Monday, 6 April 2015

Without Me release


THE LAST MEN OF INKED BOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE!
Author: Chelle Bliss 
  Title: Without Me 
  Series: Men of Inked #7 (Final book in the series)

Synopsis:
I’d led a selfish existence.
I liked who I was. Hell, I loved myself. Women threw themselves at me and I took what they offered without remorse. I promised them nothing. I sank my teeth into life, holding on to the bitch like my very existence depended on it. Time passed. Women came and went. The second I let my guard down and released the hold I had on life... What was my award for such carelessness? A love so spectacular and heart wrenching that it threw me for a loop. When I was in too deep to escape, my greatest fears became reality. This is my story. My downfall. My salvation.

 


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Friday, 3 April 2015

Love M.D. Tour

Love M.D. Blog Tour
Title: Love M.D.
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance with Elements of Suspense
Release Date: Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Love M.D. Synopsis
As an accomplished interior designer in San Francisco’s Bay Area, Zoe Jenkins is used to transforming empty spaces into masterpieces. She leaves little square footage in her personal life for anything outside of her thriving business and a renewed relationship with her twin brother. After a decade spent ripped apart by circumstance and an entire ocean’s distance she depends on no one but him. Until a sexy surgeon walks into her life.
Although Zoe can’t deny her attraction to the charming and benevolent Morgan Drake, he’s on her mental list of everything she should avoid. Past experience taught Zoe that dating clients compromises business. Add a not-yet-dissolved marriage to the mix and Doctor Hottie is definitely Doctor Off-limits.
Dr. Morgan Drake is surprised at the undeniable chemistry he feels when he’s in the same room as Zoe. The strikingly beautiful and introverted designer he hired to fill his new-start, new-city home makes it abundantly clear there will never be anything between them. But twelve years of medical school breeds persistence. He sets out to pursue the pants off Zoe Jenkins and show her what her empty spaces are missing. 
But intense passion and amazing sex have a way of masking secrets—secrets that unravel a dangerous web of drugs, fraud and corruption that turn Zoe’s empty, quiet spaces into a world where nothing is as it seems. With her life on the line, the good doctor responsible for her fiercest betrayal might just be the only one worthy of her finest interior masterpiece—this time, of her heart. 

About The Author
Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released in February, 2014. Love M.D. is her third novel.

My Review 
Holy cow ,,,, that was one hell of a story ,,, it started a little slow to begin with but then BAM ,,, it hit you and oh my what a ride
Hot guy? ,,, Yep
Strong woman? ,,, damn right
Hot sex? ,,, hell yeh 
Angst? ,,, oh goodness yes ,,, heaps
Now that's one steamy roller coaster ride that's gonna keep you guessing right till the end ,,, you think you know what's going to happen,,, then you think something else ,,, and then guess what? You'll be wrong and it's something completely different ,,, even if you get some of it right you'll not get it all that's for sure :)
Basic idea of the story (I won't be giving too much away) ,,, we have a woman who has had it tough ,,, almost everyone that she has loved has left her life one way or another ,,, now the walls are built and her life seems to be on track, although lonely, she is moving forward ,,, until she meets her new client ,,,, Dr Drake ,,, he too has his own history ,,, the past has not been easy for him either ,,, but the attraction between the pair is undeniable ,,, Zoe hides behind her walls but Morgan is persistent ,,, they eventually come crumbling down 
Unfortunate events occur soon after resulting in her walls to be made again ,,, left with just a couple of people in her life and dazed by the life Morgan is the one to stick by her side ,,, vowing to be there for her through tough times ,,, and man o man were they tough 
There's a whole lotta stuff going down from here on but you'll have to read the book ,,, you'll not be disappointed ,,, I don't want to spoil it for any of you ,,, it takes a few unexpected turns here and there ,,, but it's a brilliant book that will leave your head spinning :)
I really do recommend this book I've enjoyed reading it and I'd like to think you would too :) ,,, if you like angst and suspense with a bit of steamy too this is definitely a good option to pick :)

