I think that there could have been a stronger message in it.  Also the way she treated Kason after it, especially after she made him open up to her and all the promises and declarations of love that were made…I just can’t.  This book was hard for me to rate because the writing was good.  However, the storyline just wasn’t for me.



Author Bio
E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her dynamic and intense writing style. Noted for her ability to create fleshed-out characters that will evoke a realm of reactions, you can be assured that her stories will linger with you far beyond the last word.
A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.
Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. She’s a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.
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Shiver by Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine ** RELEASE BLITZ **



SHIVER, an all-new dark and sexy MM standalone from Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine is LIVE!


Title: Shiver

Cover Designer: Hang Le

Publication Date: October 15th

Wide-eyed and innocent, you stumbled into my world, never knowing the danger that lurked within. The Wolfe’s Den is no place for a little lamb, but you came anyway, and from the moment you stepped inside, you were mine.

In my life there are no happy accidents. Every move is carefully orchestrated. Every situation premeditated. That’s what makes the hunt so intoxicating.

What you need, I become.

What you crave, I will give.

Except the one thing you desire above all else—love.

Everything I told you is true—I’m not a good man, but you choose what you want to hear.

You shouldn’t have come that night. Maybe then you’d be safe. But it’s too late now.

I want you because you remind me of him. I need you to give me back what I lost.


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Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.


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Brooke Blaine is a USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary romance that ranges from comedy to suspense to erotic. The latter has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts.

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Bitten By Desire (Regent’s Park Pack #3) by Annabelle Jacobs Release Blitz & Giveaway






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Two lovers from rival packs. Have they come together only to be forced apart?

Alec Knight, a beta in the Regent’s Park pack, guards his heart carefully. Ghosts from his past keep him alone and angry, any hope of a relationship impossible while guilt from the pack wars still haunts him. With the anniversary drawing near, Alec needs a distraction.

As a lowly member of the Primrose Hill pack, Mark Appleton isn’t used to having his alpha’s attention. Lately he’s had more than his fair share, and not for the right reasons. Despite growing suspicions that all is not well, Mark tries hard to do better, but constant criticism leaves him desperate for a stress outlet.

Sex is a good way for shifters to let off steam, and while their packs attack each other with accusations and lies, Alec and Mark work out their frustrations in bed. Pillow talk and shared secrets lead to a closeness neither was expecting, but when pack relations reach an all-time low, any future for them seems out of the question.

If they want to be together, they’ll have to go against their alphas’ wishes—except Alec won’t and Mark can’t.







Mark’s scent might have been lost to him before, but standing this close to him, Alec had no trouble picking it out—a light citrusy undertone to the spicy edge he’d detected earlier with just a hint of the tequila working its way out of his system. Even with the alcohol, he smelled good.

Alec took a deep breath in, not bothering to be subtle about it. Might as well put the offer out there. He wasn’t in the mood for games tonight. Maybe he hadn’t consciously gone in there with the intent of hooking up with Mark, but he liked what he saw. Dark hair and blue-green eyes had always done it for him.

It was a bad idea; the worst one Alec had had in a while probably. But like it had done on the street outside, Mark’s scent stirred Alec’s interest, making his wolf perk up and take notice. He didn’t always get that with people he fucked. When it happened, it boded well for the night ahead.

And it was just sex, right? After Cam’s accusations, Alec couldn’t make relations between their packs any worse. Cam might disagree, but Alec needed to get all this tension out of his system if he was to be any use to his alpha over the next few days. And both he and his wolf had decided on Mark.



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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

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We Met In Death by K.A. Merikan Release Blitz & Giveaway







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Length: 90,000 words approx.
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“This is not the night you die.”

After years of working for a loan shark, Robert is done with blood and violence. All he has to show for it is a bag of money and a lifetime of regrets. There’s no other way out of his line of work than in a body bag.

So Robert decides to die.

But on the night he chooses to seal his own fate, destiny offers him a chance at redemption. When Robert saves a handsome young escort from a terrible death, he has no idea he is setting in motion much more than one last attempt at proving that inside the hardened shell, he is a decent human being.

Charming, quick-witted, and full of smiles, Nathan is all Robert could dream of. He’s also ready to fall into the arms of his gruff protector. Robert, on the other hand, has never been with a man and will first need to fight his own demons if he is to accept that his whole being wants to make Nathan his.

With his former boss hunting them both, time is ticking, and Robert might just not get the chance to decide before it’s too late. More importantly though, Robert will stop at nothing to protect the man who’s made him feel alive again, the man who is the only thing between him and the abyss.

“I never had to think much about death before, but I did yesterday. I thought I would die. In a hole. Covered with dirt. Suffocate underground. But then you saved me.”

