Title: Punk 57
Series: Stand-alone
Author: Penelope Douglas
Release Date: October 21, 2016!

“We were perfect together. Until we met.”
I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.
In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.
It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…
And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.
Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.
We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?
Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?
F*ck it. I need to meet her.
I just don’t expect to hate what I find.
He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.
Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something.
He could be gone forever.
Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.
"Eventually we all have to weigh what we want more: wanting back what we had or wanting what could be. To stay or to risk everything to move forward."

Penelope Douglas is my go-to author for dark teen romances. She perfectly illustrates teenage angst, the chaotic emotions and the unfettered recklessness that exists in those years, but she weaves in maturity and depth that ensure they're not meant for young readers. Her stories are as heavy as they are sensual, as dark as they are romantic. I went into Punk 57 craving the pleasure-pain this author is known for, the exquisite war between lust and cruelty, the delicious romance that evolves on the thin line between love and hate. What I wasn't expecting was how powerfully complex this storyline would be. It's gritty and sexy and completely addictive, but it's also a very profound demonstration of the weight of our words. I expected to find an entertaining, angsty romance between these pages. But Douglas' perfectly placed wording transformed this romance into something bigger, something powerful, something important that resonated with me long after the last page.

Misha and Ryen have been pen pals for years. Their friendship is a solid one built on the trust that they'd always be there for each other even though they've never met. They've supported each other, confided in each other, leaned on each other, all the while quietly reflecting on their growing romantic feelings. But when Misha accidentally discovers who Ryen is, a messy, unpredictable course of events begins to unfold and this story of friendship becomes an enemies to lovers romance rife with deception and secrecy. Punk 57 is a bit reminiscent of Bully and Corrupt, but with an intoxicating, original premise. The cruel push and pull between Misha and Ryen reminded me so much of Tate and Jared; the mutual disdain they often hold for each other mixed with their ruthless taunting reminded me of Michael and Rika. But while Misha and Ryen's story is very much their own, this unputdownable, tumultuous friends to enemies to lovers romance rivals Bully and Corrupt as one of my favorites from this author.

"How do you tell your friend— your best friend— that you’ve been right here, under her nose, playing with her like a puppet?"

Punk 57 is an edgy, unpredictable romance built on secrets and lies, loss and fear. But beyond the romance, the sex, the superficial friendships, there's a deeper message within these words. This story is ugly. It demands we face things we don't want to look at, feel things we don't want to feel. While the romantic heartbreak within this story hurts so good, it's the other side of this book, the cruelty, the bullying, the abuse, the assault, the truth of what humans have the capacity to inflict upon one another that's so disturbing and so difficult to read. But as dark as this story is, this book is a reminder that it gets better, that there's hope, that everything that's lost can be found again. This book is a reminder that we're not alone. It's a reminder to be brave, to lift each other up even when it's scary, to not give up. Punk 57 is about the power of words, the power they hold to inflict irreparable harm, to free us, to shame, to empower, their ability to lie and to release the truth. Words have the capacity to hurt and to heal, to destroy us and save us. Whether those words are spoken aloud or written in a letter or sung on stage or painted on a wall or printed in a beautifully brutal book, they hold the power to change our lives.

"You’re not alone. It gets better. You are important, and you can’t be replaced. Hang on."

Jessica's Rating:

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author living in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter. When she's not writing, you'll find her cleaning or trolling the IMDb message boards, arguing with other Star Wars fanatics. Her books include the Fall Away series (Bully, Until You, Rival, Falling Away, and Aflame). Please look for her recent standalones, Corrupt and Misconduct. Available now. Look for Punk 57, coming Oct. 21, 2016, and Next to Never (A Fall Away Novella) coming January 17, 2017.



This is my CURRENT read and I. AM. LOVING. IT. It's got those small town feels that make you feel completely immersed in the setting. And the second chance romance is off the charts addicting. Ty and Elin grab you by the heart strings and just don't let go. I can't even tell you how much I am LOVING this story! I should have a review this weekend! But for now... I have an EXCLUSIVE excerpt that will make you wanna read! 

