REVIEW TOUR: Jersey Six by Jewel E. Ann

“Jewel E. Ann has once again crafted a flawless story 

that is utterly unique and unforgettable. 

Hands down my favorite book of 2019!”

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Jersey Six, an all-new “intriguing, gut wrenching and raw” romantic suspense from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

How far would you go for revenge?

A hit-and-run accident leaves Jersey Six orphaned and homeless on the streets of Newark, 

shattering her dreams of school dances, pink nail polish, and a diploma.

Eight years later, a burn victim with amnesia wanders into Jersey’s barely-existent life. 

She resists his efforts to form a friendship until he reveals knowledge of the person responsible for derailing her future. Through their unusual friendship, she discovers a way to avenge the deaths of her foster parents.

All she has to do is destroy the world’s biggest rock star. 

In the ultimate game of sex, lies, and manipulation, can Jersey discover the truth? 

Or will she be blinded by attraction, deceived by love, and destroyed by her past?

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Wait... what?!?! This was written by Jewel E. Ann? I mean, I never ever would have put this book in with her other novels... ok, I haven't read her Jack & Jill series, but still, I never would have put Jersey Six and say Look the Part as written by the exact same author. Let me say that I have loved Miss Ann's other books do very much. However, there was something about the writing in Jersey Six. The storyline was so complex and twisted.

The characters were fabulous and really interesting. I remember being so bummed for Jersey in the beginning... here she thought life has turned around, started to go on the upswing. I really don't feel like I can talk a lot about the book, there are just so many twists and just the unexpected. I really enjoyed the story, the characters; the varying feelings... everything combined created one of my top reads of the year!!

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.

Excerpt:

“We ate at the hotel.” Her lips twisted to the side. “Mind if I stick some stuff in my bag for later?”

A tiny wrinkle formed between Ian’s eyes, just below the long sweep of his black bangs. “There will be lots of food available later too. But…” he shrugged, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees “…take whatever you want.”

Jersey glanced over her shoulder at the food and the three other men in the room. She decided to wait a little while before shoving as much as possible into her bag like a free-for-all. “Thanks.” Jersey returned her attention to Ian. “So … you’re a singer. Like … are you a big deal?”

Every word she spoke seemed to feed his level of happiness. “Well …” He rubbed his chin, twisting his lips. “We play music. People like to listen to our music. But no … it’s not a big deal. We’re not saving lives or anything like that.”

She eyed him with suspicion for a few seconds. That smile of his didn’t feel worthy of complete trust. “Um … what exactly do you need me to do? What’s my job? They already took Chris. Will that big, bearded guy come for me too?” Jersey couldn’t remember his name.

“No.” Ian stood, pushing his elbows out from his shoulders, twisting side to side. “Tonight you are just going to watch the concert from backstage. Tomorrow night you’ll sell merchandise.”

“Drugs. You mean drugs, don’t you?”

Ian paused his stretching, letting his arms fall limp to his sides. “Merchandise—T-shirts, posters, keychains, phone cases, hats, guitar pics …”

“To who?”

“Fans.” Ian grinned. “Okay. I might have understated all of this to you … can you name a famous singer? Old or new. Doesn’t matter. Just a famous singer.”

“I had a foster parent who used to listen to Josh Groban.” Jersey gnashed her teeth, still feeling so much anger. Dena wasn’t just a foster parent; she was Jersey’s friend.

“Okay. Well, Josh has sold millions of records, and he’s a huge star in his genre of music. Thousands of people pack venues all over the world to see him sing live in concert. And they sell merchandise of his at those concerts.”

Jersey gazed unblinkingly at Ian as he scratched his jaw.

“Well, I sing a different genre of music, but I, too, travel the world, singing to sold-out concert venues, andI have people who sell my merchandise at these concerts.”

Jersey dropped her bag to her feet and planted her fists on her hips. “Listen, Coop. Stop talking down to me. I’m not an idiot. I know what a concert is. But earlier today you didn’t say what you did or what the job was you were offering. You bought a homeless person a hot dog and offered her a job. Of course, I’m going to think something sketchy might be involved.”

Tipping her chin up, she held her breath to puff out her chest, pretending the recent revelation of Ian Cooper being a famous singer didn’t faze her one bit. Inside, Jersey’s heart hammered into her ribcage, and her mind reeled trying to figure out the day’s events.

“Coop?” His lips twitched into a tiny grin.

“It’s short for Cooper.”

“Clearly.” Ian chuckled. “But my name is Ian. Everyone calls me Ian.”

“I busted the nose and jaw of a kid named Ian. He tried to stick his cock in my ass. I’ll call you Tom, Dick, or Harry, but I’m not calling you Ian because that makes me want to physically harm you.”

Ian’s eyebrows shot up his forehead as his head whipped back a few inches. “Coop it is.” 

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About Jewel

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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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.

*

Dirty Pool is a standalone romantic suspense. 

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

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.

To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bf9lzD

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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!

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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.

*

Dirty Pool is a standalone romantic suspense. 

EXCLUSIVE RELEASE EXCERPT

“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.

To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bf9lzD

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