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Review Tour: Another Five Minutes by Destiny Booze

 

Another Five Minutes
by Destiny Booze

 

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GENRE: Romantic Suspense

 

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BLURB:

 

Loving him is easy.

 

Fearing him is necessary.

 

Trusting him could be a deadly mistake.

 

Born deaf and living with an anxiety disorder, Brooke Hartley manages life in five-minute intervals. It’s all she can do to get out of bed each morning. She’s hidden inside her sister’s apartment for over a year.

 

Everything changes when Brooke’s sister goes missing. Her fragile world crashes. She is desperate to find her, and she’ll need help.

 

Haunted by a past he needs to forget, Scott Derrico keeps to himself until his gallery manager, Autumn Hartley, suddenly disappears. He is forced out of his isolation to help a woman that needs him with a terrifying intensity.

 

Scott tries to deny his attraction to Brooke. He doesn’t want to get emotionally involved but he craves her like nothing else. And, for her, he is a dark and sexy diversion to overcome her fear.

 

With a genuinely flawed and relatable heroine and a mysterious and protective hero, you won’t want this love story to end. You’ll beg…for another five minutes…

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Brooke turned back to Scott, making a clawing motion and scrunching up her face in the most adorable look ever. He wasn’t sure what she was saying to him, but he thought he understood the gist of it. “Everyone says my paintings are too dark.”

 

She shook her head and reached for his hand. She wrote, A.N.G.R.Y.

 

“True,” he offered.

 

She turned the tables on him, staring hard. It was only fair since he’d been staring at her all day. She gestured out of the room with a shrug.

 

“No, the one in the living room isn’t angry,” he said, but he wasn’t going to talk about that. Trying to distract her, he moved forward, closer than what was comfortable between acquaintances. He wanted to get her mind on something other than asking about that painting.

 

“I guess I paint what I feel at the time. Do you want to know what I would paint right now?”

 

Looking nervous, she didn’t answer. He could see her chest rise and fall as her breathing came quicker, and he liked it.

 

He should have left her alone. He’d brought her here to protect her, to make her feel comfortable. But, he couldn’t make himself do the right thing. Instead, he moved in even closer, reached for her hair, and pulled out the band holding it back in a ponytail. It fell to her waist, and he fanned it out, loving the feel of the silky texture sliding through his fingers.

 

Her eyes went wide open, and he heard her next breath come out in a rush.

 

“I would paint you.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Destiny Booze is an interesting name, true? Destiny’s mom found her first name in a romance book. Her last name was a gift from the man she loves.

 

She writes novels with intense conflicts, ongoing suspense, romance, and happy endings. She grew up at a campground where she spent her summers working long hours mowing, cleaning bathrooms, lifeguarding, and leading activities.

 

Destiny resides in Botetourt County, Virginia where she strives to be the best wife, mother, and writer that she can be. Her family is always priority number one. Other things of great importance to her are friends and her readers!

 

Follow Destiny on Amazon, Facebook, Twitter @destinybooze, or her website www.destinybooze.com. Go to her website and sign up for her mailing list for updates on book releases and book giveaways.

 

https://www.amazon.com/Destiny-Booze/e/B002BMHNNW/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1426024541&sr=8-1

 

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Destiny-Booze/152893818389

 

Buy link:


https://www.amazon.com/Another-Five-Minutes-Destiny-Booze-ebook/dp/B07FLJ949F/

 

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GIVEAWAY

 

Destiny Booze will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

Rafflecopter:


http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2766/

 

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Link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1786384/wonderful-characters-kept-me-turning-the-pages

 

 

The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo release day
The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo release day

The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne is here!!!

Valkyries, Pegasus, and a broken human, such an entertaining story.

With This Heart (With These Wings #2) - Red L. Jameson
I enjoyed this story and the world written on the pages. The pairing of Adala and Aaron was great. Two beings with such terrible pasts, able to heal each other and find love. The intrigue building around them adds more spice to the tale, and I look forward to reading more. I recommend this story.