Title: Written in the Scars
Series: Stand-alone
Author: Adriana Locke
Release Date: October 20, 2016! 

Falling in love is easy.
Falling out of love is the hardest thing in the world.
And Elin and Ty Whitt are terrible at it.
The first time the local basketball star smiled at Elin, she was a goner. It was just so damn easy to fall for the dark-haired hometown hero with his charming smile and strong, athletic build.
Thousands of sleepy smiles, aimless drives down country roads, and squeaks of the backdoor after a swing shift later, reality hits. And it hits hard. Falling in love was definitely the easy part. Watching it break apart was impossible.
Through the tears, the second-guesses, the memories of a life built together, the world keeps spinning. With each turn comes clarity and hope—sometimes in the form of a pair of muddy boots by the back door or from the words of a wise friend.
When Ty shows back up with a new found determination to put his family back together, Elin's torn between the fights of the past and the possibility of a new start. This is the man that holds her heart, the man she loves beyond anything else. But this is also the one person in the world that can cause her the most pain.
Life’s not always easy. Love’s not for the faint of heart. But with life comes lessons and Ty and Elin have the scars to prove it. But it's their love written in those scars that will hold them together … or break them apart.
Thunder cracks outside just as my back hits the wall. My chest rises and falls, touching his with every intake of breath. He peers down at me, his eyes boring into mine.

“There hasn’t been a damn thing easy about this,” he says, his breath hot against my skin.

“That was your choice.”

I try desperately to hold on to the anger that’s being replaced quickly with my need, my desire, my craving for this man. The only man I’ve ever loved. The man that is my other half—whether it’s fucked up or not. Being this close to him puts me at a disadvantage, but there’s no denying the little balm of peace that’s washed over some of my wounds by his presence. By his touch. By the way he’s looking at me.

“It sure as hell didn’t feel like my choice,” he gruffs.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” I say, the words full of hesitation. “Maybe we aren’t the same people anymore. Maybe we’ve changed. I know you’re not the Ty I once knew.”

“No, you’re right,” he says with an arrogant shrug of his muscled shoulders. “I love you more than I ever have.”

“Fuck you,” I say, a slip to my voice that he hears.

His eyes glimmer, distracting me, and I don’t see the kiss coming. But the feeling of his lips against mine sends a zip of energy screaming through my veins.

“Ty!” I object half-heartedly, pressing him away with only a portion of the gumption I could put behind it if I wanted to. He doesn’t care. He just kisses me harder, his lips soft and smooth like I remember.

My knees go weak, like it’s some kind of first kiss, my breathing ragged like the first time he kissed me under the steps at the high school.

He drops his grip on my wrist and clenches my hips with both hands. His lips are unrelenting, working mine with such precision, such skill, that it’s all I can do to follow along.

And really, it’s all I want to do.

Our kisses grow quicker, our breathing more labored. My head is spinning, shouting at me to stop the madness. My body, my heart, lobbying in tandem to stay put because this is where I’m supposed to be.

I can’t process the arguments. All I can do is fall into an easy rhythm, be played like an instrument in the hands of the man that knows it like the back of his hand. A man that’s played it a million times, that’s crafted how it plays by his touch.

My fingers find the back of his hair and I lace them through his wet locks. He growls against my lips, the heat of his breath tingling my mouth and eliciting a fire between my thighs.

His fingers dig into my hips, his body pressing mine into the wall. The intensity of the contact at every level makes me desperate for more.

Ignoring the tick of my subconscious that tries to remind me why I shouldn’t be here, my hands hurriedly find the hem of his shirt. It’s wet and heavy, and when my skin touches the defined lines of his abdomen, we both flinch.

My fingertips skirt his chiseled torso, his body rolling against my skin, itching for connection the same as me. In a swift movement, I find the waistband of his jeans and frantically undo the button. The zipper slips down over his hardened cock.

