Monday, May 22

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WIRE 

BY LP LOVELL & STEVIE J. COLE

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 Tor 

Jude and I managed to salvage something beautiful from the war torn rubble of our lives, a blissful happiness that we paid for in blood. We fought our way here, leaving pieces of ourselves along the way. I thought this was the happily ever after in our twisted fairy tale, but I was wrong. 

Jude 

I may be free by definition. That freedom came at a heavy cost and my family is about to pay the price. At any moment, this façade will come crashing down. Hard. The life I've lived—that kind of world—it stains you, and no matter how hard you try, you can never escape its wrath. Not even in death. 

Love. 
 Fear. 
Loss. 

We're walking a wire and all that's beneath us is destruction.

REVIEW

 Well FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!

That ending!! I may have had a few choice words calling both authors not so nice names!! I mean come on!!!!!

He's back!!!!! After a few years of normalcy Jude and Tor's life takes a turn for the worse.

We left them blissfully happy with baby Cayla and now the past is catching them up.  It starts with a bang!  We follow Jude and Tor through some of the worst weeks of their lives.  Jude will do anything for his girls.  He tried to get out of the life he had but now he has no choice but to go back to the life he once knew in order to protect them. 

Tor thought the past was behind them until it arrives back with a vengeance in her own back yard.  Tor loves Jude to the end of the earth but if anything happens to her baby, nothing, not even Jude will stand in her way of protecting her. 

Where to start!!!  This is so action packed i got heart palpitations!! Edge of your seat, bite your nails, soil your undies, gripping story.  We have the Cartel, we have the Russian Mafia, we have drug lord allies, then we have Jude!! The infamous Bookie that is sought by all.  Jude is a major commodity and this is why everyone want's a piece of him.  Unfortunately this is his downfall.

Loved Jude in Wrong and Wrath.  This book see's him a little shell shocked shall we say.  He thought it was all over but now he has to get back to his old ways.  I love how protective he is of his girls.  He'll die for them both.  Nothing is off limits.  I also loved to see him break a little.  I can't wait for the next book because i think there will be no holds barred now!  He has nothing left to lose.

The chemistry between Jude and Tor is always simmering and this book is no different.  He craves Tor and she's addicted to him.  Both of them together will kill or be killed to protect Cayla.  There's plenty of heat and passion between them but you can also feel the helplessness they have at their situation.

Tor is pretty badass in this book.  She surprised me to be honest.  The scene where she fights her way out of an ambush is ahh maaa ziiing!! Go Tor!!! I think Cayla is her strength and brings out a whole other side to her. 

The story had me turning the pages so fast my app couldn't keep up!! I was desperate to see what happened next! 

As usual with these authors it was beautifully written and almost poetic in nature.  They make you care for someone who maybe you shouldn't.

The supporting characters are drawing me in.  Gabriel is intriguing and i can't wait to find out more about him.  Also the illusive Russian Ronan... what's his deal?? I need to know!!!!

Just brilliant!! If you loved Wrong and Wrath you will gush in numerous panties over this!!!

Bring on the next book!!!

Is it done yet?

Now?

Can we read it yet?

COME ON!!! HURRY!!!

5 brilliant "lost count of the kills" stars


Reviewed by Kerry



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"Yes it was wrong but it was SO fabulously right in every way that counts. We bloody LOVED Wrong." - TotallyBooked. 5 stars.

"HOLY HELL! This is one of the BEST romantic suspense novels I have read this year! WOW!" - I Love Storytime. 5 stars.

"This book blew my mind, sooooo fucking good!!" - Kitty Kats Crazy About Books. 5 stars.

Tor


My life was mapped out and planned to perfection. I knew exactly what I wanted and where I was going, until I was thrust into his world and ripped from mine. In the blink of an eye everything shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion. Now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want - perhaps not even my own freedom.

Jude


I'm the definition of wrong. I'm violent, I'm greedy, and I stop at nothing to win. I'm a notorious bookie and in my game paying with your life is not just a figure of speech. You lose, I collect. I take whatever you have. She’s collateral for a debt, and if that debt's not paid someone will die. This should be just business, so why can’t I kill her?
Everything is not always as it seems.
Lust. Blood. Lies.

Nothing this wrong should feel so right.