I received an ARC through Goddessfish Promotions, and this is my unsolicited review.
 
 

 

Wonderful characters, kept me turning the pages.

Another Five Minutes - Destiny Booze

This story caught me and would not let go! The instant attraction between Brooke and Scott was great but not the only pull in this story. I had to know what happened, who did it, and could not stop turning pages. I loved how Brooke's deafness did not stop any of the story, love, danger, etc. keep her from doing things. Scott's instant protectiveness made him a wonderful counterpart. From Brooke's past tragedies to the current situation, I enjoyed the entire package. I highly recommend this story.

I received an ARC of this story through Goddessfish Promotions, and this is my unsolicited review.

The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne coming soon
The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne coming soon

Loved this story!!!! Releases tomorrow!!

Love overcomes tragedy, helps move on. Enjoyed this journey.

London's Wicked Affair - Anabelle Bryant

Lunden was such a broken man. My heart went out to him. He needed to find out that love may hurt but was a necessity. I loved Amelia's determination to find her own husband and to torment her brother somewhat for his choices for her. Her views were based on what she saw around her, including the bad. Amelia and Lunden connected so strongly, but neither recognized it for what it was. The secondary characters also need healing and made the story that much better. I look forward to Matthew and Charlotte finding their respective HEAs (hopefully they will come). I recommend this story, and I look forward to more in this series.

I received an ARC of this story through Netgalley, and it is also a Book Obsessed Chicks Review Team selection. This is my unsolicited review.

Blog Tour: The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne

 

THE DUKE WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO
Victorian Rebels (Volume 6)
Kerrigan Byrne
St. Martin's Paperbacks

 

$7.99
Pub Date: 08/28/2018
ISBN: 9781250122568
384 Pages

 

Summary:

The bravest of heroes. The brashest of rebels. The boldest of lovers. These are the men who risk their hearts and their souls—for the passionate women who dare to love them…

He is known only as The Rook. A man with no name, no past, no memories. He awakens in a mass grave, a magnificent dragon tattoo on his muscled forearm the sole clue to his mysterious origins. His only hope for survival—and salvation—lies in the deep, fiery eyes of the beautiful stranger who finds him. Who nurses him back to health. And who calms the restless demons in his soul…

A LEGENDARY LOVE

Lorelei will never forget the night she rescued the broken dark angel in the woods, a devilishly handsome man who haunts her dreams to this day. Crippled as a child, she devoted herself to healing the poor tortured man. And when he left, he took a piece of her heart with him. Now, after all these years, The Rook has returned. Like a phantom, he sweeps back into her life and avenges those who wronged her. But can she trust a man who’s been branded a rebel, a thief, and a killer? And can she trust herself to resist him when he takes her in his arms?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

CHAPTER ONE


If Lorelai Weatherstoke hadn’t been appreciating the storm out the carriage window, she’d have missed the naked corpse beneath the ancient ash tree.

“Father, look!” She seized Lord Southbourne’s thin wrist, but a barrage of visual stimuli overwhelmed her, paralyzing her tongue.

In all her fourteen years, she’d never seen a naked man, let alone a deceased one.

He lay facedown, strong arms reached over his head as though he’d been trying to swim through the shallow grass lining the road. Ghastly dark bruises covered what little flesh was visible beneath the blood. He was all mounds and cords, his long body different from hers in every way a person could be.

Her heart squeezed, and she fought to find her voice as the carriage trundled past. The poor man must be cold, she worried, then castigated herself for such an absurd thought.

The dead became one with the cold. She’d learned that by kissing her mother’s forehead before they closed her casket forever.

“What is it, duck?” Her father may have been an earl, but the Weatherstokes were gentry of reduced circumstances, and didn’t spend enough time in London to escape the Essex accent.

Lorelai had not missed the dialect while at school in Mayfair, and it had been the first thing she’d rid herself of in favor of a more proper London inflection. In this case, however, it was Lord Southbourne’s words, more than his accent, that caused her to flinch.

