Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Release Blitz & Review...Heartless by Willow Winters




Title: Heartless
Series: Merciless Saga #2
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 17, 2018



Blurb

At first, his words were harsh and his touch cold.
I knew he was a dangerous man and he could destroy me if only he wanted to.

That’s not what he wanted though. 
It’s so easy to get lost in the touch of a man who’s powerful and unattainable. 
A man who wants for nothing … except me.
Soft touches and stolen glances made my blood heat and my heart beat in a way I never knew it could.

Yes, it’s easy to fall into a haze of lust and desire.
But there’s a reason his reputation is one of a heartless man.
And I should have known better.







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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!


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I was left feeling conflicted about my feelings towards Carter at the end of Merciless but in Heartless I finally started to feel like I was getting to know Carter. I think it’s safe to say I’m slowly falling for him. He’s both is and isn’t the man I thought he was. Aria is such a complex, confused character. One minute she’s a strong woman who knows what she wants but the next she’s back to been the pliant, accept what she’s told Aria. I loved the push and pull between Carter and Aria and the intensity when they’re around each other. With a war on its way, both Aria and Carter need to decide who is more important to them and prepare to deal with the storm that’s heading their way. 

Heartless is another great instalment from this series. It’s packed with action, it’s gritty and emotionally charged and I didn’t want it to end. I can’t wait for the next book to find out what happens next. 



Release Blitz...Blood Rose by P.T. Michelle




Title: Blood Rose
Series: In the Shadows #8
Author: P.T. Michelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2018



Blurb

A photographer with a dark past. A former SEAL without a family. He'll do whatever it takes to protect the woman he loves. 

Calder Blake lost everything: his mother, his father, his very identity. Until Cass, he didn’t believe he deserved to be a Blake, where family and loyalty always come first.

But what if Cass can’t give Calder what he needs to move on from his broken past?

Or worse, what if someone’s determined that Cass will never get a chance to become a Blake?

DEAR READERSBLOOD ROSE is a stand alone story, but if you haven’t read how Cass and Calder’s love story first started, you can do so through GOLD SHIMMER and STEEL RUSH. Not only do you get to take the journey with Cass and Calder, but you’ll also get to visit with Sebastian and Talia, since they play key roles in Cass and Calder’s story.

IN THE SHADOWS series:

NOW AVAILABLE…

Mister Black (1) (Sebastian & Talia part 1) - Novella
Scarlett Red (2) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) - Novel
Blackest Red (3) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) - Novel
Gold Shimmer (4) (Cass & Calder part 1) - Novel
Steel Rush (5) (Cass & Calder part 2) - Novel
Black Platinum (6) (Sebastian & Talia) - Novel
Reddest Black (7) (Sebastian & Talia) – Novel
Blood Rose (8) (Cass & Calder) – Novel


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I bolt upright on the couch, Calder’s name still on my lips. Thunder booms and lightning flashes, briefly illuminating the dark room just as Calder rounds the coffee table. Crouching next to me, he brushes my hair away from my face, his hand warm against my clammy skin. “Are you okay? I just walked in and freaked when you called out my name. You sounded terrified.”

“I must’ve fallen asleep.” I lean into his comforting touch as I pick up my phone from the coffee table. “What time is it?” I mumble so he thinks that’s why I’m checking the screen. It was a dream. Celeste didn’t send any more texts. I exhale in relief.

Thunder vibrates the windows and Calder shakes his head as he slides his hand into my hair. “I can’t believe you slept through all this racket.” Pulling me forward, he kisses my forehead, then quickly looks at me with a worried gaze. “You’re trembling.”

“It was just a nightmare.” Taking a steadying breath, I offer a wry smile. “I was dreaming about Celeste.” 

He instantly scowls. “Now I see why you called it a nightmare. Wonder why she’s starring in your dreams after all this time?”

I sigh. Now that I’ve cut off all communication, I might as well tell him about her text. “She tried to contact me today.”

His expression hardens and his whole body tenses. “You didn’t respond, did you?”

“Only to tell her not to contact me anymore.” I don’t need a lecture. It’s over and done.

“Good,” he says, visibly relaxing. “The last thing we need is Celeste returning from the dead. All hell would break loose.”

“I completely agree.” Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I adopt a calm expression and search his gaze in the darkness. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve just been spending too much time in my own head.” He quickly scoops me up in his arms, his hold on me especially tight.

“What are you doing?” My heart races as I grip his broad shoulders. Keep holding me tight, Calder. Promise to never let me go, no matter what.

“Apologizing,” Calder murmurs as he nuzzles my neck while carrying me upstairs. The thunder rumbles in a low bass and the rain rushes against the windows as we enter our darkened room.