WRATH


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 Tor

Jude Pearson could just as well kill me as kiss me most days. He was my captor, my living hell, and yet, he became my saviour, my heart. Stupid. He's heartless, conditioned to feel nothing, and so I ran... straight into the clutches of his enemy. Joe Campbell wants Jude to suffer, and I just became a pawn in a very dangerous game.

Joe has broken me in every way, everything that I once was stripped away, and in its place is festering hatred and a rage so cold I feel nothing else. I have one purpose. Revenge.

Jude


Love makes you weak; it makes you irrational. She was collateral, completely innocent when she was unwillingly dragged into my corrupt world. With the damage I'd already caused her, I couldn't let her love me, so I let her go, and now...he has her.

No matter where she is, she will always be mine. This man has taken every-fucking-thing from me, and he has the last thing that matters to me. I will kill him. Slowly. Joe Campbell better run because the devil is fucking coming for him.

Sometimes two wrongs can make a right.

Rage.

Hate.

Revenge.

Our Wrath binds us, but it may also break us.



ABOUT THE AUTHORS

LP Lovell 

 
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. 

She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.


Stevie J. Cole


Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.

P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!

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Zachary Kennedy has never been known as a fighter, but he’ll never regret fighting for her…
I’m Zee Kennedy.
Quiet. Reserved. Predictable.
When my brother died, everyone thought I was just the good guy who stepped up to take his place in the band.
No one knew what I was hiding. The one thing I’ve been fighting for.
For seven years, I’ve never lost focus.
Not until one chance encounter with Alexis Kensington.
Now she’s become my greatest temptation.
I knew better than to touch her, but now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t get enough.
Her kiss becomes my air. Her body my salvation.
She needed a savior and somehow she became mine.
Taking her was a betrayal. But keeping her means risking everything.
One look at Alexis Kensington, and I know she’s worth the fight.
Will my past continue to keep me down or will I finally find the strength to pull myself up and Stand

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*** RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW *** Just a Little Junk by Stylo Fantome

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Title: Just a Little Junk
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Comedy Release Date: May 22, 2017
 
Blurb
Jodi Morgan is having a bad weekend.  After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she finds the last guy she'd danced with before blacking out.
Who is he? How did he get in there? How did he die? And oh dear lord, did she kill him!?
When her older brother's best friend offers to help, things start looking up. They've known each other since she was thirteen, and ten years later, he still treats her like a little kid - surely, committing felonies has to trigger some sort of spark. Together, they wind up going on an adventure that takes them all over Los Angeles. From raves to penthouses to strip clubs. All in the search for the answer to her question.
Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?
 
Warning: This book contains some dark humor, a lot of witty banter, and two characters making more bad decisions than good ones. Also contains adult themes, language, and graphic sexual activity.





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I'm pretty sure I say this after every Stylo Fantome book, but that woman can write anything and Just a Little Junk is proof positive. Every time I read one of her stories, I get something different. During this book giggled, guffawed and laughed out loud throughout the whole story. It was also sexy and intriguing and suspenseful and really so sweet. Jodi and Archer are deliciously crazy in a delightfully extreme situation and it was pure rom com gold. 

Jodi is having a bad day. First she wakes up with the hanger of all hangovers. Then she realizes she has a flat tire. And the cherry on top of the terrible start to her day is that instead of finding a spare tire in her trunk, she finds the body of the guy she danced with last night at the club. With no recollection of what happened after dancing much less who this guy is, she panics and runs to her older brother's best friend, Archer. Much to her relief, he agrees to help her try to remember what exactly happened last night so they can try to put the pieces together. As the weekend unfolds, Jodi tries to figure out who the dead guy is, why he's in her trunk and ya know, if she killed him. Their crazy weekend adventure takes them all over LA from high rise penthouses to the local strip club all in the name of figuring out who the dead guy is in Jodi's trunk.

This book was wonderfully different than anything I've read in a while. It was a bit over the top, a bit manic and totally unputdownable. In true Stylo style, we're given the story piece by piece so that we can experience this crazy ride along with the characters. Jo was a heroine who took no shizz from anyone. She kicked butt and took names. And she finds herself in the most ridiculous situations and yet is so endearingly strong. Archer is the best friend that you'd want by your side. He's protective but not stifling. He's able to see the lighter side of life but is still who you need when you need someone in your corner. And he's sex on a stick. These two together kept me in stitches, questioning everything and loving being along for their weekend ride. 


