Tuesday, September 29, 2015

EARLY RELEASE PROMO - THESE BATTERED HANDS


These Battered Hands
Laurel Ulen Curtis
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2015
Cover Reveal: September 9, 2015
Cover Designer: Hang Le

 
 

 


 
These Battered Hands is $2.99, so grab your copy early before the price increases.




Blurb:

 

Callie

Blood, sweat, hard work, and a disconcerting lack of tears—my entire life—was meant to culminate in a flourish of glory and significance.

I’d thought I’d always known exactly what that meant.

But I’d had the timing wrong by about three minutes.

I knew now.

This moment wasn’t everything. The one person I found myself wanting more than anything during it was.


Nik


One preconceived notion can haunt you for the entirety of your life.

I thought I owed it to myself and to everyone who’d ever backed me to do what was expected. What was right. What I was supposed to do.

But nothing is forbidden in love. Not circumstances or propriety or the denial of the object of said affection.

I knew now.

This was it.

If I wanted it, I had to take it.

 

This gymnastics love story is more than grips, rips, and battered hands.

For Calia Nickleson and Nikolai Bagrov, it was everything.

 
 

 
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About Laurel Ulen Curtis

 
 
 
Laurel Ulen Curtis is a 28 year old mother of one. She lives with her husband and son (and cat!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over the United States. She graduated from Rutgers University in 2009 with a Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and puts that to almost no use other than forecasting for her friends and writing a storm chasing heroine! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and reading and writing Romance novels. Shes also addicted to Coke. The drink, not the drug.

 
 
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Excerpt:

 

His eyes were like actual pools of watermoving, flowing, and changing color along with depth. Each time his focus shifted, so did mine, zeroing in on a new fleck of deep blue and trying to help it float through the much more abundant aqua. Their magnetism made it hard to focus on his words, but I wouldnt have traded those moments spent studying their nuances for all of the words in the dictionary.

Sure, looks were shallow and words could mean everything, but in those split seconds when his eyes changed before my own, I would have sworn on my every Olympic medal it was the opposite.

And right now, I needed the comfort of that feeling. I needed it to swaddle me in its warmth and make everything feel right again.

The word wrong had never been a concept worthy of my focus, but as I tried to make sense of what was happening, denying its existence was no longer an option.

Up felt like down and left very nearly tricked me into believing it was right.

Voices called out to me constantly and on repeat, but none of them were the one I wanted. Like they were speaking through water, every pronunciation of my name seemed foreign and unwelcome, and my brain did nothing but scream another.

I tried valiantly to talk my uncooperative body into bending to my will, but for the first time in my life it wouldnt.

Digging deep down into my gut, I found the last vestiges of my energy and willed them into one single action.

Into one single word.

Nik.

Priorities shifted and silence mocked me.

My entire life had been a series of events all specifically driven toward this very moment. Id known all of my work was meant to culminate in a flourish of glory and significance. Id known thered be a second in time when I knew why each part of my life had played out the way it had. Why Id worked, why Id sweat, why Id fought to keep going well after most peoples journeys were done.

Id even known it would probably happen nowon this stage, in front of all of these people.

Id just had the timing wrong by about three minutes.

But I knew now.

This was it.

The thing I found myself wanting most during this momentthat was everything.

He was everything.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Review Wolfsgate by Cat Porter





Title: Wolfsgate
Author: Cat Porter
Series: Standalone
Release Date: November 20th 2014


Synopsis

My resurrection, they call it.

They have no bloody idea.

Shipwrecked and lost, left for dead,
Abandoned by my own family.
Drugged and addicted.

My wife saved me, brought me home.
I didn’t even know I had a wife—can I trust her?
I know I want her.
Desperately.
We are two of a kind—the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected.

Bitter disappointments, painful secrets, age-old jealousies are my new shipwreck,
and my wife my new opium.

Is satisfaction to be found in revenge or revenge in satisfaction?
One thing I do know, without each other we’re both doomed.


Wolfsgate

A sensual 18th century tale of deception, revenge, and two souls hungering for love and absolution.



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Author Bio

I daydream all the time, "what if" way too much, and am a lip-biting romantic. And I don't want to be cured of any of those. Ever.



Books by Cat Porter

Lock & Key series

Lock & Key #1
Random & Rare #2
Iron & Bone #3 --- COMING SOON


Wolfsgate


  
I love historical romance novels. I also love Cat's writing. So when I found out she wrote one, I jumped right onto the ride and I don't regret one second or page of it.

