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Review Tour: Her Prince by Leah Sharelle

 

Her Prince
Series: Wounded Souls Series Book 6
by Leah Sharelle


Release: February 14, 2019


Genre: MC Romance


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43468158-her-prince


Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson Photography

 


Blurb:
I had secrets that were drowning me, and my worst fear was he was going to get tired of waiting for me to put my big girl panties on and reveal the biggest one.


Him.

Shiloh

My life started out with a tragedy—the death of my mother.


But I had something no other infant had, six amazing men. My father and his brothers in arms raised me and gave me the best life any kid could ask for.


I grew up in the loving arms of the Wounded Souls, and each and every one of them protected and loved me beyond measure. Even when I lost two of the most important people in my life, the Souls never let me fall.


After Dad met and married the best woman I had the pleasure of knowing, she and her flock, also wonderful women, gave me the feminine balance I needed in a life of soldiers turned bikers. They taught me to rise to every challenge and always be true to myself.
Somewhere, I lost sight of that on the way to my aspirations to make my mark.


Falling in love with a man who would die for me, adored me, and would do anything for me, should have been the happiest time of my life. So why was I hiding him?


Could I really have it all? Or would my obsession with being everything and having it all mean I would lose the one person who meant everything?


Then there was my ghost. Having him and his promise not to leave me was both a blessing and a curse. He knew all my secrets, and he also knew how to press my buttons.

The danger of Rogue is a distant memory, and the kids of the Wounded Souls are all grown up. The club princess has big dreams and even bigger secrets. Will she keep her dreams alive and keep the love of her prince?

 

 

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In the Series
His Sweetness (Wounded Souls #1)
His Honey (Wounded Souls #2)
His Beauty (Wounded Souls #3)
His Lady (Wounded Souls #4)
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Author Bio:
I love the idea of being in love. Since my early teens when I first discovered Silhouette Desire novels my life has been all about reading. I would find myself re-writing scenes if I wasn't happy with them and hiding them under my bed. That led me to writing love stories of my own. They all ended up under the bed and are still there, and there they will stay. I don't do angst, in fact it drives me crazy.

 

I am a mum of three beautiful girls, Australian, and have what most say is a weird sense of humor.

 

I spend my free time doing movie, Sons of Anarchy, and Friends marathons. And reading.

 

I love Pina Colada's and getting caught in the rain..... there's that weird humor.

 

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http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1844816/rough-yet-touching-story

 

Release Blitz: The Final Play by Liz Lovelock

 

The Final Play
by Liz Lovelock


Genre: Second Chance Romance/ Friends to Lovers - Sweet Contemporary Romance


Release Date: February 14, 2019


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41824152

 

Blurb:


He's the best man.

 

I'm the maid of honor.

 

What could go wrong?

 

Spencer Cook is the love of my life and my ex-best friend. Three years ago, I let him walk away without telling him how I truly felt. Since then, it’s been radio silence between us. That doesn’t mean I forgot about him though. How could I?

 

Now he’s back, and my feelings for him haven’t changed. I still want him.

 

Could this be our second chance at love?

 

 

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Author Bio:
Liz is from bright, sunny, Queensland in Australia. She is a mother of three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and an avid reader. Liz always loved books from a very young age, when she began reading Garfield comic books. Then in high school, her passion grew when she was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment, from that she continued to find new gems. Liz always has a book and notebook beside her bed for when inspiration hits at those crazy hours. She is a stationery and chocolate addict and has a one-click addition. Liz has heaps of new book ideas for the future and looks forward to sharing those ideas with you, her readers.

 

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Quick read, second chance at love

The Final Play - Liz Lovelock

This was a quick easy read. April and Spencer were interesting, and I enjoyed their interactions together. With each trying to do what they thought was right, and the misunderstandings between them, the journey back together was a bumpy one. It was fun as the other characters pushed them to be together. I enjoyed this story.

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

Rough yet touching story.

Her Prince (The Wounded Souls Series Book 6) Kindle Edition - Leah Sharelle
This story had me laughing, crying, cheering, and covering my ears/eyes. There was rough language throughout, but part of that culture, with some heat, but all conveyed the feelings of each character. I loved the "family is everything" concept on all the pages. This was my first book by Leah Sharelle, and the author did a wonderful job in helping me to know all the characters from the past books, enough to be missing them already. The ending had me in tears. I highly recommend this story.

I received an ARC through Enticing Journey Book Promotions, and this is my unsolicited review.
 
 

 

Release Blitz: House of Payne: Ice by Stacy Gail

 

House of Payne: Ice
Series: House of Payne, Book #8 (standalone)
by Stacy Gail


Genre: Contemporary Romance; Urban Romance


Release: February 13, 2019


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43783151-ice

 

Blurb:
One year ago…


Sunny Fairfax, daughter of a former Chicago mayor, had been tops in the marketing game. She’d taken a tiny tattoo parlor, Skull and Bones Ink, and turned it into the most famous studio in California. Then the owner and unrequited love of her life, Atticus “Ice” Eisen, fired her.

One year ago…


Everyone thought Ice had it all—a privileged Beverly Hills background, a hot ink-slinging studio and a kickass reality TV gig. The truth? He’d hated most of it, especially that frigging show. The only reason he’d stuck with it was because of Sunny. Then shadows from his past closed in, and he’d had a choice—let the one thing he actually gave a damn about get destroyed, or sacrifice everything.

