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Thursday, October 18, 2018

REVIEW TOUR: Long Live the Beautiful Hearts by Emma Scott

LONG LIVE THE BEAUTIFUL HEARTS

by Emma Scott

Never again would I allow my heart to become the plaything of someone else.

Never again would I let a man (or men) come between me and my goals.

Never again would I love without feeling the fullness of that love in return.

Not until I knew it was real. And if that took me a lifetime to find, so be it.

Those were my vows, and after all that had happened with Connor and Weston, I was determined to keep them. To protect my heart.

And then he came home, and my vows became his promises.

He held my heart in his hands with reverence and care.

He helped me find my soul’s greatest purpose in life.

He loved me with a love so pure and vibrant, I knew I’d never feel anything like it in a hundred lifetimes.

It was real.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it all came crashing down when I discovered the deep love I thought I’d found was nestled in a web of lies—so soft and silken I hadn’t noticed it was there.

Until it was too late.

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Long Live the Beautiful Hearts is the emotional, heart-wrenching conclusion to the Beautiful Hearts Duet by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL LOVE TRIANGLE

THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE. It should not be read without first reading Bring Down the Stars

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Oh, good Lord… I’m not sure how I can even put my thoughts and feelings to paper. I finished this book three days ago and I’ve thought on it. This is a story that breathes air into you. You feel the pulse of Emma Scott’s heart… it shot strait to mine. I’m not sure I’ve ever, like E.V.E.R. been more impressed with a person’s writing… with the way Ms. Scott told this story. She put my heart through an emotional wringer… I felt everything! The saying “all the feels” have never meant more to me than saying it in relation with this book.

Really, I don’t feel able to say more. Autumn, Connor, and Weston share a story that I hope everyone is reading. I hope you read it knowing how the author’s world was shaken to the core and how she was able to preserver and she wrote a duet, a novel, unlike anything I have ever read before. Again, I’ve never been more impressed or more moved!

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.

Bring Down the Star

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow.

I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.

But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

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Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

LONG LIVE THE BEAUTIFUL HEARTS

by Emma Scott

Never again would I allow my heart to become the plaything of someone else.

Never again would I let a man (or men) come between me and my goals.

Never again would I love without feeling the fullness of that love in return.

Not until I knew it was real. And if that took me a lifetime to find, so be it.

Those were my vows, and after all that had happened with Connor and Weston, I was determined to keep them. To protect my heart.

And then he came home, and my vows became his promises.

He held my heart in his hands with reverence and care.

He helped me find my soul’s greatest purpose in life.

He loved me with a love so pure and vibrant, I knew I’d never feel anything like it in a hundred lifetimes.

It was real.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it all came crashing down when I discovered the deep love I thought I’d found was nestled in a web of lies—so soft and silken I hadn’t noticed it was there.

Until it was too late.

**********

THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE. It should not be read without first reading Bring Down the Stars

AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON AU | AMAZON CA

Bring Down the Star

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

REVIEW TOUR: Bring Down the Stars by Emma Scott

BRING DOWN THE STARS

Beautiful Hearts Duet Book 1

By Emma Scott

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I started this book early in the day and was at first a bit afraid that this was too similar to Meghan Quinn’s last duet. While it definitely has some similarities there are a ton of differences! You get the feel right away that this wasn’t written in a normal typing and fingers fashion. Bring Down the Stars was written straight from the heart. Deep inside where all our fears and secrets are hidden. This reads like pure poetry which is handy with Weston and Autumn’s interest. BDtS also makes me think of Shakespearean work. It is like Emma Scott’s heart is talking directly to her reader’s hearts. I feel the energy of this book with its pulsing heart and stuttered confusion.

Once I hit Part III I was so definite in how I thought I wanted things to happen. Boy was I wrong. Ms. Scott is so clever in her writing and in her character building that I fell for the entire cast and crew. Weston is surely, a bit aloft and grouchy. He’s been hurt at a tender age in his life from those meant to protect and love him. He’s got issues. Connor, the rich boy who has it all. He’s never had to work hard a day in his life. As annoying as one might think that is, it isn’t, not coming from Connor who is a sweet guy with a good heart. He struggles and seems to be holding onto Wes’s coattails. I kept trying to figure out who was “in charge” or who the dominant male is but they are so evenly matched that I couldn’t figure them out. Simply put, Wes and Connor are best friends and they look out for each other.