“Ah,” I moan as his lips finally leave mine and work their way to the skin just below my ear.

Before I can register it, my shirt is up and over my head.

“Fuck, E,” he breathes as he takes in my nude body. “Damn, baby.”

“Ty,” I whisper, my voice barely heard over the storm raging outside. It’s no match for the explosion happening inside me.

His eyes never leave mine as he slips off his shoes and jeans. I watch, pinned to the spot by the words he’s telling me without saying anything at all.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispers as the light in the bedroom flickers and the power goes off.

My hands shake as I reach for him in the darkness. He takes my hand mid-air, like he knew where I’d be, and guides me to him. Our bodies press together, skin to skin, our hearts thumping at the same frenzied pace.

“God,” he mutters, holding me tight against him.


“Yeah?” he asks as his fingers stroke my back.

The war raging inside me tears me in half. For once in my life, I go not with what makes sense, but what makes me feel better.

This time, just this once, I’m going to give in. After this, I know what I’ll have to do and it’s been a long time coming.

I take a deep, shaky breath and go for it. “Fuck me before I change my mind.”

USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.
For sneak peeks, giveaways, and more, please join Adriana's Facebook Group, Books by Adriana Locke, or her Goodreads group, All Locked Up.

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Today we're excited to host a stop on the Bedmates campaign tour. We have an exclusive interview with Arizon! Enjoy. 

Title: Bedmates
Series: Standalone
Author: Nicole Chase
Release Date: October 4, 2016! 

From the New York Times bestselling author of Suddenly Royal comes the first in a sparkling new series about America’s favorite royal—the First Daughter.
Everyone makes mistakes, especially in college. But when you’re the daughter of the President of the United States, any little slip up is a huge embarrassment. Maddie McGuire’s latest error in judgment lands her in police custody, giving the press a field day. Agreeing to do community service as penance and to restore her tattered reputation, Maddie never dreams incredibly good looking but extremely annoying vice president’s son, Jake Simmon, will be along for the ride.
Recently returning from Afghanistan with a life-altering injury, Jake is wrestling with his own demons. He doesn’t have the time or patience to deal with the likes of Maddie. They’re like oil and water and every time they’re together, it’s combustible. But there’s a thin line between love and hate, and it’s not long before their fiery arguments give way to infinitely sexier encounters.
When Jake receives devastating news about the last remaining member of his unit, the darkness he’s resisted for so long begins to overwhelm him. Scared to let anyone close, he pushes Maddie away. But she isn’t about to give up on Jake that easily. Maddie’s fallen for him, and she’ll do anything to keep him from the edge as they both discover that love is a battlefield and there are some fights you just can’t lose.

Interview with Arizona (Ari):

1. How do you handle being in the spotlight and having people watching you 24/7?

Well, they’re usually watching my parents or my brother. Not me. So it’s not a big deal. That’s a benefit of being the youngest. 

2. What do you do to "get away" from it all?

Get away? I’m just a normal teenager, so the only thing I need to escape is Mrs. Prime’s Advanced Algebra class and my history homework. 

3. What has been the best thing about being in the world of politics?

I don’t know.

4. Would you ever want to run for office yourself?

Probably not.

5. If you ran for office, what would your campaign motto be?

Oh, who knows? I mean, you’d have to pick it to fit the political climate and who knows what that will be like when I’m older?

Nichole Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Suddenly Royal, The Accidental Assassin, Flukes, The Dark Betrayal Trilogy, The American Royalty Series and several short stories.

Nichole lives in Georgia with her husband, energetic daughter, two rescue dogs, Sulcata tortoise, and two cats. When not writing, you may find her reading, painting, crafting, or chasing her daughter around the house while making monster noises. 

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Title: Royally Screwed
Series: Bk #1 - Royally Series
Author: Emma Chase
Release Date: October 18, 2016! 

Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author of the Tangled Series & Legal Briefs Series, returns with the first of three sizzling standalone books about a family of racy, irresistible Royals.
Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka “His Royal Hotness”, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant—hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.
Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Olivia Hammond have a lot in common. They were each dealt a really shitty deck and knew early on they weren't destined to marry a prince. Their unfortunate lot in life has cursed them to a fate peppered with moments of happiness before it's all snatched away. Once upon a time, they each came to find themselves immersed within the opulence behind the palace walls with a prince in their sights and a stoic old woman threatening to tear it all away. While the road to happily ever after isn't without its hardships, its thorns, its poison for any of these heroines, Olivia Hammond's fairy tale just might be the fairest of them all.

I have a secret obsession: the real life royal family. As an American, I've spent my whole life intrigued by a centuries old family holding court over the land. It's so foreign to me, this idea of lavish palaces housing generations of history, princesses birthing chubby heirs that'll someday be kings, the whole practice of coronations and opulent weddings, dukes and duchesses, crown jewels, marble tombs where dead ancestors are buried beneath wings of your house... it's all just so fascinating to me. Equally fascinating is the way Emma Chase crafts a book. Her storytelling, the voice she gives her characters, there's an effortless ease in which she writes and it captivates me every single time. I'm a moth to a flame. So, quite obviously, Emma Chase writing a royal romance around a sexy, sharp tongued Prince... well, I'm in heaven.

Royally Screwed is the anti fairy tale. A common girl meets a royal prince and an epic romance ensues. But time is running out. On order of the queen, Prince Nicholas of Wessco is bound to wed in a few short months and his bride must fit the royal criteria under the law, of which Olivia does not. It's both romantic and tragic, this idea of spending the only time they have together even knowing it won't last, knowing they're doomed to heartbreak. 

Royally Screwed is so different from anything Emma Chase has ever written before and I loved it just as much but in such different ways. Packed full of witty banter and perfectly timed humor, Royally Screwed is sweet and sexy and angsty, funny but unexpectedly heavy as well. I laughed, I cried, I felt things I so rarely feel in books. Theoretically, when you read a romance novel, I think it should read as if the author literally holds your heart in their hands. With each turn of the page, the author fills it, squeezes it, cracks it open, mends it, breaks it, soothes it, makes it soar. It's so rare, for me, to find an author who reaches inside and grips my heart with her words anymore. But Emma Chase did precisely that, stealing my heart and my breath with her delicious, swoony prince and his beautiful commoner. This story exemplifies why fairy tales exist; to give you hope and joy and to remind you what's possible and magical and extraordinary in an ordinary world. Royally Screwed is all of those things; magical, extraordinarily romantic, and wholly unforgettable. I can't wait to re-read.

Jessica's Rating:

She’s even lovelier than I remembered, than I dreamed. Delicate midnight tendrils frame a face that belongs in a museum—with stunning dark sapphire eyes that should be commemorated in vibrant oils and soft watercolors. If Helen launched a thousand ships, this girl could raise a thousand hard-ons.

She’s prettily made, the top of her head coming only to my chin, but fantastically curvy. Great full tits that strain the buttons of a wrinkled white blouse, shapely hips in a black skirt tapering to a tiny waist I could wrap my hands around and toned legs encased in sheer black tights finish off the whole package very nicely.

An unfamiliar anxiousness fizzes like soda in my gut.

“The door was open,” I explain.

“It’s broken.”

Logan flicks at the lock. Security is his life, so a broken lock would annoy him like a puzzle with the final piece missing.

“What do you want?”

She has no idea who I am. It’s in the defensive way she holds herself and the accusatory note in her voice. Some women try to pretend they don’t recognize me, but I can always tell. Her ignorance is rather…thrilling. There are no expectations, no hidden agendas, no reasons to pretend—what she sees is what she gets. And all she sees is me.

My throat is suddenly a barren wasteland. I swallow, but it’s difficult.

