Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Review: In Harmony by Emma Scott



This is only my second book from author Emma Scott, but I have to say I am in love with her writing style! She knows just what to write to grab the readers attention (and heart strings) and not let go until the very end!

In Harmony is a story about moving on from pain, growing up, friendship, and love. The friendship that bloomed into an epic romance, between Willow and Issac was so special and really just magical. I loved both of these characters so much.
Willow was so full of pain and hate at the beginning of the book, due to something tragic that occurred the summer before her senior year of high school. Emma Scott wrote Willow's pain so well, that I could really feel how broken she was. 
Issac is considered the small-town outcast and loner-- he almost seems untouchable, except when he is performing. Here he is able to transform into someone else through the words he memorizes on stage. This is where the two of them connect, working through their demons while playing parts in the town's production of Hamlet. 

Not only did Emma Scott do an amazing job with Willow and Issac's story and character development, but I have to mention Willow's best friend Angie! I loved the spunk in this girl (and all of her t-shirts!) and her devotion and support of Willow was everything a friend should be.

I really loved this book and can't wait to dive into more books from this author! 


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Excerpt

I’m so…not into being with someone right now,” Willow said with a nervous lilt to her words. “Not for a while, anyway.”
I heard a whisper on the breeze, or ever again. A heaviness in her eyes hinted she had lost something and had almost given up trying to find it.
She hasn’t given up, I thought, a fierce admiration welling in me. That’s why she’s doing the play. To find it again.
In that moment, I vowed to try to cut out all the egotistical bullshit and jealousy over Justin. The dance was out of range now anyway. I couldn’t ask her to go even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. My job was to help her find what she was looking for in Hamlet, however I could. Even as it dented my eagerness to get the hell out of Harmony.
Willow shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted at me. “So what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like anyone?” she asked, her voice a half tone higher than usual. She laughed. “That’s such a high school thing to ask.”
“No,” I said. “If all goes to plan, I’m leaving Harmony, remember? Stupid to start something now.”
“Sure. Makes sense.”
A silence fell.
“Yeah, so I probably won’t go to the dance,” Willow said. “I’m not good in that kind of situation anymore.”
“What kind of situation?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. I should get back.”
Willow started to scoot down off the block. I held my hand out to her to help. She hesitated for a fraction of a second and then took it. I held my other hand out and she took that too. I steadied her as she hopped down and then we were standing face to face. Close enough I could see her pale blue eyes had lighter shards of blue in them, like a topaz. Close enough to smell the sweetness of her breath—coffee tinged with sugar. Close enough to dance if we wanted.
“Thanks,” Willow said, gazing up at me.
“Sure,” I said.
I still held her hands. She didn’t let go.
“So,” she breathed, still not moving.
“Yeah.”
I glanced down at our hands. I hadn’t touched something this soft and good in ages. The sleeve of her coat bunched up and I spied a black mark on the inside of her forearm, close to her wrist. Willow drew in a breath as I turned her hand over. An X, about the size of a quarter, was stark on her pale skin.
She tugged her hands away. “I really need to get back.”
Every instinct cried out to take her hand again, to ask her what the X meant. To lick my thumb and erase it off her skin. I didn’t know what it meant but the sight of it made my stomach feel heavy.
“Willow—”
“I doodle when I’m bored. I told you that.” Her voice was sharp but her smile wobbled. “Let’s go.”
We walked the short distance back to town wordlessly. Back in front of the theater, Willow shouldered her bag and glanced around. “Thanks for today. I think Martin would be happy with our progress.”
“I do too.”
God, would he, I thought.
“So, I guess I’ll see you Monday?” she said.
“You have a ride home?”
“Oh, uh…” She still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I was thinking of walking.”
“To Emerson Hills?” I said. “That’s a mile and a half and it’s getting dark soon.”
She raised her brows. “I’m not allowed to walk in the dark?”
“You’re allowed,” I said, “but I don’t want you to.”



Giveaway


Synopsis

The root of all madness is an unbearable truth…

At seventeen, Willow Holloway’s life was torn apart. The happy, driven girl is gone, and she is left wracked by post-traumatic stress her body remembers even if she does not. When her father suddenly uproots the family from their posh penthouse in New York City to the tiny town of Harmony, Indiana, Willow becomes more untethered and lost under the weight of her secret. On a whim, she auditions for a part in the community theater’s production of Hamlet and unexpectedly wins the role of Ophelia—the girl who is undone by madness, and her love of Hamlet…

Isaac Pierce is from the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ The town bad boy. Girls pine for his attention and guys are in awe of him. That he’s an acting prodigy only adds to his charisma. Isaac utterly disappears into his characters; the stage is the only place he feels safe from his own traumatic home life. He wants nothing more than to escape to Broadway or Hollywood, and leave Harmony behind for good.