First, let me tell you that this book is not a fluffy historical romance; it's a little bit darker, has a certain Bronte-esqe feel to it, yet it also brings of Austen, with certain characters and scenes.

Second, Lord Brandon Graven. Yes, this man deserves a paragraph dedicated to him in my review. Poor guy has been drugged out of his mind in a hospital, all alone, without anyone knowing he was still alive after a shipwreck. But he gets back to his rightful place, however everything has changed. Nothing is the way he had left it, when he went off to Jamaica, a few years prior. He wakes up married to a girl he grew up with, with no recollection of how and when that happened.

Now, our heroine may be a pawn used against the hero, but she's no delicate flower. She's actually strong and she's intelligent, outsmarting the bad guys and making sure everything is as it should be. Justine is a combination of Jane Eyre and Lizzie Bennett, if you will. At least, that's how I see her.

Of course, this book has some really HOT scenes - oh, that Lord Brandon and those beads - but it also has a few secrets that need to be told, lies, deception, schemes, and games.

Yes, there was a moment when I thought my heart would stop and I was thinking, "No, he wouldn't!", so I skipped ahead a few pages, then went back to read the ones I've skipped. What can I say, I was so invested in this story, in these characters and what was happening, that I was this close to banging my kindle against a hard surface, had he truly were to have done it. He didn't, so all was well.

I know that's all cryptic but believe me, you need to read this to experience the feels by yourself. If I tell you all about them, what remains for you to experience?

I loved this book, I do hope there will be more, and I am rating it 4.5 - 5 stars. Because really, Lord Brandon and his damn beads.

"Lord Graven, I thought you were controlling your urges."
"My urges for you are particularly strong these days. The one happy aftereffect of the opiate. It ceaselessly demands satisfaction."
 

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Swoon-Worthy BBFs List




Lord Robichaux




Oswald 'Ozzie' 




Benjamin Dash




Wyatt 'Wrath' Ramsey

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Julian Rivera

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Joseph 'Joe' Jensen

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Marcos Rivera

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Jack McCabe

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Oliver King

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Lord Brandon Graven

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Nikolai Kotova

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Decker Kendrick


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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Reviews Beneath These Scars, Beneath series by Meghan March






Title: Beneath These Scars
Author: Meghan March
Series: Beneath
Release Date: September 22nd 2015 


Synopsis 



I'm the guy you love to hate.
In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I've got the scars to prove it.
That role works fine for me, because I'm sure as hell not anyone's hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.
She's nobody's damsel in distress, but I can't help but want to save her anyway.
I guess we're about to find out if there's a hero buried … beneath these scars.

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About Meghan March




Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.


 

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Lucas
SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He'd already gotten the girl, and I wasn't about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.
My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.
Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn't paid a million to get my ass kicked. I'd done it because that night at the charity auction I'd been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might've gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.
I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con's jaw and snapped his head to the side.
Yeah. That's right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.
Shit, that's going to hurt tomorrow.
I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.
There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.
Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.
Vanessa.
She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.
My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.
One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive "lesson."
I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn't share my humor.
"Goddamn it!" he roared. "Are you fucking serious?"
It was like stabbing a bull with a matador's sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.
"Should've expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker." Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he'd been giving me.
Good. You aren't better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.
He might've gotten the girl, but I wasn't going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.
"Should've expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk," I shot back.
Con feinted and swung again, but I'd been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.
I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con's left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.
The taste of victory was sweet. "First blood," I said under my breath.
Apparently my words weren't quiet enough because Con's head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. "This ain't a fuckin' duel, you piece of shit."
"It sure isn't a friendly competition either."
"Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn't you?"
My lips twisted into a mocking smile. "I sure didn't pay a million to have you show me up."
Con dropped his hands and shook his head. "Just when I thought you weren't a complete fucking asshole."
"You were wrong," I replied, turning for the ropes.
Con's fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I'd have a scar to match his, but it didn't matter. One more scar wouldn't hurt my banged-up face.
I roared as I charged, but I didn't get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.
"You're not half bad when you're not being a shady rich prick," Lord's voice said in my ear.
I lunged toward Con, but Lord's grip only tightened. "Get your goddamn hands off me," I growled at him.
Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. "When you calm the hell down and realize you're making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women."
I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa's. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.
Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.
"You're also not half bad when you're paying attention—and when you're not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you've overstayed your welcome."
I jerked at the arms trapping me. "Call off your dog, and I'm gone."
"You ever want another round, it's gonna cost you two million next time," Con said.
"For another chance to make you bleed? I'd pay even more."
Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn't want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.
Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn't know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn't move from her to take in the fourth woman.
Colson came up beside me. "Who knew there'd be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?"
I turned toward him. "Give any of them a shot, and you'll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor."
Ryder shrugged off my comment. "Go get your shit. I'll wait."
He was gone before I could tell him he didn't need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO'd on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I'd never be welcome.
Good thing I didn't give a fuck.
I'd showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.
For today.
I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.


