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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

RELEASE DAY: Malum: Part 2 by Amo Jones



Malum: Part 2 
(The Elite King's Club book 5), 
a dark and emotional romance 
by Amo Jones is NOW LIVE!


Some girls don’t like pretty things.
Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees.
They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?
The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.
This is a war of fate.
π‘†β„Žπ‘’’𝑠 π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜.
π‘†β„Žπ‘’’𝑠 π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘™.
π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’, π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ 
π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑑 π‘Ž π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘’
𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘›π‘œ π‘˜π‘›π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘.
𝐼’𝑙𝑙 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘™
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒.
π‘π‘œ π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘.
π‘π‘œ π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑑 π‘Ž π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘¦-π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘’.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑀𝑖𝑛
π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑛
𝐼𝑑’𝑠 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›.
π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠.
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž
𝑇𝑒𝑔𝑠 π‘œπ‘› π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ 
πΏπ‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž 𝑝𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘™π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘ 
π‘Šπ‘–π‘™π‘™ π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘’π‘›π‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž
π‘‡π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘  π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘š
π‘‚π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘–π‘š
π‘‚π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’
𝐼𝑑 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑑 π‘Ž π‘”π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›’𝑑 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘˜π‘ 
𝐼𝑓 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›’𝑑 π‘œπ‘π‘’π‘¦
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’’𝑠 π‘Ž π‘›π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ…
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About Amo Jones

Amo Jones is a small country girl totally winging this author thing (she's probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic. She's a profound work-a-holic, but when she's not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & partner at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand.
New Zealand is not a state of Australia and rugby is the best sport ever played.

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Friday, May 31, 2019

REVIEW TOUR: Deceit by Ava Harrison



DECEIT by Ava Harrison  
Release Date: May 27th, 2019  
Cover Design: Hang Le  
Photographer: Jon Wong  
Model: Christian Hogue


Deceit is live and only $2.99 
FOR A LIMITED TIME!  
Read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
 
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Blurb:
  I needed to get away.  
My ex was getting married.  
So, I left.
The English countryside was a picture-perfect escape.  
The dashing stranger an even better one.  
And what started as a chance encounter quickly became more.
He promised to show me how to live, how to feel alive and forget a past best forgotten.  
He made me believe things could be different.  
That was until I found out who he was . . .
He was Oliver Blackthorn. The 16th Earl of Lockhart. 
Thirty-third in line to the throne.  
And a liar.



First, I really, like really, love this cover. I'm so over the half naked men on book covers. I mean, where'd all that creativity? However, Deceit's cover is amazing. It's classy and sexy but not over the top objectionable... some piece of man-meat. Yeah, I said it and I'm not even sorry. Anyway, don't get me started on the spiel of objectification of man and women and how neither should be slabs if meat...ok, I started, I'm done now. Ok, so Deceit and its cover doesn't make me feel horrible for looking at it. I love the black and white and the pop of the color in the title. Gorgeous!!

Ava Harrison writes some of the best British men out there. Oliver is one of Harrison's best guys yet!! His patience is beyond what people normally give. Really, he's got the patience of a saint, I'm not sure Addison even deserved him. And here lies my issues with the story: Addison. I had a bit of a hard time relating to her, or even liking her. Her behaviors turned me off.

It's odd; if I could rate the first 60% of this book I'd give it 4 stars. I'd rate the last 40% with only 2 stars. So I think my overall will be 3 stars. I struggled even with the ending 2 stars but with Ava Harrison's way of writing plus she can really add some humor and lightness to things. Her writing made this story worth it for me. While I definitely DID NOT hate this book, it wasn't a favorite of hers even if I fell hard for Olly. I guess this really shows me how much a character I didn't really like impacts the story for me. It isn't typical for me to not totally love her stories so please, give it a try... it might be different for you.

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.



About the Author:
  Ava Harrison is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author. 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.

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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

RELEASE DAY: Written With Regret by Aly Martinez

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Written With Regret, the first in an all-new emotional duet from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!

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Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.
By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.
When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.
But that was where my fairytale ended.
Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.
At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.
I owed Caven my life.
However, I owed that innocent child more.
And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.


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Oh, my lanta! Aly Martinez is like the angst queen here!! My heart, yesh, I feel like it's been stepped on and kicked around and then boiling coffee was tossed on me. It hurts! Anywho, Written with Regret is written in dual POVs with jumps from past to present. I've noticed this is a thing lately... or perhaps I'm reading more second chance stories or friends to live books. Either way, the method doesn't bother me at all. I feel as though I'm able to really understand them if I get to know the characters over the years.