No one can play Hamlet but Isaac, and when the director pairs him with Willow in acting class, they clash again and again—neither willing to open their hearts to anyone. But clashing leads to breaking, breaking leads to the spilling of terrible secrets, and soon Isaac and Willow find Shakespeare’s words mirroring their lives. When they are cruelly torn apart, neither know how this play will end—with madness and heartache? Or healing, love, and the discovery of who they are truly meant to be.

In Harmony is a standalone NEW ADULT love story, and is intended for readers 18 and up. PLEASE NOTE, this book contains sensitive material such as physical abuse, and the aftermath of sexual assault (off the page). Reader discretion is advised.
 

About the Author


Emma Scott writes romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts: builders, poets, and writers of various makes and models. And love always wins. Always. 

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Monday, February 12, 2018

Review: Brooklynaire (Brooklyn Bruisers #4) by Sarina Bowen


Brooklynaire is the fourth book in the Brooklyn Bruisers series by author Sarina Bowen. With every book in this series I think, "oh this one is my favorite"- that is until I read the next one. But I have been looking forward to Becca and Nate's story since I read book two and they were first mentioned! I loved that their relationship and connection wasn't rushed. They have known each other for seven years- long before Nate became a billionaire. Not only are they great friends, but the sexual chemistry that they have been fighting is so strong! Nate was just so sexy and considerate- plus how could I help but not  fall in love with this hottie nerd!

For all the things I loved about this book and Nate and Becca, I think the only thing that I didn't like was that I felt like once they got together we didn't get that much of their relationship. The end felt rushed and although the epilogue was cute, it left me wanting more. I hope that we get more books from these sexy Brooklyn Bruisers and that Sarina isn't done writing this series! 

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Excerpt

I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”
She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.
And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.
I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.
When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”
Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.
The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”
“She sure is.”
Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”
“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.
“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”
My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”
“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”
I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”
“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.
“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”
Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.
We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”
“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”
Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Oh, snap.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”
“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.
Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”
“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”
“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.
“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.
But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.
“You tell me. What am I taking off?”
She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension. 
Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”
That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.
My inner caveman stands up and cheers.

Synopsis

A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.


You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.

For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.

Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other? 

About the Author


Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Vermont's Green Mountains with her family, six chickens and too much ski gear and hockey equipment.


In 2016, Sarina became a Rita Award winner! The Romance Writers of America honored HIM by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy with Best Contemporary Romance, Mid-Length.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Release Day Blitz: The Upside to Being Single by Emma Hart



If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads. 

I still don’t know why I did it. 
Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. 
Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they’d throw Fireball shots with the beads. 
Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face. 
Maybe it was because I never thought I’d see them again. 
Not that it matters. Not today. 
Because the hotel I manage was finally bought—and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. 

There are many upsides to being single. 
Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like? 
Not one of them. 

(THE UPSIDE TO BEING SINGLE is a standalone, romantic comedy from the author who brought you MISS FIX-IT and BEING BROOKE.)


