11/19/16

FIVE STAR REVIEW + TEASER ALERT: HOLD MY BREATH BY GINGER SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!

Title: Hold My Breath
Series: Stand-alone
Author: Ginger Scott
Release Date: November 18, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:
Fractions of seconds can do lots of damage. One decision can ruin lives. A blink can be tragic. And loving a Hollister…can hurt like hell.
I would know.
They say the average person can hold their breath under water for two full minutes when pushed to the extremes. Will Hollister has been holding his for years. The oldest of two elite swimming brothers, Will was always a dominant force in the water. But in life, he preferred to let his younger brother Evan be the one to shine.
Evan got the girl, and Will…he got to bury all of the secrets. A brother’s burden, the weight of it all nearly left him to drown.
The daughter of two Olympians, my path was set the day my fingertips first touched water. My future was as crystal clear as the lane I dominated in the pool—swim hard, win big, love a Hollister.
My life with Evan burned bright. He gave me arms to come home to, and a smile that fooled the world into believing everything was perfect. But it was Will who pushed me. Will…who really knew me.
And when all of the pieces fell, it was Will who started to pick them up.
In the end, the only thing that matters are those few precious seconds—and what we decide to do while we still have them in our grasp.
PURCHASE HERE:
"I needed joy.
My joy."

Reading this book at a time when I needed it the most feels like some kind of fate. I've felt incredibly discouraged lately about the world around me. But I've been consistently reminding myself to look for joy, even when it's hard. Well, I found joy within these pages, between the lines of this heartbreaking yet hopeful story of two swimmers drowning in tragedy, in memories, in impossibility. This book is a beautiful reminder to push on even when things look bleak, that nothing is impossible, that no matter how dark things feel, all you need is love and good people in your corner. The story of Will Hollister and Maddy Woodsen quite simply stole my breath, broke my heart, and then left me bursting with joy. Hold My Breath is inspirational, it's powerful, it's painful, it's uplifting. I don't think I could have possibly loved this book more.

"The hurt is almost good. It reminds me that something real was in my heart once, and as much as I want to run away from it, in this moment, I also want to hold onto it."

Will and Maddy's story is both devastating and magical. The course of events that have paved the last few years of their lives are tragic. But their reunion, their chemistry, the all consuming attraction between them can't be described as anything less than delicious. The juxtaposition of pain with pleasure, between humor and heartbreak, been loss and love in this book is everything. It's why I read, to feel all these things, to volley between hurt and hope, to both love and hate the circumstances that threaten to break me right along with these characters. It's why I read.

As far as leading men go, you'll be hard pressed to find a character more battered by tragedy than Will Hollister. I won't give you the details of all the ways life has tried to defeat this man, I'll just tell you that, while my heart broke for him, he completely captivated me with his determination and his strength, even when he didn't believe he had it in him. Will is the hero in a story he wasn't trying to win. And Maddy is the light and the hope and the fire Will needs to bring them both back to life. Together, Will and Maddy just explode. I already can't wait to re-read this book, to relive every moment, every memory, every smirk and kiss, every secret and every breath. From the first page to the very last, this story owned me.

Ginger Scott has quickly become one of my absolute favorite authors because of how she tells a story, because of how she develops her characters, because of how she so sharply and smartly paints such a luminous picture with her words. Hold My Breath is everything my romance-reader dreams are made of. Heartbreak. Longing. Fierce attraction. Second chances. A reluctant hero carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. A heroine who can't escape the past. Sexual tension and swoon-worthy dialogue that I just couldn't get enough of. A complex storyline woven seamlessly within a sexy sports romance that is heavy and emotional but peppered perfectly with moments of tenderness, humor and joy. It's everything, this book, and I never wanted it to end. Breathtaking. Captivating. Heartbreaking. Unforgettable. Hold My Breath is a MUST read.

Jessica's Rating:

“I need you to stay, Will,” she says. “No matter what…if you lose, if I lose. If this gets hard, whatever this is. I need you to stay until we figure it out. And even then, I just think…”

She lifts her head, and I cup her face in my hands, her eyes locking on mine.

“I think I just need you to stay,” she says.

I stare at her for several seconds, holding my breath, my mind racing with all of my demons, with everyone else’s demons, too. I fear none of it is possible. I’m going to break her heart. Those demons—they’ll destroy her.

But I can’t give her up. I need her to stay, too. Even though I can’t promise it; even though I shouldn’t, I say exactly what she needs to hear.

I let myself believe it for the breath it takes to speak.

“Okay,” I say, bringing her lips to mine, kissing her softly then closing my eyes as her forehead rests against mine. “Okay,” I whisper again.

I may have to break this promise, but for right now…for right now, I mean it.


Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless and In Your Dreams.

A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she
often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.

When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).