Reviewed by Paige

★★☆ 5 "Just a Little Different" Stars ☆★★

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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT. I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.



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Saturday, May 20

*** RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY *** The Tempest by Brit Constantine

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The Tempest

Brit Constantine

Publication date: May 26th 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance



They call him “The Tempest.”
England’s most feared heavyweight-boxing champion.
He despises the fame and glory, but it’s nothing compared to the hate he inflicts on himself. All he wants is to be left alone to live on his boat in misery.

When I line up for his autograph, it’s instant fireworks. But not the beautiful stars-shine-bright kind. He’s rude. Heartless. A ticking time bomb of rage.
Luckily, I’m not afraid to put a lit match to his fuse.
I upload a private video of him to my one-million-subscribers channel. The video goes viral.
The ex-Royal Marine nearly breaks down my studio door to flag me inappropriate…
…while I’m in the middle of a live streaming event.
I don’t tell him. I don’t switch off the camera. I keep recording, secretly playing to my audience. He should have checked if the camera was rolling, right?

It should be a shipwreck from the moment the storm hits.
It is.
And then … it isn’t.
Our attraction is painful, undeniable, and it’s like I am Eve and his lips are the apple, and damn if his tongue isn’t the snake.

I am the only girl who can put this broken man back together again.
But he knows the secret he is keeping will tear us apart. He knows it’ll force my hand to break ties with the only family I have left in the world.
But once The Tempest, the man with the iron heart, falls in love … he’ll crush anyone who dares to take me away from him.
I have no choice but to go down with his ship.
Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.


The Tempest is a contemporary romance story of love, comedy and treachery.

No cheating. No OW/OM. Standalone. HEA. 18+







EXCERPT:


I’m like a shooting bullet from a gun. Fast. Powerful. Deadly. She’ll get her shot. But right now, I want her to know just who is bigger, who is stronger.

“Now, is there anything you want to say to me?”

The room is pin-drop silent. I’ve always preferred silence, it’s easier that way to block out the dark in my head, detach from the world. But the sound of her incomprehensible response to the slightest touch of my body drowns out everything else. The sound of her submission is the only thing I want to hear. I could easily give up my life for it; spend every waking hour making her cum, just so I could hear those sounds for eternity.

“I…” she says weakly, finally speaking up. It’s a blunt contrast from her usual smug mouth. “I—”

She gasps suddenly, covering her mouth in shock, then snaps around to face the computer behind her. I hear the mouse click. I hear her swear.

Well, that’s a little strange… What the hell’s going on?

I watch her turn back around. Slowly. She looks like she’s seen a ghost. Grabbing my jeans, I put them on. I leave my chest exposed, riding high. “Now you know who’s in control, so don’t think you can humiliate me and get away—” I start to say, but she damn well cuts me off.

“I was live streaming.”

What the hell’s she going on about?

I grunt, meet her eyes defiantly. “What do you mean ‘live streaming’?”

“I mean … this whole love affair … was recorded live.” She hauls her thumb in the direction of a camera. “I was doing a live streaming event when you broke through my door … and … I thought it would be … entertaining …. to record us…”

What.

The.

Hell?

I pause, let the words sink in. “Is this some sick joke?” She shakes her head, and looks ready to provide some sympathy, some remorse, like a normal goddamn person. But then she laughs, like it’s the most hilarious thing to her. Like I am…

“Fresh meat to the slaughter?”

“Isn’t it always… between us? she replies, almost sinfully.

I feel my blood start to simmer with…

Bitterness. I hate that feeling of bitterness that wormed its way into my heart and festered away like so many maggots, consuming the dead flesh, leaving the tiny bit of good raw and painful. I tried to fight it, but nothing ever worked.

One girl and … boom.

Trying to take Felicity down is like being in the ring, except she makes me more breathless. It was an unfair match from the start. Boxing is the sport of kings or something. But this — her — is the damn opposite — she is the sport for the poor and the desperate, men willing to break their minds, hearts and souls. And she just stands there, laughing, raising the anticipation levels, probably hoping for a longer fight and baying for more blood — my blood.

Looking at her, I feel my heart pound harder against my ribcage, but it isn’t anger fuelling it. I didn’t think I’d care about anything ever again. Stuff people care about, like babies and kittens and rainbows and shit. But all that shit could make me smile — genuinely smile knowing she’s in the universe.