The way he saw it, the choice was easy.

 

Now…


Sunny’s stunned when Ice walks into her new life in Chicago. He’s the newest tattooist at House Of Payne, and no amount of dodging him works. Wherever she goes, he’s already there, ready to melt her panties with hot glances, hotter words and the hottest kisses she’s ever known. But none of it makes sense. Why had he fired her? And how can she trust him now?

The shadows are back, but Ice is a different man now. He’ll protect Sunny from the darkness that’s been dogging his steps every day of his debauched and useless life, and this time he has to destroy it. He has to, because when it comes to convincing Sunny he’s a man she can believe in, he’s on very thin ice.

90,000 words

***This standalone contemporary romance contains multiple sex scenes, bad cat puns, lame excuses from an Alpha male unused to making them, and a reverse-cowgirl in front of mirrors. No cheating, no love triangles, no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this book is not intended for people under the age of eighteen***

 

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Author Bio:
A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.

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Cover Reveal: Truth or Bear by Zoe Ashwood

 

Truth or Bear
Series: Shift Book 2
by Zoe Ashwood


Genre: Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance


Release Date: February 28, 2019


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42453526-truth-or-bear


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Blurb:
Even a lone wolf’s heart can be broken.

Nikolai’s life was going just fine—until he was betrayed. He’s lost his job, his family’s trust, and his purpose, all for the cost of falling for a pretty bear. Now his friends have turned against him and they won’t stop until he’s dead. The last thing he wants to do is join forces with the woman responsible, but she might be his only chance at survival.

Getting kidnapped and shot was not part of Claire’s plan—and neither was falling for the lieutenant of the very organization she swore to destroy. Now working with Nik is dredging up all sorts of unwanted, heated memories. She couldn’t resist him when they first met, and nothing has changed when she sees his handsome face again.

But when rogues threaten their families, claws come out. Keeping secrets might have been their job description, but they’ll have to come clean to beat their enemies.

 

 

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Author Bio:


Zoe Ashwood is a romance writer with a passion for sweet stories with a sexy twist. While she’s always been a reader, Zoe’s writing used to be limited to diary scribbles and bad (really bad) teenage poetry. Then she participated in NaNoWriMo 2015 and never looked back.

 

Some 400,000 words later, she’s still in love with the art of making up stories—and making her characters fall in love. Truth or Bear is her second novel.

 

When she’s not writing, Zoe works as a literary translator. She’s happily married to her best friend and has two small boys who are as stubborn as they’re cute.

 

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In The Series:
Trust the Wolf (Shift Book 1)
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Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
NIK

The dimly lit corridor was empty as Nik made his way toward the server room. He flicked off the safety on his gun then glanced over his shoulder to confirm that Stevens and Novak were actually doing what they’d been told for once. At their nervous nods, he faced forward again, reaching for the door handle.


His shift was about to end, just forty minutes until he could shuck his gun belt and go find Masha. Take me out on a real date, she’d said last night as they’d lain on his bed, sweaty and breathing hard after the most spectacular sex he’d ever experienced. He’d have promised her anything right then: a date, a dozen dates, his heart and soul—so he’d kissed her and later made dinner reservations for tonight.


“On three, I’ll open the door. Novak, you cover Stevens while he enters.” He kept his voice at a murmur, not wanting to spook the intruder who’d tripped the silent alarm.


How he’d gotten past the other security measures—an armed guard and an eight-digit keypad—was a question Nik would be asking as soon as the asshole was shackled to a chair. The guy had to be pretty stupid. Like he was going to get away with breaking into the room where Maxwell kept all the Guard’s backups?


The hum of the cooling vents drowned out any sounds coming from the room beyond, and Nik could barely detect the scent of something living over the musty smell of dust.

This house wasn’t one of the luxurious mansions Maxwell liked to rent. They’d vacated one of those just days ago after the report had come in that the Shifter Assembly of North America had captured one of their people. The hyena was a nasty piece of work, and Nik wasn’t sad to see him gone, but he’d been taken alive, which meant he could be questioned. He could be turned. So Maxwell wasn’t taking any chances with this new intruder. Three to one might have seemed like overkill, but they couldn’t let him slip through their fingers. Not if he had answers to give.


“One…two…three!”


With a sharp push, he threw open the door, stepping to the side in the same movement to hide from a potential attack. Novak, overeager monkey that he was, barreled right past him, his gun raised to a point where he was sure to clock himself in the eye if he actually fired his weapon. He clearly needed more hours at the shooting range. Stevens covered for him, though, staying back.


Novak’s voice sounded from inside the room, “Oh fuck, Nik. I mean, sir.”


Something about his tone had Nik moving, even though he hadn’t received the all-clear from his trainee. He stepped over the threshold, gun ready, and swept the room for the intruder. Here, the scent of another living creature that had barely filtered through to the corridor became stronger, more pronounced. His body reacted to it before his mind caught up. And then he saw her.


Masha was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the server room, her computer in her lap and her palms up. Novak pointed his gun at her. Stevens was hot on Nik’s heels, and now the two of them were aiming at his—his what? Girlfriend? He thought he might be sick as the truth rolled over him like a tidal wave. She had no reason to be there. Which meant… Fuck.


The defiant look in her eyes faltered when he barked the order. “Cuff her.”