11/16/16

NEW REVIEW: HEAT WAVE BY KARINA HALLE <<----- 5 STARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Title: Heat Wave
Series: Stand-alone
Author: Karina Halle
Release Date: November 16, 2016!
PURCHASE HERE:

SYNOPSIS:
They say when life closes one door, another one opens.
This door happens to lead to paradise.
And a man I can never, ever have.
Still grieving the loss of her sister who died two years ago, the last thing Veronica "Ronnie" Locke needed was to lose her job at one of Chicago’s finest restaurants and have to move back in with her parents. So when a window of opportunity opens for her – running a kitchen at a small Hawaiian hotel – she’d be crazy not to take it.
The only problem is, the man running the hotel drives her crazy:
Logan Shephard.
It doesn’t matter that he’s got dark brown eyes, a tall, muscular build that’s sculpted from daily surfing sessions, and a deep Australian accent that makes your toes curl.
What does matter is that he’s a grump.
Kind of an asshole, too.
And gets under Ronnie’s skin like no one else.
But the more time Ronnie spends on the island of Kauai, falling in love with the lush land and its carefree lifestyle, the closer she gets to Logan. And the closer she gets to Logan, the more she realizes she may have pegged him all wrong. Maybe it’s the hot, steamy jungles or the invigorating ocean air, but soon their relationship becomes utterly intoxicating.
There’s just one major catch.
The two of them together would incite a scandal neither Ronnie, nor her family, would ever recover from.
Forbidden, Illicit, Off-limits – sometimes the heat is worth surrendering to, even if you get burned.
NOTE: Heat Wave is a complete standalone romance. There is no cheating or adultery in this book, but there is coarse language and explicit sex. Reader discretion is advised!!
PURCHASE HERE:
"I might have saw him first. 
But he was all hers after that."

Once again, Karina Halle delivers an unforgettable love story where the scenery and stunning locale are as breathtaking as the romance itself. In Heat Wave, Halle wisks us off to Hawaii, where she reunites a brooding hotel owner and his sister-in-law, the woman who saw him first, saw him just before her beautiful sister stepped in and changed the trajectory of all of their fates forever. From the very first sentence of the prologue, I was swept away, I was gripped. I knew immediately that this storyline would be everything I long for in a romance. Angst, longing, unparalleled frustration. There is no greater angst than that which evolves around the notion that the man you crave married your sister. I was carried aloft by Halle's captivating storytelling, by her absolutely stunning writing, by these characters and the impossibility between them as they war and crash in paradise.

"It was the fact that there wasn’t a person alive who would understand us and that our path seemed doomed from the start."

Hawaii is beautiful. Lush. Idyllic. But it's also incredibly dangerous if you don't know what you're getting into. Forbidden, if you believe the signs. And the signs, they are everywhere. The fact that Logan and Veronica's story evolves here, in gorgeous, forbidden Hawaii, is perfectly symbolic of how equally beautiful, dreamlike and absolutely forbidden their connection is. The signs all scream not to step any closer, not to cross the barriers that are there for a reason. But what's on the other side is far too tempting, far too delicious, not to take a closer look. Like the ocean, the attraction between these characters is wild and consuming, enough to drown them both. But it's also what might save them, what might bring them everything they have ever wanted, if they can just battle the waves.

"We’re positively volcanic and the fire between us is growing and giving life to something else entirely. Something new. Something unstoppable."

This is an unconventional love story, one that often frustrated me because of how outside the box it often feels. The romantic in me hates that this romance is so messy, that these characters loved other people once, that there are things about their history that can never be erased. That knowledge is maddening. It doesn't fit our idea of a traditional love story, even though true love conquers all, even though their happily ever after is everything it was ever meant to be. There are things I longed to hear, questions I needed answered, pieces of the puzzle that never fit quite the way I wanted them to. And in the end, those are all the same exact reasons why I loved this story so much. This story is messy. It hurts to read at times. I asked myself over and over again "but why?," "but what if?" And the answer is because real love is messy. True love is never easy, it's complicated, it hurts. And Karina Halle is one of my absolute favorite authors because she never lets her reader forget that. A happy ending wouldn't feel so absolutely glorious without heartbreak and loss and the overwhelming knowledge that life isn't always fair. Life is often too real and it hurts and there are things we all have to go through to get where we want to be and it doesn't always makes sense but it is what it is. That's the glaring honesty that's always present in this author's work and Heat Wave is no exception. You'll get the love story you long for, my dear romantics, but you'll be driven mad getting there. 

"People fall in love, people fall out of love. But in the end, almost everyone in the world gets to feel it, live it, taste it. Love is never too good to be true because it is the original truth. And everyone deserves it. Everyone."

I could have highlighted this entire book. Karina Halle steps up her writing game with EVERY. SINGLE. BOOK. Her way with words is simply intoxicating. I feel drunk in her books, high on her words, completely taken aback with her stories. Heat Wave is everything I love in a romance. It delivers all the things I both love and hate to feel. I love to feel frustrated and robbed and lost and this book gave me everything. I could not put it down. Heat Wave is paradise on a page for a reader like me. It's wild and steamy, unpredictable and addictive. It's where you go to get lost, to feel alive, to feel surrounded by dangerous beauty. I've said it before, I'll say it again, every Karina Halle book is my new favorite, and Heat Wave is exactly that.

Jessica's Rating:
I saw him first.