As cruel as the girls could be at Braithwaite’s Boarding School, none of their taunts had made her feel quite so hollow as the one her own family bestowed upon her.

Duck.

“I-it’s a man,” she stammered. “A corp—” Oh no, had he just moved, or had she imagined it? Squinting through the downpour, she pressed her face to the window in time to see battered knuckles clenching the grass, and straining arms pulling the heavy body forward.

“Stop,” she wheezed, overtaken by tremors. “Stop the carriage!”

“What’s bunched your garters, then?” Sneering across from her, Mortimer, her elder brother, brushed aside the drapes at his window. “Blimey! There’s a bleedin’ corpse by the road.” Three powerful strikes on the roof of the coach prompted the driver to stop.

“He’s alive!” Lorelai exclaimed, pawing at the door handle. “I swear he moved. We have to help him.”

“I thought that fancy, expensive school was supposed to make you less of an idiot, Duck.” Mortimer’s heavy brows barely separated on a good day and met to create one thick line when he adopted the expression of disdainful scorn he reserved solely for her. “What’s a cripple like you going to do in the mud?”

“We should probably drive through to Brentwood,” Lord Southbourne suggested diplomatically. “We can send back an ambulance to fetch him.”

“He’ll need an undertaker by then,” Lorelai pleaded. “We must save him, mustn’t we?”

“I’ve never seen so much blood.” It was morbid fascination rather than pity darkening her brother’s eyes. “I’m going out there.”

“I’m coming with you.”

A cruel hand smacked Lorelai out of the way, and shoved her back against the faded brocade velvet of her seat. “You’ll stay with Father. I’ll take the driver.”

As usual, Lord Robert Weatherstoke said and did nothing to contradict his only son as Mortimer leaped from the coach and slammed the door behind him.

Lorelai barely blamed her passive father anymore. Mortimer was so much larger than him these days, and ever so much crueler.

She had to adjust her throbbing leg to see the men making their way through the gray of the early-evening deluge. Just enough remained of daylight to delineate color variations.

The unfortunate man was a large smudge of gore against the verdant spring ground cover. Upon Mortimer and the driver’s approach, he curled in upon himself not unlike a salted snail. Only he had no shell to protect his beaten body.

Lorelai swallowed profusely in a vain attempt to keep her heart from escaping through her throat as the man was hoisted aloft, each arm yoked like an ox’s burden behind a proffered neck. Even though Mortimer was the tallest man she knew, the stranger’s feet dragged in the mud. His head lolled below his shoulders, so she couldn’t get a good look at his face to ascertain his level of consciousness.

Other parts of him, though, she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from.

She did her best not to look between his legs, and mostly succeeded. At a time like this, modesty hardly mattered, but she figured the poor soul deserved whatever dignity she could allow him.

That is to say, she only peeked twice before wrenching her eyes upward.

The muscles winging from his back beneath where his arms spread were ugly shades of darkness painted by trauma. The ripples of his ribs were purple on his left side, and red on the other. Blunt bruises interrupted the symmetrical ridges of his stomach, as though he’d been kicked or struck repeatedly. As they dragged him closer, what she’d feared had been blood became something infinitely worse.

It was as though his flesh had been chewed away, but by something with no teeth. The plentiful meat of his shoulder and chest, his torso, hips, and down his thigh were grotesquely visible.

Burns, maybe?

“Good God, how is he still alive?” The awe in her father’s voice reminded her of his presence as they scurried to open the carriage door and help drag the man inside. It took the four of them to manage it.

“He won’t be unless we hurry.” The driver tucked the man’s long, long legs inside, resting his knees against the seat. “I fear he won’t last the few miles to Brentwood.”

Ripping her cloak off, Lorelai spread it over the shuddering body on the floor. “We must do what we can,” she insisted. “Is there a doctor in Brentwood?”

“Aye, and a good one.”

“Please take us there without delay.”

“O’course, miss.” He secured the door and leaped into his seat, whipping the team of fresh horses into a gallop.