“Nik, wait,” she called, but he turned from her, putting away his gun. There was a scuffle, something crashed, and Novak yelled at her to get back down. Nik flinched but kept going. A blow connected, then a soft groan nearly ripped him in two.


A weight settled on him, the crushing realization that he’d been fooled, that every good thing that had happened in the past two months had been a lie.


“Nik!” she gasped, then yelped in pain.


He did not turn back.


***


Entering the living room, Nik was relatively sure his face was blank. Hard to tell since he’d spent the past hour trying to get his emotions under control, punching a bag in the gym—without gloves—until he’d skinned his knuckles and sweat poured off him. He’d had a cold shower to cool down and changed his clothes, all the while breathing through his mouth and keeping the windows open, though the night temperatures had dropped below freezing. But Masha’s scent lingered. He’d sat on his bed, and a cloud of it rose around him like a seductive, deceptive embrace.


He’d chucked her pillow through the window, startling another young guard into shifting. At the gangly elk’s confused stare, Nik had cursed and yelled an order to burn that fucking pillow. Clearly not his finest moment.


He was better now. A fresh shirt that only smelled of his detergent, a gun strapped in his shoulder harness, a prayer that Maxwell wasn’t in the mood to make a spectacle out of her. He could face his lover and be as professional as his reputation claimed he was.


But one look at Masha, and he realized his poker face would do him no good at all. She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, her head hanging forward so wisps of her short black hair obscured her face. The sharp scent of her fear hit him hard, and her labored breaths told him she was in bad shape. What scared him the most was the plastic tarp that covered the dusty wooden floor and the carpet. A tarp meant to catch any bodily fluids that were released during the…questioning, and possibly to wrap up the remains after his boss had extracted all the information he needed.


Nik had his gun out before he knew what he was doing. The two lieutenants who stood guard by the door advanced, going for their own weapons, so Nik forced himself to relax, letting his hands drop. But he didn’t holster his gun. Then he focused all his attention on his boss, even though his gaze was drawn to Masha.


“Thank you for joining us,” Reid Maxwell said, his voice mock-polite. “I’m sorry we started without you.”


“What’s going on?”


At the sound of his voice, Masha lifted her head, and Nik couldn’t help the curse that slipped out of his mouth. Her face was a ruin, blood dribbling from her lip, and one eye already swelling shut. From the way she grimaced with every shallow breath, her ribs were broken or at least bruised. He moved toward her; he couldn’t even process what he was doing. They questioned suspects, yes, but not like this. Never—


“Uh-uh, Nicky.” Maxwell’s soft admonishment stopped him dead. “I can’t let you at her just yet. You think you’re angry now? You want to hurt her for betraying your trust? Wait until you hear who our little friend really is.”


Hurt her? Maxwell’s words refused to pierce Nik’s shock. He thought Nik wanted to hurt her even more? God, yes, he wanted to shake her, ask what the hell she’d been thinking, breaking into a restricted room, but she was defenseless, unarmed. A woman. If he hit her with enough force, he could… Bile rose in his throat, and he wondered, stupidly, whether the tarp would also serve to protect the floor from his vomit.


Novak, his eyes round with apprehension, stepped closer to Nik, offering a thin file. Nik reached out to take it, anything to keep his mind from imagining how Masha got those bruises. Which of them had hurt her? He’d kill them, he’d—


The black-and-white photo inside the file was of Masha, a candid shot of her in the street, her face thoughtful as she studied her phone. Her hair was longer, a silky mass that fell around her shoulders, and black-framed glasses perched on her nose. But the clothes made the biggest difference. The Masha on the photo wore a fitted dress that even Nik recognized as elegant, a fancy trench coat and a handbag that probably cost more than his monthly salary. And heels. Sleek high heels that sent an involuntary curl of lust into his gut. But it wasn’t her outfit that boiled his blood. It was the building behind her: a glass-paneled wall of a corporate high-rise in downtown Manhattan that he knew too well from hours of surveillance that he’d done on the place.


“What’s this?” he choked out, turning to Masha.


This Masha, the short-haired tomboy who’d wormed her way into his bed, spat blood onto the tarp. Nik saw how much it cost her to lift her head, to look him in the eyes.


“This right here is Claire Thibault,” Maxwell said, stepping over the spit and placing a hand on the nape of her neck.


She flinched at the gesture, just slightly, but enough for Nik to know it was his boss who’d inflicted the injuries, not one of the other lieutenants.


“She can’t be.”


“You’d think Thibault would take better care of his little heir, wouldn’t you? Fucking cowards, sending a woman to do their job.” Maxwell’s voice was deceptively light as he cupped Masha’s face and lifted her chin. “But the family resemblance is there. She even has the birthmark.”


Nobody had ever seen the heiress of the largest North American shifter clan. Protected and kept hidden in their Canadian stronghold, that was the word on the streets concerning Claire Thibault. People joked about her—was she so ugly Thibault hid her from the world? Pregnant and busy making an army of little bears?


Bears. The thought clicked into place, a missing puzzle piece. Masha had claimed she was a half-blood brown bear, and from her name, he’d assumed she had Russian roots like him. As a half-blood, her shifts didn’t come easily, she’d said, explaining her reluctance to wear her animal form. But if it was true, if she was really Claire Thibault, her other form was a black bear. Fuck. The betrayal stung. The scents were too close to distinguish, so the ruse had worked perfectly. Everything about her had been calculated to make him trust her, like her.