It shamed me to think it then, it shames me to think it now.

But that’s what the truth does to you sometimes. It shames you because it’s only in the truth that you realize how human you really are. What a raw, devastating thing that is, to embrace your humanity and learn to live with all your sharp points, the hollow places, the cracks and the crevices. To be utterly real. To be terribly flawed.

Those cracks had always been forming inside me, slowly making their way to the surface over the years. In my family, there wasn’t much you could do but try and hold yourself together, to stick glue on your wounds, to paste over the imperfections. But the cracks still grew, until all of us were held together by crumbling cement, just statues waiting to collapse.

That was years and years ago. I was just twenty-two at the time. A baby. I’m still a baby in the grand scheme of things, but there’s something precious about your early twenties, where you think you’re so much older, bigger, than you are, where life is just about to deliver the crushing blows that will knock you off your feet for the rest of your days. The small things become the big things and the big things become the small things and you aren’t quite sure when they made the switch.

But in the end, I saw him first. He was mine, even before he knew it. He was mine in some strange way that I still don’t understand. The only way I can think of to explain it is…

You just know.

There are moments in your life, people in your life, that when they cross your path and meet your eye, you know. Maybe it’s all in the chemistry, certain pheromones that react when they mix together, maybe it’s a smell that triggers a memory, maybe it’s a glimpse at a future you don’t recognize or a hint at the past, a life you’ve lived and forgotten. Whatever it is, you know that moment, that person, is going to shape you for the rest of your life.

That’s what it was like when I saw him. Standing over by the windows and staring out Lake Michigan, like he was wishing he could be anywhere but there.

I wished the same. My mother’s the deputy mayor of Chicago and this was another one of her fundraisers I felt obliged to attend. It was tradition in my family, for my father, for me, for my sister, to show up and wave the flag of support. It didn’t seem to matter that the stuffy politicians that surrounded these events never paid me any attention. And if they did, it was the wrong kind of attention, always the sixty-year-old man leering after the young thing with the nice smile.

Luckily I didn’t smile all that often. My resting bitch face took over whenever I was deep in thought, which was pretty much all the time.

But this guy…I felt a kinship with him. I felt like I knew exactly what he was thinking, feeling, and that it was completely wrapped up in and connected to everything that was going through me.

I don’t know where I found the nerve to go over and talk to him. He seemed so much older, not quite the sixty-year-old politicians I was used to seeing, but maybe in his early-thirties. More than that, there was some kind of aura around him. Sounds stupid, I know. Whatever it was, it was like he belonged in some whole other universe than here, a star on earth, permanently grounded and yearning to be in the sky.

It was usually Juliet’s job to go around and make everyone feel warm and comfortable at these events—hell, in every event—but she wasn’t here yet. And though I could have easily stayed in the shadows, I was pulled to him, like he had a wave of gravity whirling around him.

I remember what I was wearing. Strappy flats because I hated wearing heels, a knee-length cocktail dress in emerald green, sleeveless, high-neck. It made me look older and I wore it because my mother always wanted me to look like a lady.

With a glass of champagne in hand, I made my way over to the windows, my heart racing the closer I got to him. He looked taller up close, well over six feet. His shoulders were broad, like a swimmer’s, and suddenly I had a vision of him diving into the lake. The navy blue suit he was wearing looked well-tailored but he seemed uncomfortable in it, like he couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

I stood beside him for a moment, following his gaze out the window. He seemed lost in his thoughts but out of my peripheral his head tilted slightly and he brought his eyes over to me while I kept staring at that wide expanse of water, stretching out to the horizon.

“Can’t wait to get out of here?” I asked, but though my tone was mild, my delivery was bold. It was as if someone else had taken a hold of my body, forcing me to speak. I slowly turned my head to meet his eyes.

I was taken aback for a second. He was staring at me like he knew me, even though I’d never seen him before. Then again, I was sure I’d been staring at him in the same way. That feeling of knowing. He knew me, I knew him, and who the hell knows how that was possible.

His eyes were brown—are brown—dark with currents of gold and amber, giving them beautiful clarity. Slightly almond shaped. His brows were also dark, arched, adding to the intensity of his gaze. He’s the type of guy whose eyes latch onto you, dig deep, trying to sift through the files of your life, see who you really are.

“How did you know?” he asked, a full-on Australian accent rumbling through his gruff voice. It made my stomach flip, my core smolder. How deed you now, is what it sounded like. Funny how I stopped hearing the accent after time.

I gave a half shrug and looked back to the party. More people had flooded the room, mingling around the appetizers. My mother was in the corner, a crowd of politicians around her. She didn’t see me. She never did.

“Because I think I’d rather be in the middle of Lake Michigan too,” I told him, “then be stuck here with all these people.”

“These people,” he repeated. My focus was drawn to his lips, full, wide, tilting up into a smirk. Beneath them was a strong chin and even sharper jaw, dusted with a five o’clock shadow that seemed permanent, like the man couldn’t get a clean shave even if he tried. “How do you know I’m not one of these people?”

“Because you’re over here and not over there. How come you keep answering my questions with more questions?”

