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Thursday, July 18, 2019

COVER REVEAL:Lake Redstone by J.D. Hollyfield

Lake Redstone by J.D. Hollyfield

Publication Date: July 22, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy




Casey doesn’t have much luck in the dating department, so when her girlfriends ditch their girls only weekend for a couple’s retreat, she's forced to take desperate measures.

Refusing to be the only single one, she does what any quick-thinking girl would do:

She lies.

It was almost too easy hiring a stranger to pretend to be her hot, rich, successful boyfriend. What she didn’t plan on was him being hot, successful, and way too much trouble for her liking.


Jim was in a slump in his everyday life. He was bored and needed something to spice up his life. Accepting a gig to play the perfect boy toy was not what he had in mind, but it was too good to turn down.

What he didn't plan for was the smokin’ little spitfire who hired him. It’s a con, a job, a fraud. But the more she's in his presence, the more he realizes she may be more than just a ruse.

Three days at a lake house.
Two strangers who cause a lot of mayhem.
One little lie.

What could go wrong?






About J.D. Hollyfield

Author JD Hollyfield

J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.

J.D. Hollyfield dabbles in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!




 

Friday, May 10, 2019

BLOG TOUR: Dirty Pool by Bethany-Kris

DIRTY POOL BY BETHANY-KRIS

Publication Date: May 6, 2019

Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance, Standalone



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Can we all just bask in the awe if Michel Marcello for a while?!?! This man! People underestimate him, time and time again throughout Dirty Pool. Not only am I in awe of Michel, but Bethany-Kris is brilliant. No matter how many stories, people, or situations Kris creates for us... everyone is unique and beautiful. Bethany-Kris is the queen of organized crime! It's a serious talent! Mix that with Kris's serious talent for story development and the organized crime situations and she creates these unstoppable stories.

I loved Gabbie. She's a fascinating character... she's always bent to her father's will, succumbed to what he wanted or what he said. But with Michel, she finds her voice, her inner strength. Kris is excellent in showing the wonderful attributes of her couples. How they work better together than they ever could separately. Both, Michel and Gabbie are energetic and lively separate but when you put them together they are just magnificent! I loved how instantaneous their attraction was... how hot their love was. I enjoyed how when they feel, they feel hard and fast. They both knew what they wanted and went for it. Who doesn't respect that?!?

Dirty Pool is a bit of a different read than most of Bethany-Kris's books... we don't have a ton on mystery and high tension with high stakes. It's more character development and fantastic story development. Either way, Dirty Pool has Kris's signature writing and I cant help but love every word she writes. Everything about these characters and their love is through the roof with heat and passion.


I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.





SYNOPSIS

To get what he wants, he’ll have to play a game of dirty pool.
Michel Marcello never wanted to be a mafioso like every other man in his family—he wanted to be more. That doesn’t mean he’s unfamiliar with the life, or that he can’t hold his own against other made men.
They forgot where he came from …
His chance encounter with the fiery and beautiful daughter of Detroit’s most notorious Irish mob boss stokes flames beyond the ones that ignite between Michel and Gabbie Casey. Rivals shouldn’t mix, but these opposites have never been more attracted, either.
The lines between family loyalty, their duties, and responsibility begin to blur.
Love ruins all.
But these two aren’t the only ones playing this game, and it just became far more dangerous to get out alive.
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Dirty Pool is a standalone romantic suspense. 