So what happens when two guys both fall for THE woman!? Can a friendship spanning nearly a decade survive Autumn? Ms. Scott takes us through the aches and pains of friendship and falling in love, which is hard enough, if the friends weren’t falling for the same person. What a story!! Beautiful and heartbreaking! This is a must read and has easily found its way onto my top 10 reads of 2018. Now, if I could just get my hands on book two!

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

I took the cement stairs into the library and entered the cool, hushed confines of the main reading room. None of the long mahogany desks with green-shaded lamps were empty. One of the university clubs had taken over two-thirds of the space. The rest of the tables were filled with students like me, trying to get a head start their course load.

I finally found an empty seat at the end of a table, opposite a blond guy engrossed in reading. His open backpack spilled books and papers into what I hoped could be my table territory.

“Excuse me,” I whispered. “Can I…?”

He looked up, his expression vaguely hostile. Piercing blue-green eyes set in a stunningly handsome, if angular, face met mine. High cheekbones, sharp chin and long straight nose. He looked chiseled out of smooth stone at first glance, then his features softened for a moment as his gaze swept over me. Something like recognition lit up his eyes, and I could see the gears of his brain turning as he studied, analyzed, and then came to a conclusion. Not a good one, I guessed, because his expression hardened again.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. He stood up, leaning his tall, slender frame over the table to corral the books back into his pack.

“Thanks,” I said, thinking if he wasn’t a basketball player or a runner, he was a model.

All right, girl, get a grip.

I sat, cracked my textbook and settled in to read. I wasn’t through two pages when the words blurred to nonsensical gibberish and my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched.

I glanced up, straight into the ocean eyes of the guy across from me. A million thoughts swirled in their soft depths before they quickly glanced down. He slouched lower in his chair, disappearing behind his book—the collected poems of Walt Whitman. Part of me wanted to melt. Good lord, a hot guy reading poetry? I was only human.

And this is how you wound up with a broken heart in the first place.

I must’ve been frowning at the book because the guy held it up and said, “Not a fan?”

I blinked back to reality. “No,” I said. “I mean, yes. I love Whitman. And poetry in general. I just... Never mind.”

He regarded me a long moment, then slowly closed Whitman and picked up Atlas Shrugged from his short stack of books.

“Ugh, that’s even worse,” I muttered without thinking, and then shook my head. “God, sorry, I left my filter at home. Don’t listen to me.”

His lip curled. “Is there anything in my collection you approve of?”

A hot, smart asshole, I thought. Game on.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m not in a good mood today and it’s making me forget my manners. I’ll leave you to read your capitalist propaganda in peace.”

The guy’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the blond hair that fell across his brow. “Not a fan of Rand either?” He smirked knowingly. “No, of course you aren’t.”

My blood heated at his flippant tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The guy nodded at my textbook—Global Responsibility and the Third-World Hunger Epidemic—and shrugged, as if that answered everything.

“Oh.” I frowned. “Well… yes. I mean, Rand’s point of view is purely capitalist and mine isn’t. Not by a long shot.”

The student sitting to my right exchanged glances with the girl sitting across from him. Then both packed up their books and left.

“We’re being disruptive,” I said to my across-table neighbor. “We need to stop talking now.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on me. “So what’s your point of view?”

“My what?”

“You said your point of view isn’t capitalist.” He raised a brow. “So what is it?”

“Humanist, I suppose. Since you asked. I think everyone, regardless of race, creed, income-level, or sex should be granted the same shot as anyone else.” I raised a brow at him. “But you don’t?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” he said with a slight chuckle. “Since we’re tossing labels around, I’m a realist.” He held up his book. “And not a fan of Rand either.”

“You’re not?” I leaned back too, crossing my arms. “Are you just messing with me or what?”

“Maybe,” he said. “What do you care what I think anyway?”

My mouth fell slack. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.”

“No problem.”

“Wow, you’re rude.”

“That’s the word on the street.”

“I can see why.” I lifted my own book up to signal conversation over, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I could feel the hum of his presence like a field of electrical wires, getting under my skin and infiltrating my thoughts. The buzz went beyond distraction. It felt like a challenge had been laid down.

And I never walked away from a challenge.

I lowered my book to see the guy’s glance hide behind his book again.

“Well?” I demanded.

“Well what?”

Why are you watching me?

“Why are you reading Ayn Rand if you don’t like her either?”

“Required reading for an English Lit minor.”

“And your major? Let me guess, pre-law.”

“God, no,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows but he offered nothing more. “Are you going to make me run through Amherst’s list of majors until I guess which one is yours?”

“Yes,” he said. “Alphabetically, please.”

A laugh burst out of me against my will, and the guy almost smiled. Every one of his hard angles softened.