He studied me for a moment. My blood pounded in my head and I felt a giddy kind of thrill at how this was progressing. If anything, I was proud for holding my own with this handsome stranger. He was the first man I ever really felt at ease with.

He cleared his throat, offered me a quick smile before he nodded at the lake, his hands sliding into his pockets. “She almost looks like the ocean, doesn’t she?”

“Not quite the same as Australia, I would imagine.”

“No hiding this accent, is there?” He glanced at me and stuck out his hand, which I shook for a moment, warm palm to warm palm. “I’m Logan Shepard. Australian. And the reason I’m here is because I was invited by a friend of mine. I’m only in town for a few days and he didn’t want to go alone. He’s over there.” He nodded at a tall black man in the corner, listening intently to another man.

“Warren Jones,” he said, as if I should know him. Perhaps I should. He probably thought I was one of them. “He’s local and the key piece to my investment.”

I wasn’t one for business talk—I never had anything to contribute other than lamenting student loans—but I wanted him to keep talking. “What’s your investment?”

“Starting my own hotel,” he said. “In Hawaii. Have you ever been there?”

“Once. When I was eight. I think we were in Honolulu. I remember a city, anyway. Waikiki Beach.”

“This hotel is in Kauai. The Garden Isle. Went there once as a teenager and couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

I didn’t know the right things to say. I wanted to ask more about the hotel, what it means when you have an investor, but I didn’t want to appear dumb. I kept my mouth shut.

“You haven’t introduced yourself,” he said. “Protecting a secret identity?”

I smiled, close-lipped. “Not really. I’m Veronica Locke. American. And I unfortunately I don’t have much else to add to that.”

“Locke?” he repeated, eyes darting to my mother. “Are you the daughter of the deputy mayor, Rose Locke?”

“One of them,” I told him.

He nodded quickly. “I see. No wonder you’d rather be in the middle of the bloody lake. I bet you have to do this stuff all the time.”

“It’s not so bad.” I took a sip of my drink so I didn’t have to say anything more and looked away at the crowd. The bubbles teased my nose, making my eyes water.

I could feel his gaze on me as he spoke. “I’m sure you have plenty more to say about yourself though. Where do you work? Student?”

“Culinary arts,” I told him. “I’m one of those crazy people who dream of being a chef one day.”

He frowned. “Why is that crazy?”

I gave him a look, forgetting that most people have no idea how hard it is. “Because it’s a long road, long hours, and nothing is guaranteed. People think being a chef is easy. They see Gordon Ramsey or Nigella Lawson and think it’s all fame and food and money and they have no idea what it’s really like. I’m not even out of school and already I feel half-beaten.”

He was still frowning. He did that a lot, I would soon learn. “Sounds like life to me.” His eyes dropped to my lips and something intensely carnal came over them, like suddenly I was the food, not the wannabe chef. “Did you want to get a drink somewhere. After this? When you’ve done your daughterly duties?”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what a drink meant. Just a drink? A date? Was it sex? I started going through my head, trying to think of reasons why it was a bad idea. My legs were shaved, did my bra and underwear match? Did I have a condom? I had taken the pill this morning, even though my last boyfriend and I had broken up months ago. I hadn’t been with a guy, let alone a man, in a long time.

Don’t flatter yourself,
I quickly thought. What makes you think he’d be interested in you that way?

“Yes,” I said when I finally found my voice. “Yes, I would like that.”

A spark flashed in his eyes, lighting them up in such a way that made my toes literally curl. Damn. I was in trouble with this man. “Any way you can get out of your duties sooner?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but smile, raising my brow at his presumptuousness, while simultaneously trying to hide the fact that I was freaking out. I looked around the room and tried to judge how likely it was that someone would notice if I was gone. My mom was still surrounded by a wall of people and no one was paying any attention to us, standing by the windows, already removed.

A sad thought hit me, sliding past before I could really dwell on it: no one even notices when I’m here.

“If we’re quick and sneaky,” I told him.

“Being quick isn’t in my repertoire,” he said, “but I could give it a shot.”

Again. Damn. I wasn’t one to blush but I could feel my cheeks heating up and hoped my skin supressed the flush. He was so much older than me in so many ways, the last thing I wanted was to appear the naïve schoolgirl.

And I didn’t know what to say to that. He was staring at me with those dark eyes, a look so intense yet sparkling with charm and something…wicked.

I’d never find out how wicked they could be.

“Ronnie!” A melodic, ultra-feminine voice sliced through the moment like an unwieldy machete, causing me to flinch, my fingers tightening around the stem of the glass.

Oh no, I thought. Not now.

Logan’s head swiveled toward the sound of the voice, like a hound picking up a scent. I didn’t bother looking over, I kept my focus on him, watching his expression intently. It changed, as I knew it would.

She had walked into the room.

He saw her.

And like it was for so many men, that look of lust I had thought was for me, was now for her.

That’s when I knew it was over. Whatever thing I had felt for him, it didn’t matter anymore, not when she was in the room. Nothing ever mattered as long as she was around.

I might have saw him first.

But he was all hers after that.



Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Racing the Sun, Sins & Needles and over 25 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.

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11/14/16

EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL: MALENTENDIDO BY MARA WHITE!!! <<----- HOLY FREAKING EEEPPPPP!

Holyeeeeeeeeeeee sh*t! Firstly, I'm about to have a bookish FREAK OUT because of THIS :::points to cover below::: Yes. This is the BEST knews ever. I adored Maldeamores. It was a powerful story that evoked some MAJOR feels, and I'm over the moon that we are getting more! Oh, you heard that right. More Lucky is coming. Squeeeeeeeeeeee! Below is the blurb, cover, release date. Also, this is not a stand-alone. You have to read Maldeamores ( Bk 1 - Lovesick) before reading Malentendido (Misubderstood)! 

Title: Malentendido (Misunderstood)
Series: Bk #2 - Must read Maldeamores First
Author: Mara White
Release Date: December 15, 2016
PURCHASE HERE (BK 1 - MALDEAMORES):

SYNOPSIS:
Whatever force made Lucky, either God or the Universe, wrapped him so tightly around my heart that sometimes I’m suffocating. Biologically, we are made of too many similar parts, yet our chemistry is like a meteor shower, raining bright sparks of light into the dark night. But it’s not our biology or chemistry that worries me the most, it’s the physics of our love that goes against the cosmos.
Malentendido
(Misunderstood)
Mara White  
Also, here is my review for the first book - Maldeamores. This story was so powerful. 
You should pick up a copy today! 
PURCHASE HERE (BK 1 - MALDEAMORES):
"We're both each others poison, but we're also each other's only antidote." 

WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW.

I have so many things to say. 

SO. MANY. FREAKING. THINGS. 

First off, I was not planning on writing a review for this book. I told the person I received the ARC from that I've gotten away from writing reviews of late. I don't know... I feel as though people don't read them and yet I find myself needing to get my thoughts down about this novel. I feel myself needing to release the conflicted feelings that are eating at my soul. My heart is bleeding right now. It's aching. And in the midst of my pain there are so many emotions I can't get a handle on. 

I feel as if this book has changed me as a reader. As if it's taken a part of me and altered it. So I write this review for Belén and Lucky. I write it because I have fallen so deeply in love with these gentle souls. I have taken their pain as my own. I have soaked in their desperation, their undying need for one another, and I can't seem to let them go. 

This book owned me. 
It's stolen me. 
It's made me it's own. 
It's so very good, I feel possessed by it. 

Ahhhh! Anyway... here is my overall review...

The truth is, I accepted the ARC without reading the blurb. I was told that a friend of mine (who I trust wholeheartedly) had read the novel early and loved it. That was enough for me. I went ahead and started reading and when I was 5% in, I thought, "Hmmm... This is odd. Why are we reading about cousins?" <<---- Bahahahahahaha! Again, I hadn't read the blurb. I had no freaking idea. 

Anyway, I ended up talking to said friend one day and Maldeamores happen to come up in conversation. I mentioned that I had received an ARC and she was like, "OH MY GOD. THAT BOOK! That book is amazing. It's powerful and dark, forbidden, yet so well written and developed." Of course, I was glad to hear that but the more I thought about the "forbidden" part of her comment, the more it had me pausing. AND then out of nowhere it punched me like a fist to the jaw! 

OH MY GOD!!! 
This is a book about cousin's who fall in LOVE. 

My initial response to learning that was.. NO. NO. NO, I can't go there. Incest is a hard limit. It's not something I want to read about. I was ready to message the blogger and back out.

But then something happened... 

I took a day or two and sat on it. Over that time, I grew curious. A little blossom began to spread it's petals inside me and I decided to read. I decided to stop being closed minded and TAKE THE RISK.

HOLY F***ING SH*T. 

I'll tell you right now, this book has CHANGED ME. It's awakened me. And it makes me sad to think that I would have turned Maldeamores away because the subject matter made me a little uncomfortable and in doing that I would have MISSED OUT on a story that was going to rock my world and shatter it open into a million shards of red glass! 

Ahhhh.

So as I sit here and write my review, I'm desperate to find words to describe what this author's done to me. I want to find a way to urge you to take the very same chance. I think as readers we have to stretch our boundaries and try new things, even if those things are out of our comfort zone. When we do that we grow as human beings, our brains, our emotions expand, and we are able to delve deeper into our preconceived notions of right and wrong. 

I'll say, I'm a ball of conflict right now. I swear if you were around me you could probably feel the waves of raw emotion I'm emitting. There's so much depth in this story. And I have to say, this author is brave. Maldeamores is not something everyone is going to pick up and most readers who are like me will read that blurb and think, "Ahh, maybe not." AND THAT KILLS ME. 

I implore you to take the chance. Just take the chance. You might surprise yourself. I know, I fell deeply in love with everything that makes up this novel. 

OMG. **wipes cheeks** 

This story is dark and raw, it's gritty and rough. It's filled with pain and angst, and a soul deep yearning you feel in your bones. I'm not sure what I was expecting once I realized the content covered "incest" but it wasn't like anything I read. 