As they lurched forward, the most pitiful sound she’d ever heard burst from the injured man’s lips, which flaked with white. His big arm flailed from beneath the cloak to protect his face, in a gesture that tore Lorelai’s heart out of her chest.

The burn scored the sinew of his neck and up his jaw to his cheekbone.

Pangs of sympathy slashed at her own skin, and drew her muscles taut with strain. Lorelai blinked a sheen of tears away, and cleared emotion out of her tight throat with a husky sound she’d made to soothe many a wounded animal on the Black Water Estuary.

His breaths became shallower, his skin paler beneath the bruises.

He was dying.

Without thinking, she slid a hand out of her glove, and gently pressed her palm to his, allowing her fingers to wrap around his hand one by one.

“Don’t go,” she urged. “Stay here. With me.”

His rough, filthy hand gripped her with such strength, the pain of it stole her breath. His face turned toward her, though his eyes remained closed.

Still, it heartened her, this evidence of awareness. Perhaps, on some level, she could comfort him.

“You’re going to be all right,” she crooned.

“Don’t lie to the poor bastard.” Mortimer’s lip curled in disgust. “He’s no goose with a defective wing, or a three-legged cat, like the strays you’re always harboring. Like as not he’s too broken to be put back together with a bandage, a meal, and one of your warbling songs. He’s going to die, Lorelai.”

“You don’t know that,” she said more sharply than she’d intended, and received a sharp slap for her lapse in wariness.

“And you don’t know what I’ll do to you if you speak to me in that tone again.”

Most girls would look to their fathers for protection, but Lorelai had learned long ago that protection was something upon which she could never rely.

Her cheek stinging, Lorelai lowered her eyes. Mortimer would take it as a sign of submission, but she only did it to hide her anger. She’d learned by now to take care around him in times of high stress, or excitement. It had been her folly to forget … because she knew exactly what he was capable of. The pinch of her patient’s strong grip was nothing next to what she’d experienced at the hands of her brother on any given month.

Ignoring the aching throb in her foot, Lorelai dismissed Mortimer, leaning down instead to stroke a dripping lock of midnight hair away from an eye so swollen, he’d not have been able to open it were he awake.

Across from her, Mortimer leaned in, as well, ostensibly studying the man on the floor with equal parts intrigue and disgust. “Wonder what happened to the sod. I haven’t seen a beating like this in all my years.”

Lorelai schooled a level expression from her face at the reference to his many perceived years. He was all of twenty, and the only violence he witnessed outside of sport, he perpetrated himself.

“Brigands, you suspect?” Sir Robert fretted from beside her, checking the gathering darkness for villains.

“Entirely possible,” Mortimer said flippantly. “Or maybe he is one. We are disturbingly close to Gallows Corner.”

“Mortimer,” their father wheezed. “Tell me you haven’t pulled a criminal into my coach. What would people say?”

The Weatherstoke crest bore the motto Fortunam maris, “fortune from the sea,” but if anyone had asked Lorelai what it was, she’d have replied, Quid dicam homines? “What would people say?”

It had been her father’s favorite invocation—and his greatest fear—for as long as she could remember.

Lorelai opened her mouth to protest, but her brother beat her to it, a speculative glint turning his eyes the color of royal sapphires. “If I’d hazard a guess, it would be that this assault was personal. A fellow doesn’t go to the trouble to inflict this sort of damage lest his aim is retribution or death. Perhaps he’s a gentleman with gambling debts run afoul of a syndicate. Or, maybe a few locals caught him deflowering their sister … though they left those parts intact, didn’t they, Duck?” His sly expression told Lorelai that he’d caught her looking where she ought not to.

Blushing painfully, she could no longer bring herself to meet Mortimer’s cruel eyes. They were the only trait Lorelai shared with her brother. Her father called them the Weatherstoke jewels. She actively hated looking in the mirror and seeing Mortimer’s eyes staring back at her.

Instead, she inspected the filthy nails of the hand engulfing her own. The poor man’s entire palm was one big callus against hers. The skin on his knuckles, tough as an old shoe, had broken open with devastating impact.