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, torture, mentions of suicide, offensive language, morally ambiguous characters, homophobia and homophobic language.








Robert slowly lowered himself next to the man and watched the thick fabric move with the hurried rhythm of his breath. “How much do you owe Vogel?” He’d seen so many people in this position before that in Robert’s mind this guy was somehow melting into a collection of them all.

The fabric pulled close to the stranger’s face, making his nose poke at it. “If anything, he owes me! I did what he asked of me. I don’t belong here. It’s all lies!”

“What does that even mean?” Robert asked and nudged the body. His tongue was dry, and he groaned when he realized the bottle was now out of reach. How could this night have gone off the rails so rapidly?

Nathan went quiet for long moment. “Have you ever seen Spartacus? You know, the gladiator TV show?”

Robert frowned, thrown aback. “Are you drunk?”

“No! No… I’ve been sober for a while now.” To Robert’s surprise, Nathan crawled a bit closer in his direction, so dangerously close to the hole that Robert had to stand in his way. “It’s just that there’s this one gladiator there, and if you’ve seen the show, I was wondering if you thought he was gay or bi. I promise this is going somewhere.”

Robert rubbed his flushed face, kneading the flesh and letting his scruff scratch his palms. “Are you trying to tell me you’re gay? Yeah, because this is very important right now.”

Nathan inhaled a deep breath. “I… it’s just that it’s my only fault here, you know? I mean, if you don’t want anyone to know you’re gay, don’t put your dick in a man, right?”

Robert rolled his eyes and pulled out a switchblade. It was dark, and he wasn’t in the mood to look for the zipper. The sleeping bag would join Robert’s former colleagues under the dirt.

He lost balance, falling to his knees instead of just leaning down. Grabbing a handful of the thick fabric, he tore a hole in the sleeping bag. “You propositioned one of Vogel’s men?”

“No! He was the one doing the propositioning! I stayed at his lakeside villa for a week! I thought we’d have a good thing going, that he liked me. And then he flipped and turned into a murdering psycho!” Big blue eyes looked up at Robert from the opening he just created. Pretty like a doll, but the dry blood marring the pale skin under Nathan’s nose reminded Robert that the young man was most definitely made of flesh and bone. His lips were swollen under the red smear, but that didn’t make Nathan any less attractive. If anything, their plumpness made Robert want to lick, nip, and part them with his fingers. Nathan’s cheekbones were the kind you were more likely to see in a magazine than in real life, and the slight dimples to the sides of his lips suggested he used to smile a lot before whatever got him here.

He was a toy thrown away by someone who got tired of playing with it, but it was hard for Robert to imagine how anyone could toss such a gem into the dirt. If this boy were his, he’d—What? What would he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Because Nathan wasn’t the kind of toy Robert was allowed to have. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and his self-control never slipped.

Robert tore the bag with a strong tug to both sides of the cut and offered Nathan his hand. In the blurry light, and looking back into the incredible blue of Nathan’s eyes, it almost felt as if he were the one begging for Nathan’s attention.


K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes Merikan, a team of writers, who are taken for sisters with surprising regularity. Kat’s the mean sergeant and survival specialist of the duo, never hesitating to kick Agnes’s ass when she’s slacking off. Her memory works like an easy-access catalogue, which allows her to keep up with both book details and social media. Also works as the emergency GPS. Agnes is the Merikan nitpicker, usually found busy with formatting and research. Her attention tends to be scattered, and despite pushing thirty, she needs to apply makeup to buy alcohol. Self-proclaimed queen of the roads.

They love the weird and wonderful, stepping out of the box, and bending stereotypes both in life and books. When you pick up a Merikan book, there’s one thing you can be sure of – it will be full of surprises.




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Can’t Walk Away by Sandy James Release Day Blitz, Review & Giveaway




CAN’T WALK AWAY by Sandy James (October 10, 2017; Forever Yours eBook; $3.99; Nashville Dreams Series Book 1)


In Nashville the stars shine a little brighter, songs sound a little sweeter, and love lasts a lifetime.


Young, rich, and better looking than a man has a right to be, successful songwriter Brad “Hitman” Maxwell was once Nashville’s biggest celebrity.  Then a heartbreaking loss and a shocking betrayal caused his light to go out.  Now, instead of pouring his soul into song, he pours beers at Words & Music.  His bar is the perfect escape—a place to forget his past—until the night she takes the stage…


Savannah Wolf used to dream of becoming Nashville’s hottest star.  Now, as a young single mom, she dreams of a steady income and being home to tuck her daughter into bed.  So when Brad Maxwell offers her the gig of a lifetime—playing as the headliner at Words & Music—Savannah discovers the best of both worlds.  And she refuses to ruin this opportunity by falling for her sexy boss.  Except that Brad suddenly starts writing music again…music inspired by her.