This was deep, the kind of deep that literally penetrates you, spears you open, and makes you question yourself. 

I'm sitting here and still, I ask myself, "What the hell?" 
"How could I go for this?"
"How could I be so accepting?"

And yet, I want to scream, "Who cares?! You can't change who you love."

And you can't. 

Love is a choice but it's also not. Love is something that takes ahold of you and sometimes you can't control who you feel most connected to. I think as human beings, we need to be more accepting. We need to be more open. 

That said, I know it's wrong, but my heart doesn’t want to accept that.

These characters... they felt REAL. TANGIBLE. PALPABLE. I couldn't help but love them fiercely and root for them relentlessly. It was impossible not too.

As you begin to read, you fall in love as they fall in love. It's tentative at first, your heart expands and twists slowly as you follow them from childhood into adulthood. It's a journey and the connection between Luciano (Lucky) and Belén is kinetically powerful. It's as pure as it is wrong and I think that's what makes this book so fantastic--you truly want what they can't have. 

It's an honest to goodness forbidden romance. 
True to it's core.

And by God, did I wanted them together. From pretty early on in the book I was SOLD. It's something I can't wrap my head around. This topic was my HARD LIMIT. And yet as I was reading I felt the urge to go to war for these characters. The fact that their love was deemed wrong by society standards didn't seem to matter. It began to feel insignificant and that is a testament to this authors writing, that she could take something that would typically make me shudder in disgust and turn it into something that had me yearning is just WHOA. 

It's unreal. 
It's magic. 

I don't know what else to say...

GAH! I don’t want to get into the plot of this book. This review is more of a way for me to express the way I was moved. I can honestly say, I was stunned by how addicted I became and also how much I learned from the story itself. 

I learned that love is inexplicable. It's an emotion that cannot be tamed. And even if you desperately don't want to feel it, it happens. I learned that those feelings, as wrong as they might be, can still be pure and clean, even though they go against every moral fiber inside you. It's so f**cking powerful. 

I have no words. This story is something you need to read. It’s something you have to journey through to grasp. 

Mara White has blown my mind. She's taken me to a place I typically would not ever want to go, and more insane than that, she's made me want to go back there. 

I’m not done with these characters, even though the story is done. 
I want more and I think this is a book that I’ll always look back on and remember. It’s a book I will carry with me. 

"When the pen falls into our hands, we can't erase the past. All we're allowed is the chance to create a new ending." 

These characters are beautiful. 
This story is emotionally combustible. 
And this novel is sure to have you thinking and feeling. 

It’s more than a five star read. 
It’s unratable. 
And this is an author I will most definitely read again and again!! BRILLIANT.

GAH ---->>> "She is raw. Pure emotion. Savagely in love with me and willing to sacrifice whatever it takes." 



Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground. 

5 STAR REVIEW: SWEET CHEEKS BY K. BROMBERG!!!!! <<----- FUN AND UNBELIEVABLY SEXY!

Title: Sweet Cheeks
Series: Stand-alone
Author: K. Bromberg
Release Date: November 13, 2016!
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SYNOPSIS:
An all new second chance love story by the New York Times Bestselling author of the beloved Driven series.
It all started with the invitation. To my ex-fiance’s new wedding.
I should have ignored it. Thrown it away. Set it afire. But I didn’t. I replied.
With a plus one.
And then my assistant accidentally mailed it.
Enter Hayes Whitley. Mega-movie star. The man who has captured the hearts of millions. But I gave him mine years ago. He was my first love. He was my everything. Right until he up and left to chase his dreams without so much as a simple goodbye.
When he showed up out of the blue ten years later, I should have known to steer clear of him. I should have rejected his offer to take me to my ex’s wedding. I should have never let him kiss me.
But I didn’t.
And now we’re left wondering if the pieces of the life we once shared still fit together somehow. First loves are hard to forget. The question is, do we want to forget? Or do we risk the chance and see what happens next?
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“The way I see it, sometimes things happen in life and love’s put on hold. But if someone’s your soul mate, nothing is going to stop you from being together in the end.”

Full disclosure here, my history with K Bromberg's books is a bit of a mixed bag. I've loved some, I've struggled through some, there's a few I've yet to even read. So I had no real expectations going into Sweet Cheeks. I was just hoping for something fun, something sexy, something light. I was even prepared for something a little cliche. I wasn't expecting to fall head over heels in love with a baker and a movie star and their second chance love story. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so freaking much. I wasn't expecting to love it. It is light, it is fun, it is unbelievably sexy. It's also heartfelt and angsty and its exactly what I needed in this moment. Truth be told, Sweet Cheeks is my new favorite from this author.