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Excerpt

              Chloe grimaced, turning around to face me. “Does he show up randomly at your house?” I jumped out of my chair. “Shut up! No!” She pointed at the door. “There’s a hot guy who just pulled up in an Audi unexpectedly with dark hair, who wears a white shirt the way hookers wear thongs, and has an ass like a giant, ripe peach.” Three loud knocks sounded at my door. “Oh God!” I moaned, clutching at my stomach. “I have to hide. Can you stall him?” Peyton grinned. A shit-eating warning grin. “Actually, no, never mind,” I whispered harshly. “Peyton, you go out the back, I’ll hide, and Chloe can get rid of him!” Peyt shook her head. “Not a chance. Who is it?” she added, shouting the last three words. I clapped my hands over my mouth. Not only was this not a good time because I was still freaking out over the kissing, but we’d not long finished a yoga DVD and I was still sweaty and gross. Not to mention I was pretty sure I’d pulled a muscle. And the powder. I was covered in donut sugar, okay? “Uh… It’s Jake,” came the reply through the door. Peyt waggled her eyebrows. “Jake, eh?” I glared at her then stuck my middle finger up in her direction. “I hate you.” The door hinges creaked, and the next thing I knew, Chloe was standing in the door frame. “Hi!” she said in an upbeat tone. “I’m Chloe.” She shoved her hand at him. “Jake,” he replied slowly, taking her hand. “Is Mellie here?” “She’s here, but she might be hiding.” Peyton burst out laughing. My cheeks flamed red, and I stormed across the room and tugged her away from the door. “Hi. Excuse her. She didn’t take her meds this morning,” I said. Chloe poked my cheek. “Hello, Mommy. Did you bring me my cookies?” Peyton, still laughing, stood up. “Okay, Chlo, drop it. Let’s go. We have work to do.” I spun around as she slipped her laptop into her purse. “And you need to leave to do that? You literally just showed us a penis photo.” “Your house doesn’t have the right Feng Shui.” “You’ve never looked up Feng Shui!” She pointed a finger in my direction. “You don’t know my life!” Jake blinked between the three of us. Chloe grabbed hold of her purse and then Peyton’s arm. “We’re going. Call us later, okay?” Jake moved out of the way while Chloe dragged Peyton out of my house. “And don’t forget to put your foot down on the kissing thing!” Peyton shouted, eyes sparkling. The last I saw of her was a large, mischievous grin right before Jake shoved the door shut on her.   

About the Author



      

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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Monday, October 30, 2017

Fault Lines by Rebecca Shea: Review & Release Day Blitz

Second-chance romance's are one of my favorite genres. Fault Lines is a second-chance romance at its best! Cole and Frances (aka Franny/Frankie) grew up together and shared all of their "firsts" together. But they let too many lies and secrets get in the way of their happiness the first time around and Frankie leaves their small home town for a new life. 10-years later she returns when her mother gets sick; but even that amount of time apart doesn't stop the hurt and heartache for these two.


There is a lot of angst and heartbreak surrounding Cole and Frankie's story. But, at times I was really frustrated with the characters. I understand why Cole did some of the things he did, but not as much with Frankie. Plus I felt like they pushed each other away, when it would have been very easy to get past things and forget. I think my favorite thing about this book was the secondary characters- especially Cole's best friend Carter! I also liked the connection between the title  to the characters and the situations that came up within the story.




Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Drive by Kate Stewart: Review & Release Day Blitz

Stacia says...


I'm not even sure where to begin with this review... I will say that this book wrecked me in the best"book hangover" way! Drive is an epic second chance romance, told in a very unique way. The music elements within this book were superb and fit in so perfectly into the story. As some who lives and breathes music, this part of the book and the interactive playlist made the story that much better!
"Because music is the heart's greatest librarian. A few notes had the ability to transport me back in time, and to the most painful places."

This story is told, alternating in the past and the present. I sometimes have a hard time when books flash back and forth- but the way Kate Stewart did it in Drive, worked! My best advice before starting Drive, try to go into it blind- avoid reviews where other readers might influence you or might give too much away. You might hear the word "love-triangle" tied to this book- which is a huge no-no for some readers. Let me just clear that up somewhat, because I didn't feel like this book was a love-triangle. As the story is told and your feelings progress for the characters, you will know who Stella should be with. Plus somehow you are able to feel the love and connection with both men.
"You still want the fairytale, but it's mine to give you, and I can't give it to you if you're with the wrong fucking prince."

For me this book wasn't just a great read, it was an amazing experience. It was such an emotional story of love, growth, and living your dreams.  I haven't read a book this filled with angst, intense feelings, and that literally hurt my heart in such a long time. I can't recommend it enough!
"It was always the music that reminded me where I'd been and where I was going."




Excerpt


Breathe. Breathe. This is in the bag, Stella. You can do this, so do it.


I clicked on the camera and quickly glanced at my notes.


One minute.


Electricity shot through my veins and seeped through every pore, reminding me that this was it.

Thirty seconds.

I took a sip of water and set it beside my laptop as I waited.

Ten seconds.

A flicker of doubt processed for mere seconds before I wiped it away.

Five.

I expelled a stressed breath, clicked Go Live, and addressed the camera.