And the birthmark? Nik’s heart sank even lower. How could he have missed it? The identifying mark of all Thibault shifters, a stamp of their pure blood, of their superiority.


“You can see why I was worried to find someone breaking into our server room.” Maxwell dropped her chin and wiped the blood off his fingers.


“You knew who she was before you sent us in?” His boss was a sadist but he usually reserved this kind of subterfuge for his enemies, not his highest-ranking officers. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nik rubbed his hand through his hair. “Fuck, Reid, how did you even find out?”


Maxwell snorted. “It was too easy. I should have thought of flipping one of the Council members years ago. A threat here, a fat check there, and voilà, one Councilwoman all too ready to rat out this little mole.” He grinned, the smile reminding Nik of days when their world had been a lot less bleak and angry. “Did I go too far with the animal metaphors? Never mind. All that matters is that we have one very important guest here.” He waved his gun in Masha’s—Claire’s—direction.


Then he stepped closer and backhanded her. The chair toppled over with the force of the blow. Masha’s head whipped back, droplets of blood splattering the tarp, and Nik snarled, prickles of heat all over his skin announcing he was about to shift.


He felt more than saw the lieutenants close in as Maxwell turned on him.


“What, Nik?” he snapped. “You don’t want to see her hurt? What did you expect, that I’d let her go?” Leaning in close, he murmured, “Do you want me to look weak?”


Panic rising in his chest, Nik had to force his jaw to unclench. “No, sir. But she won’t be worth much as a hostage if she’s dead.”


Maxwell cocked his head to the side. “See, you’re saying the right things. Yes, Thibault would pay more if I could convince him that his precious princess hasn’t been hurt. But you know we need information. And if it were anyone else, you’d be the first to agree. You’re my best interrogator! Yet here you are…” He drew in a deep breath, and Nik fought not to step back. “…smelling of fear. You’re shaking, Nicky. So tell me. What are you hiding?”


A hundred answers flitted through Nik’s mind, none convincing enough for Maxwell to drop this line of questioning. The worst that could happen… Oh, who was he kidding? The worst was already happening right in front of him.


“I should have worked out who she was.” The truth was all he could give his boss. The man he’d once thought was his closest friend. “I’m sorry.”


“So why are you afraid?” Maxwell’s amber eyes burned holes into him. “Don’t you want to see her punished? She fooled you. Fucked you. So she could run back to Daddy and tell him all about it.”


Nik’s stomach roiled at the thought, and he shook his head, half to say no, he didn’t want her punished anymore, and half to deny that this was what their relationship could be boiled down to.


Maxwell clicked his tongue. “You’re growing soft on me. I need you sharp, Nicky, if we’re going to win this war.” He turned back to Masha, who was still lying on the floor, and gave her a casual kick in the ribs that had her whimpering. Then he waved his free hand at Novak and Stevens. “Pick her up.”


The younglings scrambled forward, feet slipping on the tarp, and heaved Masha’s chair upright. Then they almost ran back to the corner of the room, eyes darting between Nik and Masha, as if they were hoping for him to tell them what to do. So he jerked his head toward the door. There was no need for them to witness this.


Maxwell watched with narrowed eyes as Nik’s youngest trainees left and only the two lieutenants remained. Bach and Moers each took one corner of the room. The three men stared at him, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the crushing blow that had shattered all hopes he’d had for his future, for their future. He couldn’t look at the mess that had been his lover’s beautiful face.


Nik didn’t step closer to Masha, and Maxwell lifted his arms. “What are you waiting for? We need answers.”


Masha’s dark eyes met his, and he knew he was screwed. He would never hit her. He was sick to his stomach with guilt from having left her alone with these people. The irony didn’t escape him—he was usually an eager member of ‘these people’. So many times, he had questioned men and gotten answers. He’d always been good at getting answers. But now, there was only one answer he could give his boss.


“No.”

War and distrust surround their journey.

Undeniable Heart - Kara Griffin

This was the first book I read by Kara Griffin. It was an entertaining story with a real feel for the time. Dallis was resourceful and a survivor, and I enjoyed her determination as things went along. Brodin's past made him a cautious person, but I liked how he trusted Dallis (even when he shouldn't) from the start and how open he was to forgive. 

I received an ARC as a gift, and this was a Book Obsessed Chicks Star Review Team read. This is my unsolicited review.

 

Pervade London
Duet: Pervade Duet #1

by Vanessa Fewings

 

Release: April 16, 2019

 

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Erotica/Menage

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43372685-pervade-london

 

Cover Designer: Najla Qamber at Najla Qamber Designs

 

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Blurb:

Emily Rampling thought she understood the nature of power.

 

But she didn't know the unexpected forms power could take, bending and adapting to suit its needs.

 

She wasn't aware of the ways power could infiltrate unnoticed into the highest echelons of government, soaking the most hallowed chambers with its influence.

 

She didn't realize the methods in which power could weave an invisible fabric that manipulated society with hidden secrets and unannounced agendas.

 

In fact, Emily Rampling didn't understand anything at all about the nature of power.

But she was about to find out.

 

About the ways power could pulse.

 

About the ways power could penetrate.

 

About the ways power could PERVADE.

 

 

Author Bio:

Vanessa Fewings is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Her latest series is The Icon Trilogy, a romantic suspense about Zara Leighton, London’s most brilliant art investigator on the hunt for the notorious thief known as Icon.