This story is layered in such a way that the emotional hits never stop coming. Hayes Whitley shows up in Saylor Rodger's bakery years after ditching her without a word. At the request of his best friend, Ryder, who also happens to be Saylor's older brother, Hayes arrives to fulfill one favor for the girl he once loved... escort her to the wedding of her ex-fiance, the man she almost married but who never quite lived up to the ghost of her first love. The bittersweet memories of young love and years of childhood friendship collide with heartbreak and longing to make for a second chance romance that is swoon-worthy yet painful all by itself. But the angst and raw emotion in this storyline is further complicated by the added element that Hayes is now a famous movie star and Saylor is the small town girl he left behind for the bright lights of Hollywood without so much as a goodbye. As if your first love resurfacing after ten years isn't enough to slice your heart wide open again, there's this added layer of jealousy and pain and drama made possible by the famous women in Hayes' life, the paparazzi contrived tabloid fodder popping up at every turn, and the uncertainty of where they can possibly go from here. This is a complex storyline but it's executed so perfectly, I just could not get enough.

"Trying to forget her is like trying to remember someone I’ve never met. It’s impossible."

I am a HUGE fan of second chance romances but I've never really been able to pinpoint precisely why I love them so much until now. Your garden variety second chance romance evolves around two characters who find themselves reunited after years of quiet heartbreak, with so many things left unsaid, with no clear explanation as to what went wrong in the first place. And once they've reunited, there's often this line they try to avoid crossing, this unspoken struggle over whether they're going to start something again, or if they're really just there for closure, for one final goodbye. It. Hurts. So. Good. That's why second chance romances are my crack. Sweet Cheeks is no exception. There's this huge element of uncertainty in this story because Hayes isn't returning to rekindle a long lost love with his childhood sweetheart. He's here to support an old friend and to explain all the things he never did before heading back to his life of glitz and Hollywood glamour. Saylor's heartbreak and anger conflict with her feelings of joy and her memories of their old friendship to make this reunion a deliciously rocky one. K. Bromberg perfectly illustrated EXACTLY why I love this storyline so much. It's that struggle, that uncertainty, that addictive mix of joy and hope juxtaposed with a sad, frustrating sense of closure that just drives me mad... And I love every brutal moment.

I simply adored this book. Sweet Cheeks is the perfect blend of sweet and sexy, of angst and longing, of humor and heartbreak. The push and pull, the uncertainty, the drawing out of every exquisite moment... Bromberg just delivered everything I enjoy in a good romance. I loved these characters. I loved their banter. I loved how much it hurt, how good it felt. And I loved the way Bromberg paced this story, peppering the pain with memories of young love, of friendship, of tree houses and first kisses, of cupcakes and sheer romanticism. It's exactly what a second chance romance was meant to be and I. JUST. LOVED. IT. 

Jessica's Rating:

New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.  

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift), and a novella (UnRaveled). She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out November 14th. 

Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (2 books: The Player, The Catch) and the Everyday Heroes series (3 books: Cuffed, Combust, and Cockpit). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.

She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.

11/10/16

DELICIOUSLY INTRIGUING!!! THIS EXCERPT WILL HAVE YOU SWOONING! TRANS-FER-ENCE BY AVA HARRISON

We have an excerpt today from a new book that just released! This BLURB is OMG! I cannot get enough of it. SO INTRIGUED. I love forbidden romances and cannot wait to start!
ALSO, this is 0.99! LIMITED time. AND on Kindle Unlimited. 

Title: trans-fer-ence
Series: Stand-alone Novel
Author: Ava Harrison
Release Date: November 10, 2016! 
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SYNOPSIS:
The nightmares find me.
They steal my breath, slowly suffocating me.
I’m scared.
I want it to stop.
He’s supposed to help me.
Instead, he evokes something forbidden.
I know I should run.
But I can’t.
I’ve made my choice.
I want him.
There's only one problem...
He's my therapist.
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I meet his gaze. His eyes are dark against the black of the sky. His breathing quickens. His chest rises and falls with each inhale of air. He wants me. I can see it.

A couple walks past us, forcing our bodies closer together. If I reach up, I can run my hands his through his hair. I wonder what it feels like?

I wonder if it’s as soft as I imagine in my dreams.


Slowly, as I study his features, I step to my tiptoes, and my body pivots forward. We are so close, too close. I can almost taste him.

I want to drink him in.

I want him to devour me, consume me.

He takes a step in, closing the distance. There’s something thrilling in the way he looks at me, to the way his gaze sears me. It makes me tremble. It makes me almost faint. The cadence of my heart picks up and warmth spreads through my body.

Then it happens . . .

Lips touch.

Gasps and pants.

Breathing each other in.

With his mouth pressed against mine, I moan into his kiss.

A forbidden kiss.

A stolen kiss.


Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.
When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.