Martinez is one of the most riveting and shocking authors. I can be reading her books and feeling good... I'm thinking I know what's happening and how it's all going to play out and then... here comes Miss Martinez with her unexpected plot twist and she knocks me upside the head with it. I know, it sounds extreme... you read Written with Regret and tell me you don’t walk away a bit dazed and wicked confliction. I pick up Aly Martinez books when I want to be surprised and when I want to feel every written word. I know Martinez with deliver with an emotional roundhouse. Written with You cannot come soon enough!

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:
Life had never been easy for me. Chaos had been following me like a dark cloud, looming and hovering, casting its shadow far and wide despite how bright the path in front of me should have appeared. After growing up the way I had, where happiness had been more of a privilege than a choice, I knew better than to believe that that moment would be anything other than fleeting.

And one second later, the universe proved me right.

I opened the door to see who had rung the bell—a cursory check revealed an empty hallway.
And that’s when I heard it: the sound that changed not only my entire life in the present, but my life for all future days to come.

At first, it was just a grunt, but as if that baby could feel my gaze, the minute my eyes made contact, it let out a sharp cry.

Confusion hit me like a lightning bolt, sending me back a step. I used the door frame for balance as I took in the yellow blanket with a hole only big enough to reveal a pale-pink face.
“What the fuck?” I breathed. Glancing around the hall, I waited for someone to jump out and start laughing. When no one spoke up to issue a punchline, I took a step closer and repeated, “What the fuck?”

I was utterly unable to process the absurdity in front of me.

Of course, I knew the facts.

It was a baby.

On my doorstep.

Alone.

But the why in that equation was glaringly absent.

“Uhhh,” Ian drawled, peering over my shoulder. “Why is there a kid at your door?”

“I have no idea,” I replied, staring down at the squirming and now-screaming bundle. “It was just there when I opened the door.”

Ian shoved me to the side so he could stand beside me. “You’re shitting me, right?”
“Does it look like I’m shitting you?”

He looked from me to the baby, then back again. “How did it get there?”

We were two incredibly smart men who had created a technology empire out of nothing. But, clearly, a baby was too big for either of us to wrap our minds around.

I swept an arm out and pointed to the kid. “I have no clue, but I’m assuming it didn’t catch a cab.”

A light of understanding hit his eyes. He moved first, stepping over the crying baby and hurrying down the hall, searching around the corner near the elevator before returning alone.

The party continued behind me, but even with the door open, the loud chatter was no match for the ear-piecing cries happening in that hallway.

Veronica suddenly appeared beside me, her body going solid as she stammered out. “Is that…a baby?”

“Back up,” I urged, throwing my arm out to block her path as though the infant were going to suddenly morph into a rabid animal. And let’s be honest, I knew nothing about babies. Anything was possible.

Ian dropped to his knees, scooping up the wailing child. Meanwhile, I stood there like a gawking idiot, paralyzed by a weight I didn’t yet understand.

“Call the pol—” He stopped abruptly and reached into the top of the child’s blanket. “Oh shit,” he whispered, his wide, panic-filled eyes flashing to mine.

“What?” I asked, stepping toward him to get a better look at the kid. Only it wasn’t that tiny baby cradled in his arms that made my heart stop and bile rise in my throat.

There, in my best friend’s hand, was a folded piece of notebook paper that had been tucked into the child’s blanket. From the looks of it, the paper was unremarkable in every sense of the word. Blue lines, white spaces, hanging remnants from where it had been haphazardly ripped from a spiral bound notebook. Even the crease was crooked. But it was my name scrawled on the outside in messy, black ink that made it the most remarkable paper in existence.

I snatched it from his hand and, with blood roaring in my ears, opened it.

Caven, I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen. This is our daughter Keira. I’ll love her forever. Take care of her the way I can’t.

Written with regret, Hadley

The hall began to spin, my head feeling like every ounce of blood had been drained from my body. The thundering in my ears faded and the loud chatter of my guests, who were suddenly aware that something was happening at the door, roared to life.

And then the chaos finally found me all over again—the past playing out in my head like my life flashing before my eyes.

I sucked in a deep breath and looked at the baby in his arms. The blanket had fallen off its head just enough to reveal a patch of fine hairs, more orange than its mother’s red.

“Call the police,” I declared, turning on a toe and walking back into my apartment, leaving Ian standing in the hall with Hadley’s child.

Shoving through the crowd of concerned onlookers, I headed straight to the bottles of liquor lining the counter. I didn’t bother with ice or even a glass. I threw back that bottle of vodka, hoping like hell the burn of the alcohol could numb the panic coursing through my veins.
Through it all, that baby never stopped crying.
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Written With You, today!
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About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.


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Friday, May 24, 2019

BLOG TOUR: Choose Me by RC Boldt

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Choose Me by RC Boldt
Release Date: May 21, 2019


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Choose Me, an all-new standalone coming-of-age romanceby RC Boldt.

Wearing the nicest suit I own, I stand in the very back with a flask full of whiskey in my inner pocket. I put on a brave face as I watch her walk down the aisle.