 Reviews

Shanda

3.5 Stars - Well I have to say Ms. March made me (yes “made me” because I love her books) read a story with a billionaire and I liked it. Lucas and Yve are both scarred by events in their past, so even though they are hot for each other they have a hard time facing the idea of a relationship.

Lucas Titan is convinced he is the bad guy due to some damage from his past but he is really a good guy deep down. Yve is dealing with scars of her own in the form of a bad past relationship. She is also in the process of trying to buy the Dirty Dog and make it her own. Yve has lost a little faith in herself but is determined to do it on her own. Lucas is trying to push his way in so he can have her to himself but he also wants to fix things for her. Lucas means well, he has the means to make life better for her and wants to. Yve is too damn stubborn and is fighting him every step of the way.

I loved the chemistry between Lucas and Yve. Two scarred people that weren’t looking for love but found it anyway. I think Yve is my least favorite of all the Beneath series heroines. I was frustrated with how long it took Yve to admit she wanted and needed Lucas. It made the ending feel a bit rushed because she spent most of the book saying no. Beneath These Scars was a great read especially if you love Ms. March’s books. You get a Alpha male, great side characters,and plenty of steam.

I can’t wait for Hennessy’s book it looks like he is going have a sassy female on his hands.


ARC provided via Rockstar Lit PR in exchange for an honest review*


Iza

Ah, Mr. Titan, I was not a fan of yours, but now I am.

There's just something about this series, this author's style that always pulls me in. I love her characters, I like that each story is different, each character is different. They follow the beat of their own drum, not really caring about what anyone has to say. I.e. Lord and Elle.

But this book is about Lucas Titan, the guy we didn't like in Beneath This Ink, because he was blackmailing the girl, in order to get her. As soon as I figured out who his other half will be, I wanted to read this book.

Yve Santos has a past few people know about. We get an idea from the previous books what it could be, but the entirety of it? I wasn't expecting that, and you'll see what it is.

I knew Lucas had it bad, too. It actually hurt me to see how low he thought of himself; the emotional scars he carried. Again, I wasn't expecting what actually happened, my mind was on different scenarios, but it all makes sense.

Now, these two, together? Hate and angry sex is how they come together. You can't really expect something else. They don't like each other.

My heart broke in a few places, and I wanted to go all momma bear on some of the other characters *cough* Con *cough* and pull Lucas to my bosom, and never let go. He was so misunderstood! It was killing me.

Yve... I get her, I do but she was just too stubborn. I get stubborn, I get reluctance but she kind of took it to a whole new level. Lucas was confused, himself, running hot and cold.

In other words, it took them a while to get there. It took them more than I would have expected. It took them more than the other characters. And this is that difference I was talking about.

I decided to rate it 4 stars, due to Yve's major stubborness - she could have toned it down a little, if you ask me - but Lucas has kind of dethroned Con, for me. Not Lord, though. He'll always be my #1.

***I have received this copy in exchange of my honest review via NetGalley. Thank you.***
 
 
 




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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Blog Tour ~ The Dark Ones by Rachel Van Dyken

The Dark Ones 

Release Date: Sept 20, 2015

BLURB

To touch a Dark One is death. 

To talk to an immortal is suicide. 

Yet, I've been marked by both. 

A Vampire. 

And the King of the immortals. 

My life is no longer my own. 

And now I know the truth, my life was never mine to begin with. 

It was theirs. 

It's always been theirs.





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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today 

Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you 

can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The 

Bachelor. 

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EXCERPT 

"Ethan, a word?" Alex stood.

"Sure." Ethan kissed the top of my head and left the room while Mason started rummaging 

around the kitchen; pots and pans clanged together, and then he pulled out a giant piece of 

steak.

"I hope that's not for me." I pointed.