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Michel never understood a man’s desire, but especially not a man in this life, to allow someone to put them in a chair, tilt them back, and give them the power to kill them with one slice. Because that’s literally all it would take. His father once explained to him that it was all about the trust with one’s barber.
It was an experience.
Yeah, whatever.
He’d shave his own fucking face.
He found Sal first, sure, but the other men in the barber shop were obvious, too. The two men sitting in the waiting area, their backs against the wall—never a window—while they watched the Capo getting shaved in the chair. Michel recognized them, too.
Low fucks, really.
Cole Toscano—one of Sal’s few enforcers that he kept close enough for the guy to make a regular appearance whenever Michel was around. And Brock Tocci, who was nothing more than a foot soldier for the Vannozzos.
The two didn’t even pass Michel a look when he entered. Not that it offended or surprised him any because it didn’t. They didn’t have any control over him being that he worked for Sal directly at the moment, and he didn’t have shit to say to them, either.
Merda,” Sal cussed, finally noticing Michel in the doorway. The Capo’s dark gaze turned on him for a brief second as the razor hovered just below his right ear. Michel thought it was probably the coldest the man had ever looked. He realized then that the friendship he gained with Sal and others really only went as far as Michel’s ability not to cause trouble for them. “Took you long enough to get here, didn’t it?”
“I came straight over,” Michel returned.
Sal scowled, not looking as though he believed that for a second. “Sure, sure. Take a seat, Michel, and we can chat.”
The only available chair was next to the fools in the corner, and Michel was not going to sit beside them like they were familiar in any sort of way. Maybe it was his raising, but he’d never known it to be okay for someone like him, with his last name and standing, to lower himself for the comfort of others.
“I’d rather stand.”
Sal’s gaze narrowed briefly before he muttered, “Your choice.”
Sure.
Then, the man in the chair waved a hand at the man holding the razor to his cheek, his mouth barely moving at all while he spoke. “Meet my father—Senior. Or, that’s what we call him to distinguish as we own the same name.”
Michel nodded at the older man. “Ciao. Nice to meet you.”
Senior arched one, white brow high as he looked Michel over. “I cannot say the same at the moment, Michel Marcello. Hasn’t that father of yours taught you anything yet about the world outside of New York, or did he just plan for you to learn it as you fucked up?”
“Easy, Papa,” Sal said, chuckling. “He’s a young one, isn’t he?”
Michel tried not to be annoyed.
And failed.
“I didn’t realize I was on Irish territory until it was too late last night,” he quickly explained. “And I was only doing what you told me to, Sal. Answer the calls, go to the buyer, and do the drop. That was it.”
Sal grunted under his breath. “Never place blame on someone else when it’s far easier to simply accept what you can change about your own errors.”
Oh, great.
Were they having a whole thing here?
A moment together?
Michel had a man in his life who liked to spout Yoda shit at him like he was supposed to give a damn. His own father. He was far more likely to listen to Dante than Sal, anyway, not that he figured that would be very good to say out loud at the moment.
“I know I fucked up,” Michel said simply.
Senior let the razor glide down the side of Sal’s face, and was the next to speak, saying, “Detroit is not like New York, Michel. There, I doubt you have to consider your actions, or how they will affect other men around you like you will here. I understand that you come from a family and a man where your last name is enough to allow you to sit  at the table with the rest of them, but it will not work that way here. Your father, nor your last name, will keep someone from killing you because you’ve caused us an issue.”
Sal’s finger pointed upward at his father. “What he said.”
“I don’t expect where I come from to do anything for me here,” Michel replied.
Because he really didn’t.
“And I’ll be more careful,” he added.
Sal sighed, and waved a hand, stopping his father from continuing the shave. Senior stepped back from his son, allowing Sal to sit up in the chair. He tugged the towel away from his lower throat, although his face was still only half shaved. He didn’t seem like he gave a damn about it when his gaze landed on Michel again.
“We have had problems with the Casey family for years,” Sal explained, “because those Irish bastards are the stronghold here. We have only recently managed to get to a peaceful place with them, and do understand that we cannot afford to go back to war with them. And we won’t.”
“Not for you, anyway,” the enforcer in the corner muttered.
Sal jerked a thumb in the idiot’s direction. “What he said.”




ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Monday, May 6, 2019

RELEASE DAY: Dirty Pool by Bethany-Kris

DIRTY POOL by Bethany-Kris

Publication Date: May 6, 2019
  Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance, Standalone



AVAILABLE NOW!

Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2DLgQgI




Can we all just bask in the awe if Michel Marcello for a while?!?! This man! People underestimate him, time and time again throughout Dirty Pool. Not only am I in awe of Michel, but Bethany-Kris is brilliant. No matter how many stories, people, or situations Kris creates for us... everyone is unique and beautiful. Bethany-Kris is the queen of organized crime! It's a serious talent! Mix that with Kris's serious talent for story development and the organized crime situations and she creates these unstoppable stories.

I loved Gabbie. She's a fascinating character... she's always bent to her father's will, succumbed to what he wanted or what he said. But with Michel, she finds her voice, her inner strength. Kris is excellent in showing the wonderful attributes of her couples. How they work better together than they ever could separately. Both, Michel and Gabbie are energetic and lively separate but when you put them together they are just magnificent! I loved how instantaneous their attraction was... how hot their love was. I enjoyed how when they feel, they feel hard and fast. They both knew what they wanted and went for it. Who doesn't respect that?!?