 

Vanessa’s previous novels include the bestselling Enthrall Sessions, a romance series spanning eight books about a woman who gets swept up into Enthrall, L.A.’s premier club that caters to the secret desires of the elite.

 

Readers can also listen to Vanessa as she hosts the weekly podcast The Romance Show, a captivating podcast featuring authors and industry professionals in the romance genre.

 

Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Great Britain, Germany, Hong Kong, Cyprus and the USA.

 

Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides on the East Coast with her husband.

 

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Release Tour: Envy by Dani Rene

 

Envy
Series: Sins of Seven - Book Six

by: Dani Rene


Release Date: February 8, 2019


Genre: Romantic Suspense


Goodreads: http://bit.ly/EnvyTBR

 

Blurb:
Seven Sins had nothing for me anymore.


That is until she walked in.


Eliana doesn’t remember me, she wouldn’t.


Taken from me years ago, I had no choice but to say goodbye.

It’s time to right the wrongs of the past.


But there are secrets woven into our lives that will soon spill over.

I’d always envied my brother. We were always at war.


But now it’s time to ask for his help.


To put our differences aside and save the girl I love.

 

 

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Praise for the novel:
"The sixth novel in the Sins of Seven series, Envy, is dark, edgy, sinfully seductive, and totally twisted. Author Dani Rene writes an intricate story infused with mystery and suspense meant to keep you guessing." - Goodreads Reviewer

 

"A dark, suspenseful read....with plenty of heat.. this is the disturbing story of Eliana and Asher who are set on a path of revenge and destruction.." - Goodreads Reviewer

 

"Oh my gosh!! I don't know how to put my thoughts into words but this is definitely my most favorite book of this series. It is everything and more!" - Goodreads Reviewer

 

 

In the Series:
Kneel (Sins of Seven #1)
Whisper (Sins of Seven #2)
Indulge (Sins of Seven #3)
Ruthless (Sins of Seven #4)
Bound (Sins of Seven #5)


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Author Bio:
Dani is an international bestselling author of a mix of various genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.

Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.

 

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Cover Reveal/Preorder: This Earl of Mine by Kate Bateman

 

Buy Links: https://read.macmillan.com/lp/this-earl-of-mine/

 

Description:
The first book in a new Regency romance series, an heiress and a rogue accidentally end up in a secret marriage of convenience.

 

In a desperate bid to keep her fortune out of her cousin’s hands, shipping heiress Georgiana Caversteed marries a condemned criminal in Newgate prison. The scoundrel’s first kiss is shockingly heated, but Georgie never expects to see her husband again. Until she spots him across a crowded ballroom.

 

Notorious rogue Benedict Wylde never expected a wife. He was in Newgate undercover, working for Bow Street. To keep their marriage of convenience a secret, Wylde courts Georgie in public, but the more time they spend together, the more their attraction sparks.

 

Could an heiress with the world at her feet find happiness with a penniless rake?

 

Kate Bateman's This Earl of Mine is a delightful start to the Bow Street Bachelors series, with witty banter, dynamic characters, and swoon-worthy romance.

 

 

Author: Kate Bateman



Love found along the coast.

Shipwrecked with a Suitor - Emily   Murdoch

I have been enjoying this series and enjoyed this story as well. It is an easy read and entertaining. This story is about Pierre who has escaped France and is shipwrecked outside of Helena's home. Love blooms quickly, too quick to keep away suspicions as they do not know each other well. Helena's acceptance of her lot in life was admirable. She had her dreams but went about the necessities of life. Pierre learned quickly about the differences between classes, and he had no problem in crossing the lines. At times, I smiled during their dialogue, and at others, I had tears, especially at the end. I look forward to the next story.

This is my unsolicited review.

Book Tour: Dallas by Rachelle Mills

 

Dallas
Series: The Wildflower Series Book 2
by Rachelle Mills


Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance


Release Date: January 29, 2019


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43612368-dallas

 

Blurb:
My bones still hold the gouges of rejection.

 

It still hurts, watching Clayton love the one he rejected me for, and it probably always will. My body still yearns for my destined mate, the Moon refusing to set us free from the bond that stems from the marrow of our existence.

 

Anguish and heartache with unbearable pain is the life I thought I was destined to live.

 

Until Dallas.

 

Even though he is not the mate destined for me by the Moon, we decided to choose our own paths.

 

Fate was ours to determine.

 

Or so we thought...

 

 

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Praise for the novel:
“The chemistry between the characters is phenomenal and the storyline keeps you on the edge of your seat!! I can't wait to read more from this author.” ~Amazon Review

 

“This story deserves all 5 stars. Rachelle has a way with words that simply draws you in and doesn't let you stop reading until the end.” ~Amazon Review

 

In The Series:
Clayton (The Wildflower Series Book 1)
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Review Tour: Dragon's Shadow by Allison Morse with a giveaway.

 

Dragon's Shadow
by Allison Morse

 

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GENRE: Teen Fantasy

 

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BLURB:

Royal twins ripped apart at birth become reluctant champions of good and evil.

 

Kylie, a teenage science geek, has no faith in people. Instead, she relies on what she trusts the most, the facts––what she can see, touch, and hear but never feel. With enough pain to deal with in her own world, she is thrust into another––a kingdom at war whose strange inhabitants fear one thing the most––the return of the dragon. All of this is illogical to Kylie, but even more so, when she discovers she belongs there.