I’m surprised that he doesn’t lower me to my feet but instead sets me on the edge of our chaise lounge near the window. Lightning flashes as he towers over me and tilts my chin up. The churning of the storm just outside the window amplifies his heated gaze, spiking my adrenaline. As he begins to tug off his tie, I keep my gaze locked with his and wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. He loops his tie around the scrollwork at the top of the lounge’s back, then shrugs out of his jacket.

I’m so mesmerized as he unbuttons his dress shirt, that my gaze devours every inch of his gorgeous body as he peels the shirt away. From his six-pack abs to his broad chest, I’ll never get tired of burying my face against his warm, muscular frame. For now I don’t mind the silence between us. He’s here. That’s all that matters. We’ll work through this.

When he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, my hand instantly traces the inked raven feathers curved around his left shoulder and down his bicep. “I love this raven wing so much,” I say in a quiet voice. “I think it’s wonderful that others will be able to appreciate this masterpiece in Alana’s book, and that you’re a man of your word.”

Capturing my hand, he presses his lips to my palm in a slow tantalizing kiss. I take a shaky breath, trying not to get too emotional at how much he makes me feel with just a simple press of his lips to my skin. But he does. Every time, he melts me.






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P.T. Michelle is the NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, and International Bestselling author of the contemporary romance series IN THE SHADOWS (aka MISTER BLACK), the YA/New Adult crossover series BRIGHTEST KIND OF DARKNESS, and the romance series: BAD IN BOOTS, KENDRIAN VAMPIRES and SCIONS (listed under Patrice Michelle). She keeps a spiral notepad with her at all times, even on her nightstand. When P.T. isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading or taking pictures of landscapes, sunsets and anything beautiful or odd in nature.


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Teaser...Someone Else's Ocean by Kate Stewart

Check out this teaser for SOMEONE ELSE'S OCEAN by Kate Stewart is simply stunning! Tell us what you think!



Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
July 31, 2018
Cover Designed by: Amy Queau- Q Design Cover and Premades
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Blurb:
The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars.

The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life’s cruelty, but we were planets apart. 

We’d both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars...until we both got swept away.



About the Author:

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it's what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things '80s and '90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.


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Blog Tour & Review...Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

Title: Broken Love Story
Series: Love Series #3
Author: Natasha Madison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 10, 2018 Kindle Unlimited
Samantha: 
I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world. 
Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered. 
When he died, I was left with answers he couldn't give me and a box full of lies. 
He left me broken. 
Blake: 
I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one. 
For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. 
She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can't move on. 
Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak. 
Can a broken love story be fixed?
Samantha
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else. 
I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats.  My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. “We can’t let people talk.”
I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I remembered my husband.
Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head. “I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”
“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law. Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A. 
“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in twenty.”
“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.
“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.
Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in. “Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says, and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot, he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet. It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues, “After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at the backyard.
The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side. “Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time, you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around; you come and get me.” “Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the room and kneels in front of us.
“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened. 
“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”
He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get Mommy.” 
“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings. We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him, and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her eyes. 
I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.
I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.” Everyone turns to look at me.
“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me her name, but I just didn’t listen. 
I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the woman. The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral. Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first, followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall. Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband. 
I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.
The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”
“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”
I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth. “They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the casket.
“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.” 
“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”
He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead, I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer. 
The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets. 
“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone. Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones. 
I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and no tomorrow.
We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife, but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just wasn’t good enough. 
We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.
I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside the casket instead of standing next to it? 
I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out. As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”
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I’ve been waiting impatiently for Samantha’s story since the beginning of this series and it really was everything I was hoping it would be.

Blake and Samantha are two broken souls and given the circumstances of them knowing each other, you wouldn’t expect them to be the one the other needs. Samantha never expected to have her world rocked like she did when her husband died. Left to pick up the pieces for the sake of her kids, she’s trying to deal with her feelings. I adored Samantha. She’s hurting, angry, everything you’d expect her to feel. But she’s also determined to move on with her life and with Blake’s help, that’s exactly what she does.

Blake has suffered his own loss and although he’s had time to deal with what happened, he’s never really opened himself up to love again. Blake is everything a book boyfriend should be. He’s sweet, loyal and wants to do what’s right for Samantha and her kids. He’s the support system she never knew she needed and together they slowly start to heal each other. Of course nothing’s ever plain sailing and with Samantha’s in laws trying to interfere along with the history Samantha shares with Blake’s sister, they have plenty of obstacles to overcome.

Broken Love Story was everything I’ve come to expect from this author. I’ve been a massive fan since Natasha Madisons debut book and she never fails to bring all the feels in her books. This one been no exception. The characters are very easy to connect with, the story kept me hooked from page one and I did find parts of this story really emotional. The range of feelings Samantha goes through make her very easy to relate to and gave an added depth to her character. If you’re looking for a story about second chances and new beginnings, I highly recommend this book.