"Protein…" He threw the steak into the pan. "…feeds the blood, which feeds the mate, which, in 

turn, feeds you."

"You gonna start singing Circle of Life?" I joked.

"Circle of life?" he repeated.

"Lion King?"

"Cassius is king."

I looked helplessly to Stephanie, who was trying to hide her smile behind her hand.

"Have you seriously never watched Lion King?"

"Werewolves are scared of TV," Stephanie said with a soft laugh.

"And sirens are afraid of the dark," he fired back, while she shuddered. "I'm not afraid of the TV. 

I just don't see the point in sitting in front of a flat box and watching people make fools of 

themselves."

"He'd rather be the fool." Stephanie nodded and winked in my direction.

"Mason…" I walked over to him and put my head on his shoulder. "How about I eat the steak 

and we watch Lion King?"

"No."

"Dances with Wolves?"

Stephanie snickered loudly behind her hand.

"Wolves do not dance," Mason growled.

"Oh, we know." Stephanie nodded. "I've seen it once. Don't care to see it again."

"Too much whiskey." Mason kissed the top of my head. "Eat the whole steak, and then we'll talk 

about King Lion."

"Lion King."

"Same thing."

I sighed helplessly and went to sit at the table while Mason cooked.

Stephanie gave me a side hug. "Eight tomorrow morning, alright?"

"Great."

"Bed." She shrugged. "It's been a long night." Her eyes misted again.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." Her voice cracked. "Like Alex said, we get emotional. Can't help it."

It felt like she was lying, but I was human, how would I know? I nodded and turned my attention 

back to Mason, who'd started searing the steak.

"So you cook meat but refuse to eat it?"

"I'm a vegetarian." He smiled. I'd never realized how pointy his teeth were on the sides. Maybe 

that's how he'd been able to bite into me before Ethan had mated with me.

"Your teeth say otherwise." I pointed. "Flat means vegetarian. Pointy means carnivore."

Mason rolled his eyes. "I didn't say it was natural for me to be a vegetarian."

"Okay… so why?"

He let out a heavy sigh. "Meat made my mate sick… for one reason or another. It gave her 

headaches. She only ate fruits, vegetables, nuts." He flipped the steak. "So I learned to like 

other foods."

"And now?"

He went very quiet, his eyes focusing in on the steak. "Now…" His voice was hoarse. "I honor 

her with my every meal."

My throat clogged with emotion.

The fact that he honored her at all — but with every single meal — killed me. How did he 

survive that? How did he live every day having known true love? And know he may never 

experience it again — living forever?

"Don't pity me." Mason let out a gruff growl. "It makes it harder."

"Sorry," I whispered. "So pinecones, huh?"

He laughed. "Yes, well, it's an acquired taste."

"I bet."

My heart picked up speed, and then I smelled him. Ethan entered the room, briskly walking by 

me, kissing my head. "Steak almost done?"

"I'm a perfectionist." Mason held up his hands. "Let the juices seal."

Ethan scrunched up his nose. "Her blood tastes better than that steak."

"Yes, well, her blood tastes good because she's living. She's living because I feed her."

"Werewolf has a point," I teased. "Besides, if I eat my whole steak, we're going to watch Lion 

King!"

"Whose king?" Ethan tilted his head. "What lion? Mason's a wolf."

And that's how I ended up spending my evening between a vampire and a werewolf, eating 

steak and watching a Disney movie while they argued over the animal kingdom, not to mention 

the lion's choice in song.

It felt right.

Like I'd finally found my place.

My home.

I had no idea that the security I felt was about to get ripped from me, from the very people I'd 

put my trust in.





REVIEWS

At first, the word that comes to mind is "chaotic". There was so much going on and I wasn't understanding anything. Then I realized, duh, I understand what Genesis understands, as we're looking at most of this through her eyes and living the moment with her. Obviously we know nothing, since we've been lied to our whole lives... but, why?


This book was fast, intense, intriguing, and I must say, pretty hot!! Ethan and Cassius and Mason? Yes, please!! 

The Lion King scene? adorkable and funny! I love, love, love Mason. He makes a great were-friend to Genesis. He's kind of fatherly to her, its so cute! 

There were a lot of things I did NOT see coming and I think RVD has a fantastic imagination. I'm not sure if this is her first PNR, but she friggen nailed it, then slapped it in the arse, and made it her bitch 

I give this a 4.5 green-eyed stars