 

Her brother, Prince Jarlon, journeys to kill the dragon who has laid waste to his kingdom. His only hope for destroying the beast is help from his sister, whom he has never met. Will their paths cross before the beast’s malevolence infects Kylie and turns her into his creature or will Jarlon have to destroy her, too?


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EXCERPT:

 

 

Jarlon slid unnoticed through the deserted streets––deserted, except for the lifeless bodies of shinwar and cortali strewn about. The sound of the nearby battle echoed in the empty town. Those not fighting were probably huddling in their homes for protection. The fort was guarded now by only two soldiers. The door stood wide open, ravaged by soldiers who dashed in for weapons and then ran to the center square, where they would no doubt cut down the small cortali insurgence.

 

A shriek froze his heart as a shadow fell across him. The cry of a teledicthus.

 

The grotesque bird landed just a few feet in front of him. A girl dismounted the animal.

She wore rough-textured blue pants and a red, short-sleeved tunic. The large black hood draping her head and shoulders cast her face in shadows.

 

Nonetheless, the dark fierce eyes glittering deep within the hood’s gloom confirmed her identity––his sister.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Allison Morse is the author of three very different novels: Fallen Star, a Hollywood Gothic Mystery, The Sweetheart Deal, a Rom/Com and Dragon’s Shadow, a Teen Fantasy & Adventure, all published by The Wild Rose Press. She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in the hills filled with books.

 

Buy Links:
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GIVEAWAY:

 

Allison Morse will be awarding a $15 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

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Link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1842278/twins-separated-find-their-way-to-each-other

 

Twins separated, find their way to each other.

Dragon's Shadow - Allison Morse-Griswold

Entertaining tale of two people from two different realms finding each other and battling evil, without and within. From Kylie's overwhelming anger to Jarlon's sense of failure and need to be true to himself and his people, the story started slow but built up to an action-packed battle and finale. As the two realized the bond they shared was strong and full of love, I had tears in my eyes and a smile on my face. I enjoyed this story.

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

Release Blitz: Teaching Tucker by Jillian Quinn

 

Teaching Tucker
Series Name: Face-Off Legacy, #3 (Standalone)
by Jillian Quinn


Genre: New adult sports romance


Publication Date: February 6, 2019


Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43087563-teaching-tucker


Blurb


After a drunken hookup, I never thought I would see Tucker again...


Until he strolls into my classroom like he owns the school.


He handed out orgasms like it was his job.


Now, it’s my turn to grade him.

 

I’m a teaching assistant until the end of the semester.


A position I scored because I’m a goody-two-shoes.


Not the girl who sleeps with smoking hot hockey players.

 

But he’s failing the class, and I can help him pass.


So, we come to an agreement.


One that ends with us breaking all the rules…


And if I’m not careful, my heart.

 

 

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About the Author
Jillian Quinn is the international bestselling author of over fifteen romance novels, most notably known for the Face-Off series. She’s from Philly, a city girl to the core, now living in Southwest Florida, where she still hasn’t adjusted, though she’s not opposed to the warm weather or lazy days by the pool.

 

Jillian sets all of her books in her hometown, dreams of getting her hands on a real cheesesteak, and still cheers for her local sports teams. She’s a lover of sports, especially those involving tackling, checking, and men in tight pants. A self-proclaimed Coffee Queen, Jillian practically lives at Starbucks, where you can find her most days, drinking all the coffee.

 

 

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The link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1841613/finding-a-way-beyond-ego-and-secrets

 

Release Tour: Copper by Lilly Atlas with a giveaway and review.

 

Copper
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC
by Lilly Atlas


Release Date: February 5, 2019


Genre: MC Romance


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43254094-copper

 

Blurb:
Enormous, commanding, and hotter than sin, Copper is the only man Shell has ever wanted. Even as a young teen, when it was impossible and taboo to capture the attention of a grown man, she longed for him. For years, Shell clung to the dream of turning eighteen and finally being noticed by the Hell’s Handlers’ rough and gruff president. But the universe had other plans, and she was forced to make a horrible choice. A choice that altered the course of her life forever, sealing her fate and ensuring the dream of being Copper’s ol’ lady would never materialize.

 

Sixteen years his junior. Daughter of his MC’s former president. Single mother whose deadbeat sperm donor doesn’t provide an ounce of support. Loved as a younger sister by every man in the club. The list of reasons goes on for Copper to stay away from Shell. Problem is, he’s been hot for her for years. Copper finally gets some relief when she moves out of Tennessee, but once she’s back, all those reasons to keep his distance grow weaker by the day.

 

Unable to fight against his own judgment any longer, Copper finally claims Shell for his own. But once again the universe steps in, revealing secrets with the power to destroy them both.

 

Shell will do anything for Copper, even tear out her own heart and confront the most agonizing parts of her past. But will she be too late to save her dream?

 

 

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In the Series (Kindle Unlimited)
Zach (Hell’s Handlers MC)
Maverick (Hell’s Handlers MC)
Jigsaw (Hells Handlers MC)
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Author Bio:
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.

 

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Excerpt:
2010
If they caught her, there’d be hell to pay.


Absolute hell.


Michelle didn’t even want to imagine the level Copper’s anger would climb to if he discovered her trailing after him and his men in the dark woods behind the clubhouse well after midnight.


The fury would be epic.