Twenty-nine’s not that old, but joining the Army at sixteen, spending my teenage years learning to blow shit up … and after what happened … all those years ago … after what I … the reasons I’ve been living a bitter, twisted life … it’s made me feel older than my actual years. But since meeting her, I feel young, dumb and full of … yeah … I feel alive.

I’m known to rip heads off for the slightest error, so what I do next surprises the hell out of me. My eyes meet the warm brown eyes of the girl who is my Achilles’ heel.

Felicity Saint James.

Ah, hell.

I’m all hers.








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Title: All That I Am
Series: Men of Monroe #1 Author: Rachel Brookes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2017

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A kickass home décor boutique – tick
A sassy mouth and absolutely no filter – tick
A wall so strong no man could ever tear it down - tick, tick, tick!
Or so I thought.
Until I meet Detective Ben Hunt, the owner of exquisite blue eyes, a god-like physique and a seductive smirk that makes me weak at the knees. He charges into my life like a force of nature. No matter how hard I try to keep the walls up around my heart, he’s made it his mission to shatter them. I have no chance of resisting him, but I would make sure I won this tug of war.
Which was what I wanted.
Right? When did the idea of losing myself to him start to sound so good?
I wish Ben was the only battle I faced. There’s a reason this small town needs a good detective. One way or another I’m going to have to brace for impact, because no wall I build can stop the new threat thundering toward Monroe.
After all, secrets only stay a secret for so long around here.
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SASHA Thirteen years earlier.
“Mom! I’m home.” Summer break had arrived, and all I could think about was lying out with Missy, shopping trips into the city with Mom, and spending Sundays dancing and causing underage havoc at my family’s bar, Hamilton’s. I shrugged off my bag, dropped it on the couch, and then strolled through the house, listening for any signs of where my mom was. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I stopped. The familiar aroma of chocolate didn’t greet me, and my mom’s perfume didn’t linger in the air. I turned around quickly and looked to the counter where a fresh plate of brownies always sat on Friday afternoons. But today, for the first time, there was nothing. I left the kitchen and searched the house. Living room. Empty. Dining room. Empty. Bathroom. Empty. Everywhere. Empty. I began to panic. After school, I never arrived home to an empty house. Mom made it very clear that she’d always be here when Drew and I got home. For as long as I could remember, she’d told us that her favorite thing about being a Mom was being able to be home for us. Now she wasn’t here. “Sasha.” I jumped at Dad’s voice calling my name behind me. I turned quickly, smiling, expecting to find Dad and Mom together. As soon as I saw him on his own, my smile fell. He stood in the foyer with his arms folded across his chest, and he didn’t look like my Dad. He looked like a shadow of himself. His eyes would always twinkle when he looked at me, but now they showed nothing but sadness. “Where’s mom?” I asked as my heart raced. “Come here, Sash,” Dad said low, his voice cracking. Hesitantly, I moved toward him. When I was within reach, his hand shot out and grabbed mine and I was pulled toward him. “Dad, what’s going on?” We moved through the house in silence. Every step I took, my anxiety soared and my confusion grew. What was going on? Dad held open the back door, and I stepped out onto the porch. Drew leaned against the railing, looking out over the yard, but turned when he heard us arrive. His face was as blank as Dad’s. I took a seat on the porch swing and held one of the yellow cushions Mom and I had purchased during one of our epic shopping trips close to my chest. “Where’s mom?” I asked softly. “What’s going on?” If it were anyone else, including Dad, I would of thought he was at the store or at work, but not Mom. She was always here. Our family had traditions. Friday’s were our time. Dad, Mom, Drew, and me. “I love you more than anything, Sasha,” Dad said, his voice strangled with emotion and his eyes shimmering with tears. He sucked in a deep breath before saying the words that would forever change my life. “She’s gone, Baby Girl. She left.” Gone. Left. His words hit me hard. My throat closed as his words sunk in. The tormented look shadowing his face didn’t lie, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to believe there was some kind of mistake, but why would my Dad lie to me about something like this? Gone and left were final. There was no mistaking what they meant. “Baby Girl, did you hear me?” “What do you mean she’s gone?” I stammered, as the first tear fell over my cheek. Dad wrapped his arms around me and hauled me against his chest. The usual comfort his arms provided had no chance of healing the hurt spiraling through me. There was no way she’d leave. Why would she have told me this morning that she breathed for us? That her heart beat for us. My mother was everything I dreamt of becoming, and now I was being told she was gone? “This can’t be real.” I shook my head. “There has to be a mistake.” My voice became more frantic and louder with every word. “How do you even know she’s gone? Maybe she’s just at the store. Or popped into work.” I was clutching onto anything that would lessen the pain tearing through me. “She isn’t at the store.” Dad spoke softly. “She isn’t at Hamilton’s either.” I tore myself away from Dad and ran back inside. I had to see for myself. I went into every room and found nothing. I hesitated outside my parent’s room and then slowly entered. The dresser was bare. Mom's jewelry was gone, her favorite perfume gone, her lipstick gone. I stumbled into the closest and was smacked in the face with a brutal reality. Mom’s clothes, shoes, and her suitcase were gone. Nothing was left. Everything was gone. Feeling numb, I walked into my room and lay on my bed. I buried my face in my pillow as the first sob left my chest. Tears saturated my pillow, and my chest ached from trying to catch my breath. As I pulled the pillow closer, the crinkle of paper sounded. With shaking hands, I pulled out a folded piece of paper from beneath my pillow and held my breath as I saw my mom’s familiar handwriting. I inhaled sharply and unfolded it. Baby girl, Please never forget how much I love you. You will always be in my heart, and every breath I take is for you. Forgive me, Mom x The words became blurry as fresh tears hit my eyes. Why would she do this? My mother chose to leave me? Why wasn’t I enough? My chest screamed at me. The pain was excruciating, and I felt like my heart was going to stop. I didn’t hear my bedroom door open and didn’t know anyone was in my room until I felt my bed dip beside me. “Squirt, come here,” Drew whispered as he grabbed my hand and pulled me against his body. I went willingly to him and crashed against his chest. His arms circled me, and I cried against his shirt, soaking the cotton with hot, heartbreaking tears. “How could she do this?” I choked out through another wave of tears. “What did we do wrong?” “We did nothing. You did nothing wrong.” The strength in his voice made me look up at him. “We are the Hamilton kids. We will get through this. I promise you, Sasha.” My brother. My protector. “I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you again. You have my word and my protection for life.” I believed him.
I had to believe him.
Author Bio