“Womanizer, bully, genius, recluse, and the world’s greatest MC. Even with all those labels, Phillip Preston, also known as Titan, is still a bit of an enigma. Despite the universe he’s constructed with storytelling lyrics, he’s always left it up to us to decipher his truth from his fiction. He burst onto the music scene fifteen years ago, an underdog in the belly of rap, with chaotic and desperate rhymes that resonated and pushed him into an unexpected level of stardom. With one hundred and eighty million records sold, he still holds his title as heavyweight and remains a household staple for his die-hard fans, collecting an army of new followers over the past two decades. I must admit, I was a bit intimidated when I sat down with him this past weekend in his Chicago fortress. I, like millions of others, am a huge fan of his genius. The simplicity of our surroundings in his home studio was shocking, to say the least. The feeling was a bit clinical and there were no platinum records on his walls, no personal photos, and there was no hint of the history he’d made as the world’s most notorious rap star. He sat in a leather chair next to his soundboard, water bottle in hand, and spoke about his love of rap, while subtly redirecting questions about his personal life—though we know he recently broke up with his long-time girlfriend, Jordan Wilson.”

My eyes nearly watered as I watched the live view box tick to a hundred thousand. I had a hundred thousand people watching my podcast in a matter of minutes. I took a deep breath.

“But it seemed my reputation had preceded me because when I sat down with the rap mogul, Phillip appeared ready for the firing squad. We dueled well as I asked the hard questions—the questions of a fan. Questions I know so many of his loyal listeners want answers to, and I think you’ll be surprised to hear his answers. So, without further ado, take a look at my exclusive with the man behind the myths. Feel free to form your own opinions, but above all, remember it’s the music that matters most.”

I linked my pre-recorded interview and watched the ticks explode as soon as his face hit the screen.

That was the moment my career peaked.

With pride, I watched my interview with the white whale, the Moby Dick of the music industry. Gorgeous, brilliant, and highly elusive, Phillip Preston was the hardest artist to get personal with in an interview. And I was the woman he reached out to, to break his silence about his road to success, his parents, his ex-wife, and finally—after some careful eggshell coaxing—he spoke about his recent relationship. He had delivered to me, on a silver platter, highly personal details about his life where so many other journalists had failed, and it was nothing short of miraculous.

It was my greatest accomplishment as a music journalist. I was flying, soaring as my phone began to blow up with message after message. I hadn’t told a soul, not a single person about my exclusive. I was high on adrenaline when the notifications began to ping on my phone. A hundred, two hundred messages, and then I saw the viewer ticks had jumped drastically to half a million. Half a million! I laughed out nervously and checked Phillip’s social media. He had just posted my podcast link to our interview. My jaw dropped. He had over eighty million followers on one forum alone.

And the viewer counts just kept rising. I had done it. I gasped when the ticks went past a million.

A million people were watching my podcast.

A million people were watching my podcast!

“AHHHHHH!” I screamed to no one as I looked around the vacant room. I raised both hands in the air when the ticks rolled past two million. “Oh my GOD!” I shot up from the desk, my eyes full of incredulous water.

I’d never had more than a million views. Ever. And those took months to accrue. It was the greatest career high of my life. I looked back down at my phone, anxious to talk to someone, anyone. Lexi’s middle finger popped up on the screen, and I couldn’t resist answering her call.

“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed into the phone..

“Stella?”

“Yes! Is it good? You think I asked the right questions? I edited for like nine hours.”

“What?”

“What do you mean, what? Titan’s interview.”

“You interviewed Titan?”

A small amount of my excitement dispersed. “Yours was the wrong call to answer.”

“You fucking interviewed Titan?”

“Yes. I wanted to surprise everyone.”

“And you didn’t bring me?”

“Sorry. I’ll feel guilty later.”

“Yeah.” Her voice dropped. I heard a toilet flush. “Yeah, Stella, that’s so cool.” Another toilet flushed.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom at the Marquee.”

“Okay. Well, I’m buzzing right now, woman. Like, literally, my phone is exploding. Five million hits, Lexi. Five million!”

“I’m so happy for you, Stella.”

I frowned. “Yeah, with that amazing monotone, I can tell.”

“I’m so sorry.” And then her voice broke. My best friend doesn’t cry. Ever.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?”

“I’ll call you back, okay? I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You aren’t ruining anything. You couldn’t ruin this. I promise. I’ll be high for days. So, tell me. Why are you in the bathroom?”

“I’m on a blind date. He took me to a wedding.”

“Okay. You need an excuse? That’s not like you. You’re ballsy. Just give him your usual, it’s not me, it’s you.” I chuckled because she’d used it in front of me on a bass player with a cowlick and halitosis.

“Stella.”

I knew that tone. That tone was the bearer of bad fucking news.