Whatever had happened to him, he’d fought back.

“He’s no gentleman,” she observed. “Too many calluses. A local farmhand, perhaps, or a stable master?” It didn’t strain the imagination to envision these hands gripping the rope of an erstwhile stallion. Large, magnificent beasts pitting their strength one against the other.

“More like stable boy,” Mortimer snorted. “I’d wager my inheritance he’s younger than me.”

“How can you tell?” With his features beyond recognition, Lorelai was at a loss as to the man’s age. No gray streaked his midnight hair, nor did lines bracket his swollen lips, so she knew he couldn’t be old, but beyond that …

“He’s not possessed of enough body hair for a man long grown.”

“But he’s so big,” she reasoned. “And his chest appears to have been badly burned, the hair might have singed right off.”

“I’m not referring to his chest, you dull-wit, but to his coc—”

“Mortimer, please.”

Lorelai winced. It was as close to a reprimand as her father ever ventured. Mortimer must have been very wicked, indeed. It was just her luck that he did so on perhaps the first occasion Lorelai had actually wanted her brother to finish a sentence.

A rut in the road jostled them with such force at their frantic pace, Lorelai nearly landed on the injured man. His chest heaved a scream into his throat, but it only escaped as a piteous, gurgling groan.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whimpered. Dropping to her knees, she hovered above him, the fingers of her free hand fluttering over his quaking form, looking for a place to land that wouldn’t cause him pain.

She could find none. He was one massive wound.

A tear splashed from her eye and disappeared into the crease between his fingers.

“Duck, perhaps it’s best you take your seat.” Her father’s jowly voice reminded her of steam wheezing from a teakettle before it’s gathered enough strength to whistle. “It isn’t seemly for a girl of your standing to be thus prostrated on the floor.”

With a sigh, she did her best to get her good foot beneath her, reaching for the plush golden velvet of the seat to push herself back into it.

An insistent tug on her arm tested the limits of her shoulder socket, forcing her to catch herself once more.

“Lorelai, I said sit,” Lord Southbourne blustered.

“I can’t,” she gasped incredulously. “He won’t let me go.”

“What’s this, then?” Mortimer wiped some of the mud away from the straining cords of the man’s forearm, uncovering an even darker smudge beneath. As he cleared it, a picture began to take shape, the artful angles and curves both intriguing and sinister until mottled, injured skin ruptured the rendering. “Was it a bird of some kind? A serpent?”

“No.” Lorelai shook her head, studying the confusion of shapes intently. “It’s a dragon.”


Copyright © 2018 by Kerrigan Byrne

 

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Whether she’s writing about Celtic Druids, Victorian bad boys, or brash Irish FBI Agents, Kerrigan Byrne uses her borderline-obsessive passion for history, her extensive Celtic ancestry, and her love of Shakespeare in every book. She lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her handsome husband and three lovely teenage girls, but dreams of settling on the Pacific Coast. Her Victorian Rebels novels include The Highwayman and The Highlander.

 

Social Links:

 

Author Website: http://www.kerriganbyrne.com/

 

Twitter: @Kerrigan_Byrne

 

Facebook: @KerriganByrneAuthor

 

Instagram: @KerriganByrne

 

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Books-a-Million

IndieBound

Powells

 

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Link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1784559/story-shrouded-in-darkness-just-the-way-kerrigan-byrne-can-do-it-so-well

 

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Blog Tour: Never Give Up On Love by Maggie Mundy

 

Never Give Up on Love
by Maggie Mundy

 

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GENRE: Fantasy Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

In 1847 London, Vincent is turned by a vampire with tainted blood. His future will be one where he keeps humans safe but can never find love.

 

Vincent’s eternal life changed on the day the sun burned into him, and he thought he would die. Instead, he was saved by the shade of a mystical tree. Beneath its branches, he dreamed of a woman in the future who would be waiting for him.