“Economics,” he said. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with it.”

“That feels like the most honest thing you’ve said to me so far,” I said.

“And that’s important to you?”

“Yes,” I said, my laughter dying away as I remembered Mark and that girl, naked in the bed I’d slept in just the night before. “Honesty is very important.”

He lifted one shoulder.

“You don’t agree?” I asked.

“Being honest is sometimes mistaken for being rude.”

“You must be really honest,” I said.

Again, he almost smiled. “Must be.”

Satisfied that I’d held my own against this beautiful but hostile member of the opposite sex, I went back to my book…for eight entire seconds before my skin started prickling again. The electric hum of his attention was impossible to ignore.

When I looked up this time, he didn’t look away but cleared his throat.

“I’m Weston Turner.”

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Monday, August 20, 2018

RELEASE DAY: Bring Down the Stars by Emma Scott

BRING DOWN THE STARS

Beautiful Hearts Duet Book 1

By Emma Scott

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EXCERPT

Later that night, Connor lay sprawled on the couch with SportsCenter blaring, scrolling his phone. I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my pen against an empty page in my notebook and contemplating running as my Object of Devotion. I couldn’t muster the blood and guts to put it to paper. I liked running. It served a purpose, but did I want to make it my life?

“Oh shit,” Connor cried from behind me.

“What is it?”

“I accidentally texted her.”

“Who?” I said, knowing damn well who.

“Autumn. I was fucking messing around and I hit that stupid predictive text thing, then panicked and hit send.”

“So what?”

“I don’t text or call a girl until at least three days have passed.”

I set down my pen and turned around. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. It looks desperate to text her the same day.”

I hid a smile. “What did you text?”

“Just ‘yes’.” His eyes widened. “Shit. She’s texting me back.”

Connor jumped up from the couch and came to where I sat, standing next to my chair as we both watched his phone.

Yes…? J

Connor typed, Hey.

I smirked. “Really?”

“Yeah, so?”

A pause, then a new text bubbled up. What’s up?

“Now she’s annoyed,” I said. “Or impatient.”

Connor looked to me. “What do I say?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“You’re good at this shit. How many papers did you write for me at Sinclair?”

“This is not the same thing.”

“Ballpark.” Connor made a face. “Dude, she’s waiting.”

I frowned, thought for a moment. “Tell her the truth.”

“Hell no—”

“Tell her the truth but make it better. Tell her you were messing with your phone while thinking about her. Tell her that you wanted to talk to her so badly, your subconscious made it happen.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Connor’s fingers flew, and then he hit send.

There was a pause and no answer.

Connor frowned. “What’s this mean?”

“It’s good. I mean she’s thinking about what you said.”

The rolling dots of Autumn’s reply came in.

The old ‘accidental text’ move? I feel like I’ve seen that before…;-)

“She’s not letting you off the hook so easily,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Don’t deny. Tell her she’s one hundred percent right. You’ll make any excuse to talk to her.”

“That’s perfect, man.”

Connor typed and hit send.

I like your honesty, came the reply.

“Hey, it’s working.” Connor beamed. “Now what?”

It was working, and I didn’t like what it was.

“I don’t know, man,” I said, waving a hand. “Type something. Whatever you’re thinking.”

“I want her to go out with me.”

“Then ask.”

With a horrible fascination, I watched Connor type, So, dinner?

“Jesus, dude,” I said.

“What? That’s exactly what you told me to do.”

“Not like that,” I said. “I told you she needs romance.”

I don’t know, she wrote. I have so much work to do already.

“Fuck,” Connor said. He nudged me with his phone. “Wes, man, you do it.”

I blinked. “Do what now?”

“Ask her out for me. The right way.”

I stared.

“Look, this girl is special. I’m not too proud to admit I need back-up getting things rolling with her.” He grinned that winning smile. “C’mon. Just this once.”

“But…”

Connor shoved his phone into my hand. “Come on, man. Do what you do. Write something witty and poetic. Something that’ll impress her enough to get me another text. Another…anything.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Write something that knocks her on her ass and gets me in the door. That’s all I ask.”

I looked at Connor's phone in my hand and Autumn Caldwell’s text, waiting for an answer. I felt my best friend’s expectations literally breathing down my neck as he leaned over me.

Ignoring the small ache in my heart, I thought about what I would’ve said to Autumn had it been my phone in my hand, and began to type.

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Friday, June 15, 2018

Blog Tour: SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST by Skye Warren

Survival of the Richest, an all-new emotional and romantic standalone from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren, is available NOW!