“What? Say it.”

“It’s his wedding.”

I eyed the clock while I zipped my suitcase. I had an hour and a half before my flight. I was cutting it close. “Whose wedding?”

“Stella.”

“I know my name. Damn, who—” Realization struck and my heart met the floor. I stayed mute while she rambled on nervously.

“What are the odds? What are the goddamn odds? I don’t know what to do. Do you want me to leave? There’s no handbook for this. Did you even want to know this? That he’s married? I can’t believe I just watched him get married! Who in the hell ends up at their best friend’s ex-boyfriend’s wedding? I couldn’t not tell you.” She sniffed as the toilets repeatedly flushed around her.

“Stella, please say something.”

I pressed the sting back. “I’m alright, of course. I’m fine. Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffed. “Ben called me last night, and things are just so fucked up, and today this shit happens, and I know you’re happy. I know you are. But . . . I mean, this is—”

I put my hand up as if she could see it. “Don’t tell me anything else, okay? I’m good.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror from the bed into the adjacent bathroom. Nothing had changed. I wasn’t leaking. I was fine. “I’m okay. I’m glad you told me. I have to leave for the airport now, or I’ll miss my flight.” A slew of questions was on the tip of my tongue. Did he look happy? Was she beautiful? And more questions I hated myself for that Lexi would never be able to answer. Still, my head and heart refused to keep those questions bottled.

Was she prettier than me? Did he look at her the same way? Did he propose to her with half his heart? Did he think of me when he did it? Was any part of him thinking of me now? Was I in his dreams the way he drifted through mine sometimes?

All my thoughts were selfish. All of them. And of all the thoughts I could have had that day, self-loathing was not the one I expected to nudge its way front and center. I forced myself to speak.

“Stay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, of course. I’m fine.”

“This freaky shit always happens. Always with you.”

“I know.”

“It’s like karma or God or someone hates you. It’s so fucked.”

I laughed ironically, though inside my heart was pounding.

Silence passed over the line as we both waited for some sort of solution that wasn’t coming.

“Stella, God, I’m so sorry.”

“About what? Stop. You know I would have told you if the situation were reversed. I should go. Love you.”

“Love y—” I hung up the phone before she could finish, frozen in the middle of the hotel room.
Friday, October 13, 2017

Loving Storm by Carian Cole: Review & Release Day Blitz

Stacia says...


Loving Storm is the sequel to Storm, the first book in the Ashes and Embers series and where we first met Evie and Storm. This is a novella that follows up on their life together. It was fast paced and a quick read- but we really got a lot of book in such a small amount of pages. Not only do we get to see their life together now, but the book spans through several milestones in their relationship and the epilogue gave us a big glimpse into their future.
“Someday, I’m going to tell our kids how I saved your life after you crashed your car off the side of the road because you couldn’t even listen to the GPS.”

I loved how we got to also hear about the other characters from this series and even a small blurb from Kenzi and Tor (Devil's Wolves series). I hope this series continues and maybe Amy and Mikah will be the next couple?!
This book is NOT a standalone and you really need to read the previous books in the series to understand and love this novella as much as I did!



Monday, October 9, 2017

Sick Fux by Tillie Cole: Review & Release Day Blitz

Stacia says...


WOW.... I just finished Sick Fux and I am sitting here trying to figure out exactly what to say and how I feel. Tillie warned readers MANY many times going into this book that it was dark and just bat-shit crazy and I definitely have to agree! I have read too many books to count, but Heathan James aka Rabbit, is one of the darkest that I have read. And Ellis Earnshaw aka Dolly, is beyond damaged and broken.

"Heathan James was the genesis of my soul's reawakening... a soul not meant for peace, but one handcrafted for death and murder and blood and bones..."




Sick Fux follows an Alice in Wonderland theme and story-line, but there is SO much more to it then that. Tillie once again wrote such a unique story... honestly I can't even get over this author! She is so creative and the books she writes are so original!

"Dolly darlin,’” I rasped, my voice fucking breaking.
Twenty-one. She was twenty-one and more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.
Perfection.
My living doll."


I definitely recommend you go into this book without reading any spoilers or reading many reviews that give the plot away. This book deserves to be experienced that way. If you are someone that doesn't like to go too dark with their books, then this one might not be for you, because Tillie doesn't leave much on the table-- when she says it is dark, believe me its DARK, bloody, and graphic! But, if that is your jam then this book is for you!