Dirty Pool is a bit of a different read than most of Bethany-Kris's books... we don't have a ton on mystery and high tension with high stakes. It's more character development and fantastic story development. Either way, Dirty Pool has Kris's signature writing and I cant help but love every word she writes. Everything about these characters and their love is through the roof with heat and passion.


I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.






SYNOPSIS

To get what he wants, he’ll have to play a game of dirty pool.
Michel Marcello never wanted to be a mafioso like every other man in his family—he wanted to be more. That doesn’t mean he’s unfamiliar with the life, or that he can’t hold his own against other made men.
They forgot where he came from …
His chance encounter with the fiery and beautiful daughter of Detroit’s most notorious Irish mob boss stokes flames beyond the ones that ignite between Michel and Gabbie Casey. Rivals shouldn’t mix, but these opposites have never been more attracted, either.
The lines between family loyalty, their duties, and responsibility begin to blur.
Love ruins all.
But these two aren’t the only ones playing this game, and it just became far more dangerous to get out alive.
*
Dirty Pool is a standalone romantic suspense. 


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“Here, duckies!”
Michel’s dark chuckles came close to her ear as his nose grazed the back of her neck. Gabbie had all she could do not to shiver from the feeling of his lips pressing to her skin with featherlight kisses.
“I don’t think they recognize being called duckies,” he murmured.
“Shut up.”
“I’m just saying they don’t speak human, Gabbie.”
She didn’t mind his teasing.
Much.
“Says the man who had a small bag of birdseed in his car because bread is bad for the ducks.”
His hands landed on her waist, and she loved the way his fingers dug into her sides. He squeezed, a silent warning for her to stop the teasing. She heard it loud and clear, not that it made much of a difference. If he could dish it, then the man would learn to take it.
That was Gabbie’s way.
“I told you, I jog here.”
“Yes, with birdseed for the duckies, apparently.”
“Because they quack at me when I pass, and I feel bad for them.”
“Mmhmm. Of course, you do.”
Michel let out a laugh. “You’re impossible.”
Gabbie winked at him over her shoulder as she pulled out a handful of birdseed. Michel wasn’t wrong—bread was terrible for ducks. It got stuck to the roof of their mouths, and if it did get in their bellies, it would swell up to make them think they were full when they weren’t. It was harder for them to digest, too.
She adored he had birdseed in his car to toss to the ducks when he jogged at the park. He wasn’t all bad, despite what people in her family liked to say about the Italians. How could someone be bad if they remembered to feed the ducks when they went jogging?
It was sweet, really.
“You must be getting hungry,” he said.
“A little.”
“You want to go—”
“Not yet.”
She was enjoying this.
The park, peaceful at almost midnight, was dark and quiet. There wasn’t a soul around, and the small pond was rarely ever this empty when she came to see it in the daytime.
“I like that you chose here for a date,” she said.
Michel rested his chin on her shoulder, and wrapped an arm tightly around her middle. “Oh, why is that?”
“Most guys would pick a club, or something. Dinner, and a show. The usual. I like this better. It’s just us, and we can talk.”
“I would have taken you for all that other shit, too, but it’s late.”
It was.
Most restaurants were closed, although she was sure they could find a hole-in-the-wall diner to eat at, if they really wanted to. Not that any of the food would be the kind of stuff she was supposed to eat. Michel probably knew that, too, and took it into consideration without telling her he was doing it.
She appreciated it.
Gabbie grinned. “All of that for a date, too?”
“Yeah, probably not. I wanted to be alone with you … can’t exactly do that when there’s other people around, can I?”



ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS


Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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Saturday, March 9, 2019

BLOG TOUR: Contempt by Bethany-Kris



CONTEMPT
by Bethany-Kris

Renzo + Lucia, #3  
Publication Date: March 4, 2019
  Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance


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SYNOPSIS

How much is too much?
Five years—that was the deal. Renzo Zulla gave up five years of his life to repay a debt to an organization that only wanted to break him before they could make him. Their way, their rules. He doesn’t move without their okay, even if his latest job puts him right in front of her. But the five years are almost up, and he knows exactly where he’s going first.
Love doesn’t follow rules …
Heartbroken and alone—that’s how she survives. Lucia Marcello is alive, but a part of her still feels dead without him. She’s spent far too much time running away from her past and the pain she constantly holds tight because it’s easier than hating the people who caused it. But life has a way of bringing you back when your heart never will.
Love doesn’t fade …
But time means nothing, and forever might be only an illusion for them. Because where fate doesn’t step in, reality does. If hate is a game you play with your heart, and contempt is the game you play with your mind … where does that leave love?
Vendettas don’t care about love.
It’s in God’s hands now.
Note: CONTEMPT is the final book in a three-book
Trilogy following the same couple.