11/9/16

EXCERPT AND MAJOR GIVEAWAY ALERT: TAKE MY DARE BY J. KENNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today, we have an exclusive excerpt and a giveaway from J. Kenner. AHH! Take My Dare released yesterday. I'm so excited to read this. The excerpt is AMAZING

Title: Take My Dare
Series: Stark International Bk#4
Author: J. Kenner
Release Dates: November 8, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:
I’ve never been happier than I am with Jackson Steele. But I should know better than anyone that happiness always comes at a price ...
My life with Jackson is nothing short of perfection. He is my love, my husband, the one man in all the world who makes me feel alive and whole. Our careers are on track. Our family is growing. And the ghosts of our past have been vanquished – or so I believed.
When a wonderful night of sensuality and passion following a masquerade ball turns dark with the news that haunting, horrible photographs of me have surfaced, my old fears and insecurities threaten to knock me down, and it is only within Jackson’s arms that I find the strength to endure.
But even Jackson’s protection may not be able to save us, because I know my husband well. And he will do whatever it takes—even if it means risking himself—in order to protect our family…
Contains a bonus Steele Short Story, Steal My Heart!
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He bit back a smile. He heard the challenge in her voice along with her rising excitement. “Because you need me, need this,” he said, releasing her wrist and cupping her ass. The shock of her bare skin against his palm shot through him, and damned if he didn’t almost lose it right then.

She whimpered a little as he tightened his grip on her rear. And then, wanting to torment them both, he urged her even closer so his erection pressed against her belly, and he had to fight the urge to pull her to the ground and take her hard right then. Lord knew they could both use it. Him, taking control. Her, surrendering it.

How many times had they done that very thing? Fought each other’s battles? Eased each other’s demons? She was like a balm to him, the only thing sometimes that kept him from beating the shit out of whatever poor soul stepped into the ring, an unknowing proxy for all the demons in his life.

And he did the same for her, easing her pain by taking the control she surrendered to him, in marked contrast to the times in her youth when that control had been ripped away without her consent.

They eased each other, helped each other, loved each other. He knew the cause of every hesitation, the color of every fear.

And that was why, when she tilted her head back and he saw the shadow in her eyes, he was certain he knew what was troubling her.

What he didn’t know was if Syl herself truly understood.

And so he waited, hating that his wife was in pain, but knowing that even though he was standing right by her, some of the distance she had to walk on her own.

“Syl,” he said gently. “What is it?”

“I do want you,” she whispered. “God, Jackson. I want you all the time. You know that. But now? Like this? I—I don’t want to need it so much.”

Her voice broke a little, and the sound was like a stab through his heart. He wanted to pull her close and take away all her pain, but he also knew that he had to let her finish talking. So he stayed perfectly still, even though the effort was almost more than he could bear.

“I should be past this. I’m so much stronger now.” She dropped her gaze along with her voice. “At least, I thought I was. I shouldn’t need your help to fight my battles.”

“Oh, baby, you are strong. You’re strong and fierce and amazing. But your father is getting out of prison today. Of course you’re off kilter.”

She managed a wry smile. “That’s one way of putting it.”

He pressed on, keeping his voice low. Steady. His eyes stayed on her face, making certain he didn’t push too far. “There’s nothing wrong with needing my support.”

She nodded. “I know. I do. And that’s not even all of it. I’m just—I don’t know…”

She drifted off, and he cupped her chin, easing it up so that she was forced to look right at him. “Yes, you do,” he said firmly. “And so do I.”


J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.
Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.



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11/8/16

GIVEAWAY AND INFO! -- THE PERFECT STRESS RELIEF!!!!!!!! AN ADULT COLORING BOOK FOR BOOK LOVERS <<--- WHAT?! Yes. LOVE BETWEEN THE LINES BY CHRISTINA COLLIE!

How amazing is this? Okay... so we all stress out about life things, right?
Well, now there's the PERFECT coloring book to help you relax! Christina Collie has designed an ADULT COLORING BOOK FOR BOOK LOVERS <<---- Ahhhhh! Yes. AND OMG. I am so darn excited about it. You guys have to check this out! 

Title: Love Between the Lines
Author: Christina Collie
Release Date: November 8, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:
Fall in love all over again with this adult coloring book featuring 45 hand-drawn illustrations inspired by romance novels from bestselling writers Colleen Hoover, Anna Todd, S.C. Stephens, Abbi Glines, K. Bromberg, Jodi Ellen Malpas and more. Sit back, grab your pens and markers, and get ready to explore LOVE BETWEEN THE LINES.
In the pages of this book you will find:
· Designs to help you relax and reduce stress
· Hidden images and book quotes
· Each design printed on a separate page
· Elaborate drawings s as well as quickie pages for when you just have a few minutes to color
Illustrations inspired by the works of:
Anna Todd, Jodi Ellen Malpas, Colleen Hoover, S.C. Stephens, Abbi Glines, K. Bromberg, Claire Contreras, Jillian Dodd, Amy Harmon, Tiffany King, R.K. Lilley, Molly McAdams, Tara Sivec, Alessandra Torre, Mia Sheridan, J. Sterling, Katy Evans, Emma Chase, S.L. Jennings, K.A. Linde, Beth Ehemann, Tarryn Fisher, Karina Halle, Helena Hunting, Leisa Rayven, Madeline Sheehan, Harper Sloan, and K. A. Tucker
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 Christina Collie is a twenty-eight-year-old Tennessee native who began doodling images inspired by her favorite books almost four years ago before launching Doodles by Christina. Since then she has doodled over 50 images and has sold prints around the globe. Outside of being a huge bookworm, she enjoys watching LSU football, playing with her dog Nola, and hanging out on her best friend's farm. This is her first coloring book.



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