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By the fifth take, Brad was losing his patience.

Had he been wrong in thinking Savannah was something special, something new? He sure as hell didn’t think so.

Then why couldn’t he get her to sing with the passion she’d shown back at Words & Music?

Maybe it was the song. “That Smile” was his first attempt at writing in a long time. Perhaps it wasn’t up to snuff?

No. When Brad had heard Savannah sing it earlier, he’d known he’d written a strong song with a good melody and a catchy beat.

Something was clearly blocking her talent.

“I’m sorry, Brad.” She dropped the headphones from her ears to let them rest around her neck. Then, head bowed, she started shuffling through the sheet music.

He’d never seen her look defeated before, and he didn’t like it. This wasn’t the Savannah who’d been his muse. This wasn’t the woman who brought back his music.

This was…a disaster.

But why?

He watched her closely, trying to find some telltale clue as to what was going on today that had robbed Savannah of the passion and talent he’d counted on. Her hair was braided, the braid an eclectic mixture of blond and blue. A blush tinted her cheeks, and he could hear her nervousness through the quaver in her voice, especially in the last notes of her fifth recording.

Something was definitely wrong, and he was going to have to find a way to fix it. But he couldn’t do that from another room. Even though he could see her, something told him she needed something more personal. Unsure of whether being closer to her would make a difference, he figured it was worth a shot.

Brad started a new recording so he could capture the song if he was able to help her, pushed himself away from the console, and headed to the recording booth with his remote control in his pocket. He pulled the door open and stepped inside.

Savannah glanced up from the music, offering him a wan smile that made his frustration evaporate. She knew something was wrong, too. Maybe if they put their heads together, they could get back the magic.

After pulling a stool beside hers, he sat. Then he gently took off her headphones, plucked the pages from her hands, and placed them back on the music stand. She let her eyes meet his, and he could see her concern.

“We’re going do things a little differently this time,” Brad said, keeping his voice low.

“We are?”

He nodded and scooted closer. Then he wrapped his hand around one of hers. “You’re not going to think about recording.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope. This time you’re just going to sing to me. That’s all.”

Her whole body relaxed, and Brad had to fight the desire to smile.

“Sing to me, Savannah. Just to me. Okay?”

She nodded, and before she could get a chance to think about what he was doing, he pulled a remote from his pocket and began the music playback so that it echoed through the room.

The notes of the intro flowed around them, and he kept her grounded by not allowing her to glance away. When she opened her mouth to sing, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and offered her an encouraging smile.

And sing she did. Each delightful note came from deep inside her, and he found himself caught in some kind of spell, the same type she’d woven around him back at Words & Music. He hung on each rise and fall of that delicious voice until the last note echoed through the booth.

The song might have ended, but not the magic. Brad found himself leaning closer, his eyes fixed on her soft, pink mouth. Desire ripped through him as she mimicked his action, drawing ever so slowly closer until he could feel the sweet heat of her breath against his face.

With a groan of surrender, he captured her mouth with his own, giving her no warning as his tongue swept deep inside.

Savannah nearly knocked over her stool when she rose to thread her arms around his neck. She was such a little bit of a thing that he could stay seated and draw her between his outstretched legs without interrupting the kiss. As she moved closer, Brad wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hard against him.

The kiss turned ravenous, and he realized that he was done fighting this attraction.




This is the perfect book about love and second chances.  It’s a book that makes you believe in love again and if you are a music lover it gives you everything and more.

Brad Maxwell is a hit song writer in the country music industry however with the lost of his wife and the reality of the marriage Brad loses what made him the “The Hitman” . He, however, still stays connected to the music scene thru his bar he has with his friends.  This is also where he is introduced to Savanna Wolf.  Savanna is a server at the bar who takes the stage and instantly sparks the flame that has been out inside Brad.  The minute these two start working together their chemistry is undeniable and their story takes off.  For me this was almost too quick of read and there is absolutely insta love even considering both of their backgrounds, which normally would turn me off but with her being Brad’s muse it works.  My only true issue with this story was her bitter ex who I can only explain as beyond asshole even knowing the back story.  Bottom line he still made me say really?!  What I adored about this story was the use of secondary characters and how easy they were to connect to.  I loved them almost as much as Savanna and Brad.  In fact, I am really hoping for two other stories especially Ethan who completely stole my heart.  Overall if you are looking for a sweet, easy to fall, second chance love story this is the book I would recommend!!



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Sandy James lives in a quiet suburb of Indianapolis and is a high school psychology teacher.  She owns a small stable of harness racehorses and enjoys spending time at Hoosier Park racetrack.  She has been an Amazon #1 Bestseller multiple times and has won numerous awards including two HOLT Medallions.



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