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Friday, January 27, 2017

Review: CASANOVA by Emma Hart!

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Type: Contemporary, Former friends, Hate-to-Love, Banteriffic.

My Review: I've talked about all the different romance tropes that I love - and here's another one for you - or maybe two, actually. Here we have former friends reuniting - and we also have the hate-to-love theme. These are both romance classics, but Emma Hart manages to make it her own while still staying true to the themes we romance-aholics know and love.

I'm still flustered by how I could find Brett to be a jerk, yet still feel bad for him since his family treats him like crap. Sure, he kind of deserved it, but you could tell it hurt him - and my heart went out to him. I enjoyed Lani's character as well, she was appropriately snarky and I appreciated that she wasn't about to take any lip from anyone.

All that said, to be completely honest - this left me a little underwhelmed. There wasn't anything specifically wrong with this, it just seemed like it was lacking the punch it needed. And Brett, as much as I did like him, felt inconsistent more than a few times. I find myself a little disappointed, since Emma Hart is an author I've had my eye on to try for some time - I guess I will have to give a different book a shot in the future.

Cover Lovin': Very well done. I love the blue, and this would definitely catch my eye while browsing.

Recommendation: No prior knowledge necessary, so dive right in!

Final Rating: THREE out of FIVE stars (3/5)! Good, but ultimately underwhelming. Better luck next time - this author is still on my watch list.


Happy Reading!
~!~ Amanda, Novel Addiction ~!~    


   Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00027]I loved him more than life. He broke me and he didn't even know it. I ran from him. He didn't chase me. He never needed to, because he knew I'd come back. He was right. Death brought me home to him. Brett Walker. Drop dead gorgeous and filthy-mouthed with a smile that turns saints to sinners. A casanova to his core. My ex-best friend. And the bad boy whose reputation precedes him—the same reputation I'm tasked with turning to gold... Or so they think. ADD TO GOODREADS  

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      casanova-teaser7       CASANOVA-teaser6 1p0a9045By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Cover Reveal & Excerpt: SIN WITH ME by J.T. Geissinger!

We are so thrilled to reveal the cover and give you a first look at an excerpt from J.T. Geissinger's SIN WITH ME, which releases April 25th!

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Don't you love the cover? Find out more about SIN WITH ME below!

About SIN WITH ME

The past she can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s worth risking it all.
After a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble” tattooed all over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her heart.
Brody knows he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but there’s something between them that’s more than chemistry. Something real. He’ll just have to convince Grace that he’s worth the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens his last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.
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Read an excerpt from SIN WITH ME:

Like fingers interlacing, several things slowly come together and fit into place. “You could fall in love with me and not remember it?” I whisper. She swallows and nods. Dumbfounded, I stare at her. “Holy fuck.” Looking miserable, she nods again. She tries to pull away but I don’t let her. I put my arms around her and squeeze. She resists for what feels like forever, stiff and uncomfortable in my arms, but then slowly she gives in. She melts against me with a sigh, tucks her face into the space between my neck and shoulder, and winds her arms around my waist. We stand like that for a while, not talking, feeling the chaotic beating of each other’s hearts. Her hair smells like sunshine. She’s soft and warm against me, lush and feminine. My dick is still wrestling for control with my brain, which is in a state of shock and is just sitting there lifelessly inside my skull like a big lump of cheese. And suddenly I realize what a gift I’m being offered. I can never right the wrongs of the past, no matter how desperately I might want to. But maybe those wrongs aren’t the end of the story. Maybe they’re only a new beginning. If I’m going to do good by her, this is a fucking fantastic place to start. My voice gruff, I say, “I’m in.” She pulls away and looks at me, a little furrow between her brows. “What?” “I said I’m in. Fuck it. If I can make you fall in love with me once, I can make you fall in love with me again and again. Every day if I have to.” Grace blanches. “The Egosaurus rides again. I’m not in love with you!” “But you will be,” I vow, looking at her dead-on. “Because I’m not gonna leave you any other choice.” I plunge my hands into her hair, grip her head, pull her toward me, and fit my mouth against hers. It’s like the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve and Christmas morning, all rolled into one. Heat. Color. Noise. Fireworks behind my eyes. She moans into my mouth, digs her nails into my back, arches against me. I moan, too, fucking her luscious mouth with my tongue, one hand behind her neck and the other roaming all over her body, learning her shape, the dip of her waist, the full, tight curve of her ass. It’s greedy. It’s scorching. It’s everything. If there were a Guinness World Record for the most amazing, mind-blowing, cock-stiffening, heart-pounding, panty-melting, burn-down-the-house kiss, we’d win that motherfucker hands down. We’re both breathing hard, desperate, mindless, lost. The kiss goes on and on, until I’m drunk on her. I’m flying. I’m melting. I’m— Someone loudly clears his throat. Stunned and reeling, Grace and I break apart. Nico stands in the kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips, grinning like an idiot. “Hiya, kids,” he drawls. “What’re you two squirrels up to?” Flushed and trembling, Grace lifts a hand to her lips. She lets out a short, astonished laugh and cuts her gaze to me. I can’t talk either. My mouth can’t form any coherent words. I just stand there, dumb as a rock, my mind blank, my shorts tented, staring at Grace like I’ve spent my entire life up to this point living in a dark cave, surviving on worms and insects, and she just walked in with candles and flowers and a big fucking steak on a hot plate. “Uhh . . .” Nico bursts out laughing. “I’ll just go see what Kat’s up to.” Grace’s voice is high and shaky. She bolts from the room. “Just wanted to let you know a few people are starting to show up.” Nico glances at the front of my shorts and chuckles. “So, uh, you might want to pull yourself together, brother.” Shaken to my core, I sag against the counter, gripping it hard for support, and let out a ragged breath. “Jesus. Is that what it’s like for you with Kat? That feeling like you’re . . .” “Free-falling?” Nico supplies when I can’t find the right word. “High flying? Completely out of control?” When I look up at him, he nods. “Yeah, brother. It is. At the beginning. And then it gets so much deeper and so much better, there aren’t any words for it at all.” His eyes—bright, cobalt-blue eyes that made him famous—pierce me. “But be careful. Because once you get on that speeding train, you can’t get off. Even if it jumps the tracks, crashes into a nuclear power plant, and burns the whole world to the ground.” He gives me one long, last look and then turns around and leaves. From somewhere very far off, I hear the sound of my demon laughing.

About J.T. Geissinger

J.T. Geissinger is an award winning and best-selling author of dark, sexy romance. She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and was a finalist for the prestigious RITA© Award from the Romance Writers of America. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards. She lives in California with her husband, on whom all her heroes are based. Website | Newsletter | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram

Review: THE ROOM MATE by Kendall Ryan!

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Type: Contemporary, Romance, Sibling's best friend, Older female & younger male.


My Review: I think Kendall Ryan is stalking my brain. She knows just how to write a sexy scene that has me squirming in my seat. Heck, she has my glasses fogging up just thinking about Cannon, clothed or otherwise. And it's not just the hot romance that has me loving this book, the story shines just as much. 

I have to hand it to this author, older heroine/younger hero is not a romance trope I usually go for. Sure, the age gap I'd minimal, but what can I say - I love older guys. So super kudos to this author for making me fall in love with a book I might have turned away from otherwise. If I wasn't already in love with Kendall Ryan, that is.

Cover Lovin': Two thumbs way up!

Recommendation:  No prior knowledge necessary 

Final Rating: FOUR out of FIVE stars. Another truly awesome read by Kendall Ryan. I need more now!

Happy Reading!
~!~ Amanda, Novel Addiction ~!~

room-mate_amazonThe last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a swift reality check. Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation. Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right? I’m holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in love with him. I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process, all the better. There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with Cannon. But once we start…I realize betting against him may have been the biggest mistake of my life.    

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    the room mate available now (1)     the room mate chemistry 2     kendall-ryan-headshot-1-picA New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Excerpt: INTO THE FIRESTORM by Kat Martin!

Today we have an excerpt from Kat Martin's newest book, INTO THE FIRESTORM! I read the previous book, Into The Whirlwind, and loved loved loved it! So I'm so excited to check out Into the Firestorm. 

 



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At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .
 
M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.
 
Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.
 
Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .

EXCERPT:

Sitting at the long, neon-lit bar in Rocker's Karaoke Lounge, Luke Brodie sipped a cold Corona and eyed his quarry.  A bail skip named Skinner Digby leaned back in a chair at a round Formica-topped table a few feet away. 
"You here for Skinner?"  Eddie Mullens, the bartender, a string bean of a guy with gold wire-rimmed glasses, followed Luke's gaze to where Digby sat nursing a Jack and Coke.  Eddie knew everything that went on in this part of Seattle.  For a little cash once in a while, he kept Luke informed if anything interesting went down. 
Luke took a sip of his beer.  "Digby skipped on a DUI."
"Seems like small potatoes for you." 
Luke was a bounty hunter.  He went after FTAs, failures to appear, guys released on bail that didn’t show up in court.  He got twenty percent of whatever the bondsman had posted for their release and would have to forfeit if the fugitive wasn't rearrested.  Luke specialized in the toughest and most profitable cases, bail skips whose bond sometimes ran into the millions. 
"I need to ask Skinner some questions."  That was the way it worked.  You went after the small fish to get your hands on the big ones.  "Figure I might as well make a few bucks while I'm at it."
Luke took a swallow of beer and returned his attention to his quarry.  Digby had been flirting with a petite little brunette no more than five-foot-three in a tight black skirt and low-cut silver top who laughed at his dirty jokes.
Luke was getting irritated.  Skinner, with his bulldog face and beer belly, was no ladies' man.  Luke wished the woman would just take the free drink he offered and move on.
Instead, she sidled a little closer and leaned down to whisper in his ear, giving him a bird's eye view down the front of her sparkly top at some very impressive cleavage.  Skinner pulled out a chair, inviting her to join him. 
Luke softly cursed.  If the woman was going to hang around, he was going to have to make his move.  He didn't like putting a woman in the middle of a situation that might go bad, but he needed to talk to Digby.  The lady was giving him no choice. 
He set the beer bottle down on the bar and came off the stool.  Luke couldn't hear what the little brunette said, but Skinner snarled a curse and started up from his chair.
Luke couldn't believe his eyes when the lady grabbed Digby by the nape of the neck and shoved his head down, slamming him hard onto top of the table.

Skinner groaned and his muscles went limp.  The brunette twisted one of Skinner's arms up behind back, pulled a pair of handcuffs from the handbag on her shoulder, and shackled his wrist, did the same to the other one.  Looking even more stunned than Luke, Digby swayed, his legs wobbly, as the brunette hauled him to his feet.

Sonofabitch.  Luke turned to Eddie, who stood chuckling behind the bar.  "What the hell just happened?"

"She's something, ain't she?  Looks like the lady got to your bail skip first."

"Who is she?"
"Name's Cassidy.  She's a bounty hunter.  Pretty amazing, huh?"

Luke was torn between annoyance and curiosity.  "That's M. Cassidy?"

"Short for Emma.  The guys call her Em."
Em Cassidy.  He knew the name, thought it was a man.  He watched the petite brunette--nine inches shorter than Digby's six foot frame and no more than a hundred ten pounds--haul Skinner out the side door into the parking lot.  Luke reached for his beer, took a last swallow, tossed a little extra cash on the bar, and followed the lady outside.
It took him a minute to spot her beneath a lamp post at the edge of the parking lot.  He sauntered into the shadow of a car in a nearby space, got a real good look at her this time.
Late twenties, petite, but curvy in all the right places, thick dark hair that hung in heavy curls around her shoulders.
A bounty hunter.  That was a laugh. 

The smile on his face slipped a little as he watched her handle Skinner.  She had the guy sitting cross-legged on the grass, hands cuffed behind him.  She was pressing him to answer her questions--exactly the same questions Luke wanted to ask.
"There's a guy you know," she said.  "His name is Felix Riggs.  He's your supplier.  I want to know where to find him."

Felix Riggs.  Same guy Luke was hunting.
Skinner just grunted.  "Yeah, right.  Like I'm gonna tell you anything.  You damned near knocked me out, you bitch."
Emma lightly cuffed the back of Digby's head, and Luke bit back a grin.
"You skipped on a drunk-driving charge,” the lady said, “third offense, Skinner.  They're going to stick your butt in jail for at least a year.  Tell me what I want to know and I'll let you go."
She'd let him go?  Luke hadn't expected that.  Now he was even more intrigued.