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“We can grab some of the jam on the way out,” John said. “Don’t worry about it, bella.”
Siena was quick to reply, “No, I can make a trip around. I need to grab something else that way, too. You and Lucia keep going. She wants to grab—what is that, again?”
Lucia didn’t look back at her brother as she muttered, “Some loose tea.”
Kind of wishing I didn’t want it at all, now. I wouldn’t have to be here to begin with. Hell, even her thoughts were a particular brand of nasty today.
“Yeah, so take her,” Siena said, dropping Lucia’s arm and giving John a pointed look. “And I will meet you at the entrance on the way out of the market.”
It further proved what she believed—the woman was going to attempt to force Lucia to make nice with her brother by not giving her a choice when she left her alone with him. That was laughable. Lucia could sit in a room with anyone and say absolutely nothing. They could be looking her right in the eye, and she could keep her expression blank, and her mouth firmly fucking shut.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lucia watched Siena drop a quick kiss to John’s lips and murmured something she couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, it made her brother pout. Like a fucking little boy. It was almost amusing. 
“I will meet you at the entrance,” John grumbled when Siena stepped away from him. 
“Good,” she replied.
Siena patted his cheek with a soft hand, and then just as fast, headed into the crowd, back the way they first came. Lucia didn’t miss how one of two enforcers that were following them for the day headed after her without a word. She didn’t think to ask her brother why he had enforcers trailing this close to them, but she didn’t need to, either.
They were mafia kids.
Well, even if they weren’t kids anymore.
Something dangerous was always following close behind. The next attempt on someone’s life was always right around the corner. Not to mention, Lucia didn’t know all the details about the past year as she hadn’t thought to ask, but she did hear whispers. Her brother had taken over a rival family—people were unhappy.
That meant bad things.
Probably another reason for the enforcers.
With Siena gone, that left John and Lucia.
Alone.
Shit.
Lucia sighed, wanting to get this done and over with. At least with the buffer of Siena between them, she didn’t feel so out of place with her brother. Waving a hand at her brother and heading into the crowd, Lucia said, “Well, come on, then. It’s cold, and I don’t want to freeze out here for too long.”
John chuckled, and his footsteps followed behind. “You didn’t mind five minutes ago when Siena was here.”
Lucia stiffened.
Asshole.
He would have to say that, wouldn’t he? She wished he just wouldn’t start to begin with. Make this easy on her, and all that shit. Nothing could ever be that simple in Lucia’s life. It was never simple.
“Yeah, well …”
What else could she say?
Apparently, she didn’t need to say anything because John had all sorts of things to say. Fucking perfect.
“What do you need me to say, Lucia?” John asked quietly from behind her. She still refused to turn around and face him even as he spoke. Maybe it was rude, but it was better than him seeing the hatred shining back in her eyes. She didn’t want to hear anything he said, but here they were, it seemed. Just her luck, too. “Tell me what to say so that we can move on, and I will do that. Sorry isn’t going to be good enough—I get that. So what will do it for you?”
For a second, she stopped walking. Her heart stuttered—playing tricks on her again, as the emotions blew all around her like the people still swarming The Annex. The tension between her and John still felt thick and loaded with all the things she had said to him before this—things she knew hurt him because God, she just needed him to understand and feel the way he made her feel—and things they had yet to say to one another.
Did he really want to know?
Did he honestly want to know what would make this better?
Because she didn’t think anything would.
Slowly, Lucia turned to stare at her brother. The familiar prickling behind her eyes said the tears were coming, and she bet John could see the water shining back at him, but she held it all at bay. She would not cry. Not then.
“You’re right,” Lucia said, “sorry won’t be good enough, John.”
“But I am sorry.”
She believed him for no other reason than the truth staring back in his gaze, and the way he dropped every pretense he’d been holding onto before this moment. She heard the truth in his voice, and how it colored his tone thickly with emotion she understood all too well.
Regret.
Pain.
She knew that well because she felt it constantly.
So, yeah, she believed that he was sorry.
Lucia nodded. “Now.”
“The day it happened. The day I found you. The day Renzo was taken away. That very second, Lucia, I was sorry,” her brother muttered, his tone aching. “That was not what was supposed to happen.”


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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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