 

In modern-day Bath, Adele is a photographer by day and a vampire hunter by night. How will she cope when she realizes the man she has fallen in love with is what she has been trained to kill?


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EXCERPT:

 

Adele clipped another stake onto her belt, just in case. As she got closer, Adele saw a man at the base of the tree. She couldn’t make out his face with the way he angled his body away from her.

 

He groaned as if in pain as the lights around the tree intensified. It must be a power surge or something she supposed. Maybe the poor guy was being electrocuted. She tried to remember her first aid.

 

“Are you hurt?” She called out. The man didn’t react and then the branches came down and covered him. That was weird. It was like the tree was alive or something. She didn’t want to leave someone hurt and in need of help and moved the branches aside. The guy was gone. She really was losing the plot. Maybe she had imagined him. As Adele moved away from the tree, she heard a whisper.

 

“Trust me, Adele. He will find you when you need him.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

I live in Adelaide, Australia with my husband, two cats, two dogs and a snake. I have a motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the beach and listening to the waves. I've always loved reading all forms of speculative fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to horror and decided the stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on medication. Unlike many I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few years back. I started off doing a degree in Drama but soon realized my love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer. My day job is as a nurse in the operating room which helps with research for my gory scenes. I believe romance can be fun to read and write but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes with the worlds of mythical creatures where the rules can be broken.

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Maggie Mundy will be awarding a $5 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

Rafflecopter:

 

 

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2619/

 

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Link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1785171/great-read-for-me-steamy-love-scenes-fated-lovers-hard-to-put-down

 

Great read for me, steamy love scenes, fated lovers, hard to put down.

Never Give up on Love - Maggie Mundy

This story kept me wanting to read. Vincent and Adele, opposites to each other, made a great couple with a little paranormal help. The attraction was so strong, and their love gave them more strength. Adele was an independent woman who loved her job, and Vincent was determined to have his heart's desire. The steam rose when they came together, and I loved that part of their relationship as well. It was hard to stop reading, and I highly recommend this story.

I received a copy of this story through Goddessfish Promotions, and this is my unsolicited review.

Book Tour: The Perception Game by Cadence Vonn

 

The Perception Game
by Cadence Vonn

 

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GENRE: Erotic Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

When it comes to sex, school teacher Camille Weatherby considers herself an exhibitionist. She refuses to allow anyone to control her life, and relationships are out of the question. Any affairs are one-night stands, and the only thing that matters is the pleasure she garners from the thrill of possibly being caught. But an encounter with a hot stranger at a costume party leaves her disregarding that rule.

 

Millionaire bad boy Garrett Gerard craves control, especially in the bedroom, and money buys what he enjoys. His indiscretions have caught up with him, and his father presents an ultimatum--straighten up or lose the chance to be president of the family business. Camille tests his willpower, and he can't resist showing her what it's like to be with a dominating lover.

 

When their fling is discovered, Camille and Garrett are forced to fake an engagement to save their jobs. But the more they’re thrown together, the more sparks fly.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

She removed her long coat, tossed it over a chair and strode toward the large window. “Impressive view.”

 

He kissed her bare shoulder from behind as he held her glass in front of her. “Makes one feel vulnerable and insignificant. Or powerful and in control. What do you feel when you look out?”

 

She turned, and his arm captured her waist. “Excited.” She raised her glass, giving him a salute before she took a sip.

 

“Excited about what I’m going to do to you? You don’t even know me and here you are, open to the possibilities.” His hand moved to the back of her head and gripped it tight. His lips inched closer to hers. Champagne-tinged breath whispered across her lips before he said in a low, seductive voice, “I have wicked plans for us this weekend. You wanted edgy, possibly forbidden sex. You’ve come to the right man. I think we’re meant for each other.” His mouth captured hers. The instant heat of his tongue explored its depths and made her lean against him. She gyrated her hips, hoping to torment him the same way he tasted her.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Cadence has been involved in the arts since she could pick up a crayon. She has a BFA in photography and silversmithing. If you get a glimpse of her notebooks you’ll discover she’s an accomplished doodler. She channels her daydreams into sizzling hot romances. Now she is living her dream with her husband on Whidbey Island with a view of Puget Sound outside her door.