A Park Avenue princess...

My story starts with a plunge into the cold water of Manhattan's harbor. A strong hand hauls me back onto the deck of the luxury yacht. Christopher was supposed to be my enemy, the son of my mother's latest husband. Instead he protects me with fierce determination when I need him most.

This tale begins with a fall, but it doesn't end there.

Because another man wants me.

Sutton wants to consume me with a passion more feral than kind. In the lush emotional wilderness I'm not sure I want Christopher to save me this time...

Or if there will be anything left if he tries.

SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST is a book about finding your soul's desire, even if the search leads you places you never expect. A woman torn between two men. An impossible choice. And a war fought on the most dangerous battlefield--the heart.

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Here I was all excited to read the continuation of Trust Fund! I dove in with this over-exuberance that Skye Warren’s books bring out in me… and, now, here I am sit dying for the next installment, The Evolution of Man to be released. I was immediately all for Christopher in the prologue in Trust Fund. I wavered after getting more of the story. I’m not hugely into love triangles but I’m into this author and her creative writing, her characters that I love to love and love to hate. Man, Ms. Warren pulled out all the stops in Survival of the Richest. I was so unsure who I was rooting for half the book but I should have always known I’d be on Christopher’s side. He just pulled me in right from the start.

Enough about that before I end up on a rant that I cannot get into because not everyone has read this yet! Just like I’ve come to expect from Ms. Warren, her books are packed, like SUPER DUPER bursting at the seams packed, with heat. I’ll give it to Sutton, he sure turns up the temperature but Christopher has captured my heart! This could just rival #TeamJacob and #TeamEdward obsession levels! Ms. Warren does a fantastic job at confusing your mind and your heart. I love reading and it makes it even better when an author is able to get me so invested in their story. I feel so muddled about this book! Fan-friggin-tastic job Ms. Warren! You’ve left me wondering which way is up and which way is down!

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.

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This was just what I needed, a good Skye Warren story. She delivers every time with her sexy and charismatic characters. I’m having a hard time believing that this is just an extended prologue and not a full on novella. It was packed with way more feeling that I expected in just an opening.

Harper is full of spunk and sass. I loved her ‘tude at 15 years old just as mush as I love the loyal devotion she shows for her mother all through her life. In this short read I felt like I understood Harper’s relationship with her father. I think most of us will relate. Christopher though, he’s difficult to understand and, so far, relate to. I was totally all about him... until those last 2 pages. Then I might have been a bit upset at this ending and cannot wait for Survival of the Richest!!

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:

My body heats at the words, at the remembered pleasure of Sutton’s mouth on my sex. Christopher looks down at me, as if he can feel the heat emanating from between my legs. His expression turns stark, as if he’s in pain. That’s only fair, because I’m in pain too.

“You deserve better than that,” Christopher says, but there’s no way to pretend he’s talking about Sutton. He’s talking about himself and we both know it.

“He gives me what I want, which is something you might try next time you like a girl.”

“It wasn’t that,” he says, harsh again.

“No?” I step forward and place a hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart beats strong and fast. He may want to be unaffected by me, but he isn’t. I tilt my face up toward him.“You didn’t imagine me naked in the cabin later?”

He sucks in a breath.“You were too young then.”

My words come out as a whisper.“What about now? Will you do what Sutton said—imagine me in this dress when you go home after this?”

“It’s not fucking decent,” he says, even though the silk covers every part of me. It’s a perfectly respectable dress, when it’s not hitched up around my waist.

“You can thank Sutton for this,” I say, because it’s true. He’s the only reason I lean forward and place my lips against Christopher’s, touching them in some terrible attempt to show him what he gave up, to prove to myself that I don’t care about either of them.

Christopher sucks in a breath. For a second I think he’s going to pull away. He stiffens and grasps my hair with his fist. Easy enough for him to stop the kiss. Instead he dips my head back and deepens it, exploring my mouth with his teeth, his tongue. Opening me wider until I whimper. Pulling me close until I can feel how hard he is beneath his slacks.

His other hand fists in the gauze of my dress, and I realize he’s holding me with both hands clenched—one in my hair and one in my clothes. I don’t know whether he’s doing it so he doesn’t have to touch me or because it’s a way to control me without bruising me. He uses both hands to tug me closer; I’m pressed so tightly I can’t imagine getting away.

Where Sutton had been raw sensuality and playfulness, Christopher is pure determination. He kisses me like he’s a conquering army, like I’m made of gold he has to grasp—or lose forever.

About Skye:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.