Digby sat quietly, considering his options.  "Take off the cuffs, then I'll tell you what you want to know."
"Not a chance."
Digby shook his head.  "If Riggs finds out I told you, he'll kill me.  He don't like snitches."
Frustrated, Emma nibbled her bottom lip.  It was plump and damp, and Luke felt a curl of heat he hadn't expected.
"You want to walk or go to jail?" she asked, pushing, but not quite hard enough, only willing to go so far. 
Luke glanced around.  If Digby didn't spill in the next few minutes, there was a chance the cops would arrive.  Always somebody there to dial 911.

He stepped out of the shadows and Emma spun toward him, went into a wide-legged, self-defense stance.  He pointed to the bail enforcement badge clipped to his belt and she relaxed.

"I didn't hear you walk up," she said.
Luke ignored her, zeroed in on Skinner Digby, crouched down in front of him.  "The lady asked you nice and polite where to find Felix Riggs.  You know who I am?"
Skinner grunted.  "I know who you are.  You're Brodie."
"That's right.  I'm going to ask you the same question just one time.  You don't answer, you won't have to worry about dealing with Riggs.  You'll have to deal with me."   
Skinner swallowed. 
"Now...where is Felix Riggs?"
Skinner ran his tongue over his lips.  There was a lump turning purple in the middle of his forehead.  "Riggs is...he's out of town.  Won't be back till Monday."
"Where can I find him?" 
Skinner gave a sigh.  "Hangs around The Polo Club.  There's a bitch he's got the hots for."
"What's her name?"
"Lila Purdue...like the college, you know?"
"Yeah, I do."  Luke rose to his feet, turned to the lady standing a few feet away.  The moon was out.  She was prettier than he had first thought, with big doe eyes, fine features, and a firm little chin.  He was a boob man and from what he could tell, hers were prime grade A.
"Emma Cassidy," she said by way of introduction.
"Luke Brodie."  He glanced down at Skinner, who was grumbling beneath his breath, then looked back at Emma.  "Nice work," he said.
"Thank you."
Luke glanced across the parking lot.  "Here comes Skinner's ride.  I'll see you around."  He started walking as a black and white patrol car rolled into the lot.  Interesting lady, he thought, ambling over to his battered old Bronco.  Pretty and feminine with a hot little body.

The very last person who should be running around trying to hunt down criminals.
Luke just shook his head. 
He wondered why she was interested in Felix Riggs.  Riggs wasn't wanted, though he should be since he was a low-life scum.  Maybe he knew something about another bail skip she was hunting.  Luke hoped like hell Emma Cassidy wasn't going to confront the guy.  He didn't think she'd come out as unscathed as she had tonight.
None of your business, he told himself as he crossed the lot, slid in behind the wheel of his beat-up old Ford, and fired up the powerful V-8 engine.  

The Bronco, the perfect, non-descript surveillance vehicle, had been completely rebuilt.  A powerful Ford Racing Aluminator XS 5.0 liter Coyote Engine--500 plus horses--idled like a predator under the hood.  The Bronco had a Cobra jet intake manifold and fully CNC ported aluminum heads.  

Welded restraints had been fitted into the back to hold any prisoners he had to transport to jail.  Luke loved the Bronco.  Like driving a rocket disguised as a paper airplane. 
 
He checked the rearview mirror, saw little Emma Cassidy hauling butt-ugly Skinner Digby over to the patrol car.  Why she would want to be a bounty hunter he couldn't begin to guess.  

He'd never understood women. 
Clearly that hadn't changed. 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK
Luke Brodie is a bounty hunter.  A fat $600,000 is the 20% bail enforcement fee he'll collect if he brings in international criminal, Rudy Vance.
Emma Sullivan is also hunting Vance.  It's been almost a year since she arrived at her sister's home to find the housekeeper murdered and her young niece the victim of Vance's sick assault. 
Emma is determined to find Vance and make him pay.  And no one--not even the infamous Luke Brodie--is going to stop her.

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New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History.   She is married to L.J. Martin, author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.
Kat has written more than sixty-five novels.  Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Germany, Argentina, Greece, China, Russia, and Spain.
Born in Bakersfield, California, Kat currently resides in Missoula, Montana, on a small ranch in the beautiful Sapphire mountains.
Her last 12 books have hit the prestigious New York Times bestseller list.  INTO THE FURY and INTO THE WHIRLWIND her most recent releases, both took top ten spots. 

Visit Kat's website at www.katmartin.com
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