Excerpt PG-13
Belvedere. The name of my next stop reminds me of my life growing up in France. Seeing the small island in the distance as I drive along Tiburon Boulevard, my mind drifts back to my time in the small village just outside the Côte d’Azur named Belvédère.
Belvedere, San Francisco, however, is a very affluent community on a little island outside of San Francisco. I’ve had clients in the area in the past, but not recently. I navigate through the narrow street then pull up to the stately open gates. As I drive down the steep, zigzag driveway, it almost feels like I’m driving down Lombard Street in San Francisco.
Soon, the elegant contemporary with well-manicured grounds shows her beautiful face. With an attractive stone front and cubed windows that touch the gables, I know the inside of this house will be flooded with light. Through the trees at the bottom of the hill, San Francisco Bay shimmers.
Glancing at my watch, I notice I’m a few minutes early. I take a second to make sure my satchel and portfolio are in order and touch up my make-up.
I knock on the door and tap my boot lightly on the beige and grey slate porch. I’m ready to get this consultation over and done with. I love my job, but after driving to San José today plus meeting three other clients, I need a bed.
I ring the doorbell. When I get no response, I ring a second and third time. I know someone must be home because faint sounds of ’OneRepublics Counting Stars filter around the glass entry doors. A black motorcycle and a black Tesla are parked in the attached garage. In a detached garage at the end of the driveway is a black Land Rover. Rows of vibrant rainbow-colored paper line the walls, a total contradiction for a lover of all things black.
Just as I’m about to pull my cell from my pocket to search for the number Jada gave me, I hear a distant, “Just a minute,” from inside.
A younger man, probably a year or two older than me, opens the door. He’s practically naked-dripping wet with a buff and rugged body, black hair and hazel eyes. Despite my five-inch heels, he hovers at least six inches above me. Wearing only swimming trunks, he’s hot as hell. My first thought is Zach telling me “your fingers can’t do the job forever.” Perhaps he can. I find myself distracted by the specimen that stands before me, and for a second, I forget why I’m here.
“Yes. May I help you?”
His deep voice snaps me back to reality. “Oh, yes. I’m here to see Doctor Drake, please.”
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
Surprised, I ask, “You’re Doctor Morgan Drake?”
“That would be me.” A dimple appears on his left cheek.
I feel a bit warm inside. Oh là là.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I was expecting someone much older. I’m Zoë,” I say, outstretching my hand to shake his.
He hesitates, “Zoë?”
“Yes, Zoë Jenkins… your eight o’clock. Jada Kole set this up.”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” he says, raking his fingers through his wet hair. “I thought you’d be here at eight in the morning.”
“She must have misunderstood. I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back then,” I say, about to turn away.
Quickly, he takes my hand then brings his other hand in to sandwich mine. “No, Zoë.”
His hold is firm yet tender, and despite the dampness that surrounds my hand, an unusual warmth accompanies his grasp. Our eyes meet, and for an instant, we stare at each other in silence. At the same moment, we pull away. The connection between us perplexes me, and a few butterflies flutter inside me.
“You’re here. Please come in.” He steps aside and gestures me in, directing me around the droplets of water that circle his feet.
“Are you sure? It’s not a problem for me to return in the morning.”
“I’m sure. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll go throw some clothes on. Then we can talk.”
Pas à cause de moi, je l’espère… [Not on account of me, I hope…]
“Please… make yourself as comfortable as possible,” he says before heading up the glass staircase.
As he walks away, I take a moment to admire the delightful creature that climbs the stairs-his firm ass, well defined back, and from that tan, I guess he spends a lot of time in that pool I see in the distance. Every contour starting from the top of his broad shoulders to his well-toned calves clinches as he climbs the stairs, and I feel the heat rise in my body.
Très, très, très, sexy…

Love M.D. Sound Track
2.       Lenny Kravitz, Fly Away
3.       Au Clair de la Lune
4.       Sarah McLachlan, Angel
5.       Chris Isaacs, Wicked Game

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Social Media Links
www.RebeccaRohman.com



Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Stay For Me Tour








SYNOPSIS:

Eli Sabatino, determined to make a name for himself amid Seaside, New Jersey’s nightlife, has laid out the perfect plan for success. But that plan didn’t include Layla, the hopeful bartender who walked in for an interview. He knows, as an employee, this blonde bombshell is off-limits but he can’t fight the undeniable force of attraction that pulls him toward her.

Layla Del Duca has the weight of the world on her shoulders. With a full course load, a boyfriend, a sister to take care of, and an alcoholic mother, she needs to regain control of her life. Her job at Fierce is priority number one. But a complication she didn’t expect looms behind the eyes of Eli, her handsome new boss.

Emotions collide full force and they can no longer turn a blind eye to what their hearts are telling them.