Biblical.


She may be a fifteen-year-old kid, but she wasn’t an idiot. Sneaking out of her home, pedaling her bicycle across town to the clubhouse, and lurking in the shadows until the men emerged was not only dangerous, it was reckless—and probably pointless as well.
She wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing when the guys finally stopped trekking. But she had to be here. Had to find out if the club had really captured the man who murdered her father.


Four sets of heavy-booted feet tromped through the woods, making no effort toward stealth, thankfully. Shell wasn’t exactly mouse-quiet herself, but the noise from the determined group drowned out her leaf-crunching steps.


She shivered despite the down jacket engulfing her body. Mid-January at the base of the Great Smoky Mountains was pretty freakin’ cold. Lucky for her, it hadn’t snowed in the past few weeks.


“Fuck, it’s dark out here. Wouldn’t be able to see my own damn dick. We almost done with this romantic stroll through the woods?” That was Maverick’s voice. Easy to distinguish because ninety percent of the nonsense out of his mouth was laden with snark and sarcasm. As one of the newer patches, he was making a name for himself with his wit and constant inappropriate humor.


“We have a fucking flashlight, you big baby. Suck it up and keep walking.”


Zach. Another new patch.


Clenching her teeth in a fruitless effort to stem the chattering, Shell stole on after the men she considered family. Loved them like family as well. Loved them more than the majority of her flesh and blood relatives, if she was honest.


The further into the woods they ventured, the more confident Shell grew in her guess of their destination. The guys had to be headed to The Box. Thoughts of what that meant sent a different kind of shiver racing down her spine. Growing up in the MC, Shell had heard countless rumors about The Box. How the club kept a giant underground torture chamber filled with hundreds of Handlers’ enemies from years back. How it was about a mile out into the woods behind the clubhouse. How the walls were coated with blood and faded screams echoed through the dungeon. The Honeys loved to gossip and guess precisely what went on down there, and each tale was more gruesome than the last. By the time she was twelve, Shell had heard stories of prisoners having limbs sawed off, eyeballs plucked out, and dicks clamped in a vice. Half of what the club girls said couldn’t be believed. At least that’s what her mother told her when she was nine and asked what a blow job was and why she overheard a Honey using it in reference to her father. Since that day, she’d always tried to take what they told her with a grain of salt. It’s not as though the men actually shared any club business with the women who were little more than whores.


The truth was probably a watered-down version of the legends, even if the Honey bragging about blowing Shell’s father had been telling the truth. Turned out the man had been with nearly all of them at one point or another. Something every fifteen-year-old girl wanted to think about. Regardless, The Box existed and wasn’t a place anyone wanted to find themselves.


After another five minutes of wordless journeying through the woods, the men suddenly came to a dead stop.


Michelle darted behind the nearest thick-trunked tree. She held as still as possible, not even daring to breathe. Too bad her heart was pounding so loud it could be heard a mile away.


Had the guys noticed her? Did they suspect they had a stowaway? Could they hear the rattling of her frozen and terrified bones?


This was by far her stupidest idea ever.


“Bring him out to me,” Copper said.


Shell would recognize that voice anywhere. That Irish brogue belonging to the six-foot-five, tatted biker who starred in every teenage fantasy she’d ever had. His name decorated a diary hidden deep under her bed, scrawled over and over with spritzes of cheap perfume and lipstick kisses. If anyone ever found it, she’d die on the spot, but so far, her secret was safe.


“You sure, brother? Wouldn’t it be easier to do this shit down in The Box?” Rusty asked.


Shell frowned. Younger by ten years, Rusty was Copper’s brother and a huge jerk. There was no other word to describe him. Okay, there were a few others, but despite their extreme sailor-enviable mouths, the guys got on her case every time she swore. Sick of them always nagging about ladies not cussing, she avoided using any kind of foul language in front of them. Kinda like she avoided Rusty at all costs.


“I want him out here. I want him to feel the air, see the stars, smell the clean scent of the forest. He needs to realize everything he’s never going to have the chance to experience again. He needs to feel what I’m taking away from him. I want him to experience one last flicker of hope that we’ll let him live, right before I slit his fucking throat.”


Shell swallowed. Though she couldn’t see his face, she imagined Copper stroking his beard, deep in thought as he plotted someone’s demise. There were stories about that, too. About the lengths Copper would go to protect his club. His men and their families.
But now she had a front-row seat to the horror show.


“You got it,” Zach said. There was some rustling, then silence that seemed to drag on for hours but was probably only minutes. Everything appeared darker, longer, more intense when outside in the hours following midnight.


Finally, footsteps crunched over leaves again, followed by a grunt and a thud. Shell blew out a silent breath and peeked around her tree. Someone had lit a lantern, illuminating a small clearing in the woods. A man knelt on the ground, arms bound behind him with Copper, Maverick, Zach, and Rusty circled around him.


Back to her, she didn’t have a view of Copper’s face, but she sure had a clear line of sight to the man on the ground.


Reaper, they called him. Because of the number of men he’d sent to their graves. Those were rumors Shell believed. She’d seen the dark-eyed man in action. Her insides quivered at the memories, and she sucked in a soundless, trembling breath.


This was why she’d followed the guys into the woods when she should have been home snoozing away in preparation for school in the morning.


Reaper was the man who’d killed her father five years ago.