Because it’s too late.

I refuse to be the bastard who makes her cry on her wedding day, but I’m dying to tell her what I’ve always known. She’s my best friend, but she doesn’t realize she owns my f*cking heart and soul, too.
Each step down that aisle takes her farther away from me and brings her closer to him, forcing me to face the truth: I’ve fallen in love with someone who can’t be mine. If she’d just turn around, maybe she’d realize I love her more than he ever could.

I won’t ruin her perfect day, but my broken heart begs me to try and convince her.

Choose me.


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Oh my lanta!! RC Boldt killed it y'all!! I am completely smitten with Hollis. His insecurities have just touched my heart. Magnolia is his best friend and always has been. They are more than just friends though; they are the other halves to the other. They both know it. They are both too scared and dance around it. Hollis is there for Magnolia unlike anyone has ever been there for her. He loves her and she knows he's always beside her.

I loved the friendship between two people from vastly different lifestyles. I loved that these two didn't let other relationships pull them apart especially during those high school days when so many conflicting emotions come at us. I adored how they both just knew what the other needed and did it. RC Boldt layered in some secrets and lies with a bitter mom and a snobby, upper class mom that thinks she's too good for those lowly blue collar families. Her writing was superb... it's hard to believe some might have been dictated to a husband or a machine. This story was delicious and has some of the sexiest and HOTTEST scenes I have ever read... like EVER. READ!!! I legit wiggled in my seat reading some parts of this book.

I loved the way we started at present day and went all through their lives and friendship. We got to see all the important milestones and a few major heartbreaks. We got to see them fight and make up... but they were always there for each other. Really, RC Boldt was brilliant in keeping my attached to this story. I was so invested after just that first chapter. The writing was vivid and clear, fun and angsty... some of her best writing yet!

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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Excerpt:

“Hollis?”

 I startle at the male voice calling my name. When I turn, I find a guy about my height wearing a button-down shirt beneath a sport coat and a pair of pressed slacks. He regards me with a mixture of surprise and recognition while I have no idea who the hell he is. He steps closer with a smile.

 “Sorry to catch you off guard,” he apologizes and holds out his hand to me. “Grant Stevenson.”

 I shake his hand warily. “Hollis Barnes.” I pause before adding, “But somehow, you already knew that.”

 He grins, and if I’m being completely honest, I don’t detect any douchebag vibes. “I recognized you from one of the photos Magnolia has in her room of the two of you.”

 It takes all my control to suppress the jolt that zigzags through me at his words. She still keeps a photo of us?

 His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he lifts his chin to gesture to me. “Although I have to be honest, the ink and beard initially threw me off.”

 A surprised laugh escapes me, and I slide my hands into my pockets.

 Grant steps closer and glances around before lowering his voice. “I’m actually glad you’re here. I know you and Magnolia haven’t seen one another in a while, but you’re her oldest friend…”

 Oldest friend. Not best friend. I don’t miss the phrasing. Although I don’t feel it’s intentional, it cuts deep just the same.

 “I’m nervous as hell, and I’m hopin’ you can tell me if she’d like this.”

 It takes me a moment to realize what he’s pulled out of his pocket.

 A velvet ring box and a packet of Pop Rocks.

 Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 I resist the urge to rub at the center of my chest, where searing pain radiates.

 He flicks open the box to reveal a ring with a large diamond that’s fancy as hell. Something Mrs. Barton would love and deem appropriate. But Magnolia? Hell no.

 “Her mom helped me pick it out.”

 Exactly.

 “And I know she loves Pop Rocks since she always has a pack.”

 Not the strawberry flavor.

 But he’s trying. I can see the nervousness in his expression. The hope. The excitement.

 I can’t crush this guy. He’s exactly what her parents have always wanted for her. The kind of guy who doesn’t get his hands dirty. The one with money and connections.

 The one who can give her the future her parents expect her to have. The one who won’t come home with rough hands, callused to hell and back from working on a project that’s for a high-end client or due to be auctioned off to a car collector with more money than they know what to do with.

 The man who wears button-downs like they’re second skin. Designer clothes.

 So caught up in my thoughts, I don’t immediately realize that he’s pocketed the items and is gazing in another direction. When I turn and follow his focus, catching sight of her weaving through the crowd, I take advantage of the moment and let my eyes drink her in. She’s…so goddamn beautiful.

 Her long blond hair spills down her back, and even beneath the shapeless graduation gown, her sleek, tanned legs peek out from the bottom hem, her heels accentuating her toned calf muscles.

 When she catches sight of Grant, her entire face lights up, and…goddammit.

 I can’t do this. This was a fucking mistake. It’s like someone’s performing open heart surgery and just cracked my chest open without anesthesia.



About RC Boldt:

RC Boldt enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl. 




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