But, can their passion survive when Eli can no longer promise the one thing Layla asks of him? Will everything change? Will he stay?

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REVIEW:
HOLY SMOKES ,,, I've read Megan's work prior to this and I have loved them all ,,, but this one ,,,, wow ,,, just wow ,,, I think this is by far my favourite book ,,, it has really gotten to me ,,, evoking emotions that aren't common for me to feel from books ,,, so with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat is easy for my to say that this is one seriously good book people 

I will not spoil this book for you don't worry about that but what I will tell you is that you will meet one of the strongest and bravest female characters ,,, she's had a rough start ,,,no that's an understatement,,, and through it all she keeps her head high and her pride in tact ,,, facing an awful life and only being able to live day by day she makes the best of what she has ,,, she has to ,,, her sister is her motivation ,,, her mum isn't worthy of the title and she will not fail her sister like she has been failed 

She applies for a job and it is then that she meets Eli ,,, her new boss ,,,her HOT new boss ,,, but she has a boyfriend ,,, again not worthy of the title ,,, and so will not cross lines with Eli

Eli is not a settle down kind of guy ,,, so when he meets Layla he doesn't expect what he gets ,,, with each moment they share they become closer ,,, she evokes feelings he never thought possible ,,, but she is a mystery ,,, if he could just get through those walls ,,,, and he does

When a girl has had nothing she struggles to accept help,,, when she has no other choice she opens herself up ,,, when a guy knows no happiness in the family sense beyond a sister and niece he struggles to deal with certain feelings ,,, both with good hearts they come together,,,exactly where they should be ,,, Layla lets on more than she realises ,,, Eli pays attention

Finally the cloud has moved and brighter skies are filling their lives ,,, but how long can it last??? Will it last 

This book has broken me more than I thought it would ,,,you have been warned 

Highly recommend this book to all



EXCERPT:

Layla smiles. “It’s nice to see them back together.”
“It is, makes my life a hell of a lot easier.”
“Why’s that?”
I glance over at her. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks are flushed but she’s relaxed and it’s not a sight I get to see often. “One less thing for me to watch over.”
Layla who was sitting across from me on the booth that’s out on the deck lies down, crosses her ankles and places her hands on her stomach.
I laugh. “What are you doing?”
She points up to the sky. “Looking at all the stars.”
I toss back the rest of my beer and follow suit lying down where we are head to head. Neither of us talks for what seems like forever. It’s not an awkward silence but a comfortable one.
“Tell me something about yourself that no one knows, Layla.”
She’s quiet and I almost think she’s fallen asleep when she starts, “I’ve always wanted a tree house.”
“A tree house?” I ask just to confirm I’ve heard her. It’s so random.
“Yeah, and not one that’s on the ground, I wanted a real tree house high up in the trees.” She sighs. “When I was little I used to watch from my bedroom window while the dad from the house behind ours built the Foster sister’s one. For two weeks he worked on it for them.” She turns on her stomach and rests her chin on her hands. “He put it way up high, nailed pieces of wood on the tree for steps. He brought up these big pieces of wood that he used for the floor. Then a few days later the house was framed out. He even made them a little porch that he put railing around. By the end of the second weekend I saw him hoisting up a huge triangle piece that he used for the roof. Mr. and Mrs. Foster brought the girls up so that they could see it. The looks on their faces was priceless.”
I turn around and face Layla on the bench. Her eyes are even glassier now than they were before.
“They painted the little house that was big enough for the four of them to sit in. Mrs. Foster made them little curtains for the windows and planted little flowers in the flower boxes that hung off of the railing of the porch.” Her smile grows. “I watched the little girls bring their baby dolls up in a little box that they would pull up, like their dad used for the roof. Mrs. Foster even made them a picnic basket at dinner time, too.”
A little tear escapes the corner of her eye and I watch as it runs down her cheek. She doesn’t even bother trying to wipe it away. Being this close I notice the freckles sprinkled across her nose and I suddenly want to kiss each and every one of them.
“Layla?”
“Hmm,” she mummers.
“I’m sorry you never got your tree house.”
She smiles a sad smile. “Me too.”

It sounds like Layla didn’t have a great childhood, maybe she didn’t have a dad like me or maybe she did and he just couldn’t be bothered with her. I don’t want to ask because it’s a personal question and Layla doesn’t give away much about her life. So for now I’ll take what she’s willing to give me and vow that if I ever have a little girl, I will build with my own two hands the best damn tree house ever seen.