Twitter: https://twitter.com/CadenceVonn


Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100015062562531

 

Buy links:


https://wildcatalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-erotic/6049-the-perception-game.html


https://www.amazon.com/Perception-Game-Games-People-Play-ebook/dp/B07FFD87HT/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1532646573&sr=8-2&keywords=Cadence+Vonn

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Cadence Vonn will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

Rafflecopter:


http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2771/

 

 

Review Tour: A Match for the Marquess by Lillian Marek

 

A Match for the Marquess
by Lillian Marek

 

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GENRE: Historical Romance (Regency)

 

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BLURB:

 

Decisions, decisions…

 

Should Lady Anne Milhaven marry the wealthy and handsome young marquess, or should she resign herself to living out her life in poverty and disgrace, exiled from the world she was born to?

 

Should Philip Tremaine, the new Marquess of Penworth, redeem his honor and marry the proud and beautiful earl’s daughter whom he has unintentionally compromised, or should he prove himself as dissolute as his contemptible family?

 

They are not fools, but marriage is only the beginning. Now can they learn to work together and thwart the vile plots of their scheming relatives?

 

A Match for the Marquess is the prequel to the Victorian Adventures series.


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EXCERPT:

 

“That’s enough from you, Anne,” Mrs. Craddock snapped. “I should not have bothered asking you. You’ve always been jealous of Corinne. Now go to your room, and the next time I see you, I want you to be wearing your cap. And what have you done to that dress? Put on one of the others. Remember what you owe to our charity.”

 

Penworth had had enough. His wife-to-be was not going to be disparaged in his hearing. And she certainly wasn’t going to put that hideous cap back on her head.

 

He stepped into the room and struck a dramatic pose with his arms outflung. “Beloved,” he exclaimed, “our troubles are at an end!”

 

“My lord?” Anne spoke uncertainly.

 

“I knew that once he saw you again, the earl would love you as I do. He has agreed to our marriage, and the wedding can take place at once.” Penworth stepped quickly to her side and drew her into his arms. “Oh my darling, tell me that you share my delight.”

 

Anne looked up at him, and he saw the shock in her eyes change to uncertainty and then to amusement. “Oh, my lord,” she said, “my joy is equal to your own.”


At that Philip gave a shout of laughter. She was indeed quick-witted, and he doubted that her aunt could recognize the sardonic note in her voice. He pulled her close and kissed her soundly.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

When she retired after too many years in journalism, Lillian Marek felt a longing for happy endings and stories where the good guys win and the bad guys get their just deserts. Having exhausted her library's supply of non-gory mystery stories, she started reading romance novels, especially historical romance. This was so much fun that she thought she'd like to try her hand at writing one. So she took her computer keyboard in hand, slipped back into the 19th century, and began.


She was right, writing romance novels is as much fun as reading them.

 

Website: http://www.lillianmarek.com

 

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLillianMarek

 

https://twitter.com/lillianmarek

 

Buy links:

 

https://www.amazon.com/Match-Marquess-Manners-Victorian-Adventures-ebook/dp/B07D4QHVFJ/

 

https://books2read.com/u/4AYwBe

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Lillian Marek will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

Rafflecopter:

 

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Link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1784238/attraction-makes-their-love-stronger-and-this-an-entertaining-read

 

Story shrouded in darkness, just the way Kerrigan Byrne can do it so well.

The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo - Kerrigan Byrne

This story had me turning pages furiously from the very beginning. So much pain, darkness, and misery could not stand up to the light of Lorelai's innocence, caring, and persistence. Ash/the Rook was such an empty man, but I loved how he knew from the start that Lorelai belonged to him, was his safety, his reason for living, though he was unable to voice it. Their love changed both of them but for the better. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story and could not put it down. I highly recommend it.

I received a copy of this story through Netgalley, and it is a Book Obsessed Chicks Review Team selection. This is my unsolicited review.