“Well, he’s desperate for some pie.” I hook my thumb at Simon. “And I…wanted to apologize for the other evening. I don’t normally act that way. I was on a bit of bender…”

“In my experience, people don’t do things when they’re drunk that they wouldn’t do normally.”

“No, you’re right. I would’ve thought all those things, but I never would’ve said them out loud.” I move closer, slowly. “And if I’d been sober…my opening bid would’ve been much higher.”

“She crosses her arms. “Are you trying to be cute?”

“No. I don’t have to try…it just sort of happens.”

Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.



Title: A Love Letter to Whiskey
Series: Standalone
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: October 13, 2016

It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

That is what A Love Letter to Whiskey is. It is an emotionally charged read that is so well written it will blow your mind. Still, weeks after finishing, I cannot put into words what I went through reading this book. Painful, exquisite, soul stealing, raw, turbulent, honest, a guaranteed book hangover. It consumes you. From the first sentence, to the very last word, it's down right intoxicating. I was drunk on feels. I had the book buzz of ALL book buzzes. I couldn't function.


This book leaves you feeling obsessive. You can't stop thinking about it. You can't stop running scenes through your head. The story is all-consuming. And for this only being my second Kandi Steiner read, I am now hooked on her. I want to read EVERY BOOK she writes. I can't get over it. I can't get over the level of angst and, most importantly, the way this book made me feel. 

For those of you who follow me, you know that I am a reader who is addicted to "feelssssss!" I mention them ALL the time. They are important to me. When I look for books to recommend to you, I am desperate to find the ones that pull major emotional responses. 

I want the novels that make me feel. 
Books that make me fall in love and break my heart at the same time. 
I want to look back on the story and SEE IT. Like a movie. A vivid picture. 
I want to be able to recall the moments, the emotions, the way the characters looked at each other, the way the heartbreak felt when it happened. 
I want to be completely and utterly dominated by the way I felt when I was reading that book. 

And I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that A Love Letter to Whiskey IS THAT BOOK. I will remember it, call on it, and recommend it for years and years to come. 

It is THAT phenomenal. 

And you know... if I could compare the feels in this novel to any one book it would be "Thoughtless." A Love Letter to Whiskey's story is completely it's own, but the emotions it drew out of me were so similar to Thoughtless. The push and pull, the yearning, that deep, aching pain when you are longing for someone... AHHHHHH. Raw! Painful. It really is. 

This novel had me aching. It was the sweetest, most delicious torture that demands you listen. I can't describe how lost I was in Whiskey. And I also, can't even express how much Jamie and B owned and destroyed me as a reader. I connect to both of them. And never once did I get angry at these characters. Frustrated, yes. Angry and bitter, no. They were so honest, so raw and real. So authentically flawed. This story was magnificent. I cannot say that enough times. 

Also, I went into A Love Letter to Whiskey COMPLETELY BLIND. The only thing I knew before reading was that it was a "timing is never right" story and I had also read the absolute kick ass synopsis. But I stayed away from reviews. I needed to go into the novel without having other peoples thoughts in my head. And I think you need to do the same thing. This story is an EXPERIENCE. It's something that I would HATE to see ruined for you. I want you to hop on the roller coaster ride and live the twists and turns like it is happening to you. 

Overall, I would call this a high-angst thrill ride that does not let up. It grips you by the heart and holds on until it owns you completely. It's merciless and real, from start to finish. So well written, so perfectly paced, and brimming with emotion. Really... just an intoxicating tale of two people who can't seem to get on the same page.  

I would recommend A Love Letter to Whiskey to EVERYONE. It's a TOP 2016 read for me. In fact, I would put it up there with my TOP 3 reads, Say You'll Stay, Swear on This Life, and The Silent Waters. A Love Letter to Whiskey fits right in there. ALL THE WAY at the top. I wish I could give it more than 5 stars because simply put, it's a masterpiece for angst lovers

Angie's Rating:

Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer. 

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.