AUTHOR BIO:


USA TODAY bestselling author Megan Smith is a New Jersey native managing purchasing for an award-winning business IT and software development firm - and by night creating the memorable characters her fans have grown to adore. Smith's The Love Series introduces readers to MacKenzie Cahill - a hopeful young woman who experiences adversity, challenges and the bittersweet triumph of true, authentic love.

Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life and the creation of the Cahill's world. Fans of The Love Series - Trying Not To Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You - are captivated by relationships, special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith's emotional, energized and engaging work. Smith is also the author of the 2014 releases, Let Me Love You - continuations of The Love Series, Finding Us (Finding Series) and a few top secret projects.

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Monday, 30 March 2015

Love Surfaced Release




Synopsis
The equations are simple.


Piper Ashby + Brad Ashby = Twin Siblings
Brad Ashby + Tanner McCain = Best Friends
Piper Ashby + Tanner McCain = Off limits

Tanner and I abided by the rules. We stayed on our designated sides of the relationship circle.

Ignoring swarming butterflies.
Brushing off skipped heartbeats.
Settling on lingering stares.

Here’s the secret … a hand extended over that invisible line once, exponentially changing the equation. I was convinced we could make our relationship work until Tanner broke the trust he embedded in me from the age of seven.

One deceit of mega proportions and the relationship we built for that short month vanished. I swore never to speak to him again and it’s worked. Until now—two years later, when my brother’s wedding places me face-to- face with the best man—Tanner McCain.

Leaving one equation to be solved. Can love surface twice?


GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24809322- love-surfaced?from_search=true








Exerpt


“Piper.” He hesitates before joining me on the cement stoop.
I question why he even searched me out even though it’s been his MO lately, popping up wherever I am.
He places his arm across my shoulders and pulls me into him, which only brings a ripple of warmth to the pit of my stomach. “Come here.”
My head burrows into his strong chest, and his hand soothingly roams up and down my back. I sink into him. With the comfort of his arm, the tension in my shoulders from placing fifth in my swim meet slowly releases.
Refusing to let him make my mind race with his confusing affection, I sit up. Swiping the tears from my eyes, I honestly confess, “Tanner, it was my last shot.”
He begins to shake his head, but I stop him, “No, I have to realize it. My dream of swimming in the Olympics is over.” I rise to my feet, and the heaviness in my chest sinks back into place now that I’m out of his embrace.
He follows me over to the oak tree. Coming up behind me, his hot breath tickles my neck. My pulse races into overdrive, reminding me of how badly I want him.
Why does he keep leading me on?
He continues to toe the line between friendship and more, but he never actually steps over it. Each time his hand brushes mine or his eyes search me out, my heart stops beating for a moment as I hope this is it—until he crushes the fluttering butterflies and steps away.
I close my eyes from the view of Michigan University’s football stadium because I need to calm my insides. “Why are you here?”
He should be with my twin brother, preparing for their own meet.
“You should be in warm-ups.”
His hands land on my shoulders, and he leans down. At our connection, a tingle spreads through my body.
“I saw you leaving the pool house.” His voice cracks.
I hear his deep intake of breath.
“That’s not what I’m asking, Tanner.”
When I turn around, I almost collapse when I come face-to-face with this gorgeous guy. He’s absolutely one hundred percent the perfect male.
My perfect male.
His brown hair is tucked away in his MU hat that’s flipped backward. His lips and cheeks are rosy from the early spring chill in the air. With only a sweatshirt and track pants on, he’s the epitome of a college student. His good looks remind me of the unbearable yearning that pulls me toward him.
His eyes are so transparent that I can see the torment of his inner turmoil from our situation, meaning nothing has changed for him. He’s as conflicted as ever because I’m his best friend’s sister.
“I don’t know.” His voice is soft, caressed with the sweetness he’s shown me the last few months.
My stomach drops at his words. I want to grab his face with my hands and beg him to admit that the small seed of attraction has grown over the years and we can no longer dodge around it.
Instead, I stand there, with my hands at my sides, silently pining for the day he acknowledges our desire for one another.

“Then, that’s a problem.” My heart thumps as I sidestep him and weave through the sporadic clumps of snow that have yet to melt from the harsh winter. 





About The Author

Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.



Twitter: @michellelynnbks