Earlier that afternoon, she’d been at the clubhouse helping some of the ol’ ladies prepare dinner. Tasked with letting the men know their meal was ready to be devoured, she’d wandered toward Copper’s office only to hear Reaper’s name being tossed around in conjunction with plans to head to The Box in the night.


Her mind and body had frozen until the noises from Copper’s office alerted her to the men mobilizing. Then, she’d scurried back to the door of the kitchen and pretended to emerge just as they did, feigning her ignorance.


Even by the dim glow of the lantern, it was apparent the eyes staring up at Copper held no remorse. No fear. It was as though life, even his own, held no value to him. Almost made her wish the men would keep him alive and in pain a while before ending him. Most might find it sick. Most might wake with nightmares after watching someone die, but Shell had already been down that road. The soulless look in his eyes was the same she’d seen the night he stole her father from her. Memories from that time had stayed so strong, so fresh in her mind even with the passage of time, and Reaper’s brought them right back to the surface.


She’d been with her father that fated night, four years ago, when the madman known as Reaper shot him in cold blood at a gas station.


As long as she lived, Shell would never forget the horror of that night. It was late on a Saturday, and her father was driving Shell and her mother home from a family barbecue at the clubhouse. From the second row of their truck, she’d watched her dad walk out of the quiet gas station market, two coffees in hand. Seconds later, Reaper appeared from the shadows, shot her father from three feet away, then disappeared as fast as he’d materialized. She’d had as clear a view of his pale face that night as she did now.
It all happened so fast, it was over before her brain processed what her eyes had seen. But once it did, her heart broke clear in two, and she screamed so loud she couldn’t speak for days.


Now, finally, more than four years later, justice would be served, MC style. And she didn’t have it in her to find anything wrong with that. Maybe it was how she was raised, or maybe it was just in her blood, but she had always felt safe, loved, and protected knowing the club would do anything and everything to protect and avenge its own.
Copper had been there that night. He’d witnessed her devastation, seen her in the lowest moment of her life. In her lovestruck teenage mind, she’d hoped some of the reason for Copper’s tireless search for Reaper had something to do with him wanting to ease her pain, though, in truth, he’d have done it for anyone associated with the club.


“You’ve been a hard man to find,” Copper said as he stepped closer to his captive.


Reaper snorted. Whoever had taken him prisoner, roughed him up quite a bit. One black eye, a seeping gash on his cheek, ripped shirt, wheezy breathing. His short black hair was caked with blood, matted to his head. Not near enough punishment in Shell’s eyes.


“Been easy to slip under the radar with you idiots looking for me,” Reaper slurred like his tongue was swollen. He smiled, actually smiled, revealing missing teeth.


From the cover of her tree, Shell locked her knees to keep from charging forward and raining a hell of her own down on the smug bastard.


Copper chuckled. “That may be, but we got your ass now. Been waiting on this moment for a long time.” As he spoke, he drew a wicked looking blade from a sheath on his belt.


Shell’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth to muffle a gasp. Maybe she hadn’t been as prepared as she’d thought to watch Copper take a life.


Yet she couldn’t tear her gaze away.


The rest of the men stood with spread legs, folded arms, and flat expressions as they watched Copper close the distance to Reaper. Pressing the blade against the man’s throat, he said, “This is for my President, his ol' lady, and Shell.” The venom in Copper’s voice had Shell’s eyes widening more than the act of blatant violence she was about to witness. He sounded like a different man. A lethal man completely capable of killing in cold blood. “This is for Shell most of all because an eleven-year-old girl should never have to live with the image of her father being gunned down. Rest in hell, motherfucker.”
Reaper laughed, making Shell flinch. The sound was so maniacal it could have been a psychotic movie villain’s cackle. And the man dared to do it while Copper held a deadly knife to his throat.


Insanity.


“There’s so much you don’t know Prez,” he said as though mocking Copper.


“Details don’t matter. You killed my president, now you die.”


Reaper might be a psychotic killer, but he was freaking brave. Not once did he cower, beg for his life, or break eye-contact with Copper. Just as Copper’s arm muscles flexed with the telltale sign of impending movement, Reaper said, “Too bad I didn’t notice the girl watching me that night. Might have taken her with me. She’da made a good plaything.”


The growl that came from Copper sent chills skittering across all Shell’s nerve endings. He didn’t bother speaking, just drew the blade across Reaper’s throat in one fluid motion.
Easy as slicing through butter.


Blood immediately flowed from the slash followed by a horrendous gurgling sound. This time, Shell couldn’t catch the shocked gasp before it left her mouth. The moment it was out, she held her breath and prayed no one heard. Copper didn’t so much as twitch. Zach watched the life drain from Reaper. Mav bounced his leg as though impatient to get the process over with.


But Rusty, Rusty met her gaze with a cold, sadistic stare. Shell gulped down the disgusting taste of bile that flooded her mouth.


As he glared at her, Rusty’s lips curled into a smile that could only be described as predatory.


The hairs on Shell’s arms stood straight on end. Something about that smile set her on edge because she’d swear it had nothing to do with Reaper’s death and everything to do with her.


Shit. Would he rat her out to Copper? The jerk would probably take great pleasure in that. Now that she’d been busted, she could only wait and see what fate had in store for her.

 

The link to my review on Iron Canuck:

 

http://christinewoinich.booklikes.com/post/1841606/family-loyalty-seeing-beyond-the-secrets-of-the-past

 

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