Book Blitz: The Fortress by Madeleine Romeyer Dherbey

 

The Fortress
by Madeleine Romeyer Dherbey

 

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GENRE: WWII Historical

 

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BLURB:

 

The war has not made much of difference in Alix’s life. Her father has seen to it that she grows up unaware, unworried, but safe in her tiny village under the cliffs of the Vercors. All around her he has built a fortress whose walls are impregnable—until the 27th of April, 1944. That day he makes a stupid mistake up on the cliff, and the walls of the Fortress start crashing down. Reality breaks into Alix’s life with unrelenting violence, unforeseen possibilities. From now on, every decision she makes will mean life or death.


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EXTRA INFORMATION:

 

Six weeks before D-Days, a thousand kilometers from the beaches of Normandy.

There are no generals in the French Vercors, just a handful of men and women against the Nazi war machine. They come from Bretagne, Paris, and Slovenia, and the villages up on the cliff. They are the Fortress.


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EXCERPT:

 

“Honey, if anybody’s looking for it up here, it means you’re already dead. So it won’t matter to you. Listen now. People will call you on the other phone, the one downstairs, and give you coded messages. As a rule it will be about movements in our direction, Germans, Militia, or even new recruits for our camps. Remember, the security of Mortval depends on you. Here is a list of codes. You must memorize all of them and get rid of the list.”

 

She started to read. “The strawberries are in their juice. Your walnuts were wormy. You can’t put rabbit in the cassoulet.” She looked up. “Are they all about food?”

 

“No. Read the next one.”

 

“Yvette préfère les grosses carrottes. Well?”

 

“Well, it’s not about food.”

 

“Yvette préfère… Oh. I understand now. Did you come up with that one?”

 

“I thought it would be memorable.”

 

“It’s lovely. I bet the British are impressed.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Madeleine Romeyer Dherbey was born in the French Alps, moved to the United States twenty-five years later, and currently lives in the mountains of Virginia with her husband, two daughters, and Mikko.

 

Website
www.MadeleineRomeyerDherbey.com

 

FaceBook
https://www.facebook.com/Madeleine-Romeyer-Dherbey-2067077286871927/?modal=admin_todo_tour

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Madeleine Romeyer Dherbey will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

Rafflecopter:

 

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2691/

 

Attraction makes their love stronger and this an entertaining read.

A Match for the Marquess - Lillian Marek

This was a fun read, from the accidental compromising of Anne to the repairing of Philip's heart, family reputation, and home. Anne's willingness to accept and make the best of her life gave her the strength to stand up for herself and her husband. Philip was such a broken man, not knowing his own worth, .that his happiness was my own. There were moments of amusement as well as some of disgust at the treatment this couple received. It was a satisfying happily ever after, and I recommend this story.

I received a copy of this story as a gift, and this is my unsolicited review.

Very enjoyable second chance/reunion. Short and sweet.

Finally Home - Elizabeth  Rose

Short sweet story of reunion and second chances. Allie had a secret and tried to protect herself as best she could. Her strength that I admired was what she would do for her daughter. Her broken heart was put to the side for that one steady love in her life. I admired Logan's ability to try and make amendments and his acceptance of his fault in all this. Their attraction to each other matured, and Logan was willing to treat Allie's daughter as his own from the beginning. I enjoyed this story a lot and recommend it.

I received an ARC of this story as a gift, and this is my unsolicited review.

Rough read, could have been better with a lot more editing.

True Love - Betty A. Blue

I found this story a little hard to get through. I felt it was a little disjointed. The premise of the story was fine. Young love, separated by misunderstandings, presumed death, and family manipulation. This was Katherine's and Antoine's story with a lot of secondary characters. Theirs was a tragic love story on the lines of Romeo and Juliet without the dying at the end. Too many errors pulled me out of the story as well as too many points of view. I hope that the author does take the time to look over the book again and see what she would change.

I received a copy of this story through Candid Book Reviews, and this is my unsolicited review.

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