Rachel Brookes is from the east coast of Australia and writes angst ridden love stories with a pinch of craziness, a dash of drama, a cup of romance, and a bucket load of sexiness. With five novels currently published, she is constantly writing and getting ready to release her next hero and heroine into the world. An avid reader, Rachel can often be found with her kindle in her hand, and getting lost in a happily ever after. She has an unhealthy obsession with The Walking Dead, and social media, and loves hearing from readers.
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Friday, May 19

*** COVER REVEAL *** Just a Little Junk by Stylo Fantome

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Title: Just a Little Junk
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Comedy Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs Release Date: May 22, 2017
 
Blurb
Jodi Morgan is having a bad weekend.  After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she finds the last guy she'd danced with before blacking out.
Who is he? How did he get in there? How did he die? And oh dear lord, did she kill him!?
When her older brother's best friend offers to help, things start looking up. They've known each other since she was thirteen, and ten years later, he still treats her like a little kid - surely, committing felonies has to trigger some sort of spark. Together, they wind up going on an adventure that takes them all over Los Angeles. From raves to penthouses to strip clubs. All in the search for the answer to her question.
Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?
 
Warning: This book contains some dark humor, a lot of witty banter, and two characters making more bad decisions than good ones. Also contains adult themes, language, and graphic sexual activity.






Author Bio

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT. I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.



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Thursday, May 18

*** COVER REVEAL *** Tied by Carian Cole

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Title: Tied
Series: Devils Wolves #2
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cover to Cover Design
Cover Photograph: Regina Wamba
 Release Date: June 26, 2017


Blurb
He was the myth and the legend of our small town. But no one knew the truth... except me.
Me
My childhood was stolen by a monster. I’ve forgotten what love feels like. What happiness feels like. What hope feels like. I am numb.
Him
 
He’s possibly as damaged as I am. Maybe even more. Scarred just as much on the inside as the outside. Just like me. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. He hides in the woods like an animal.  I should be scared of him. But I’m not. He’s the only one that has ever made me feel. And I want to make him feel, too. everything...
 




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I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives. Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.




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