Wednesday, November 21, 2018

#NewRelease #Reviews COLD COLE HEART by K Webster @IndieSagePR @KristiWebster


Cold Cole Heart

by K Webster

Publication Date: November 14, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance


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From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster, comes a new dark romance standalone novel!


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I once was a hero.
Until she kept me as her captive, tortured me, and killed my brothers.
She bred a monster.
Nothing could stop me from seeking revenge.
But it was over so quickly—her easy death a mercy she didn’t deserve.

For a decade, the burning rage of what she did has transformed into something uncontrollable. Something I want to feed. Something I crave to unleash.

I want to make her pay.
Over and over and over again.

Finding the evil, spoiled women sates my ravenous, vengeful soul. 
I hunt. I capture. I destroy.
Slowly. So slowly.
One, two, three, four, five…
And now six.

I’m wicked and sadistic.
I am Cold Cole Heart.
My mission is death and their payment to me has come due.

Number six thinks she is different.
Yet when I look at her, I see them.
She will pay.
They always do.




K Webster gives her fans another fantastic dark twisted tale that keeps the reader guessing. 

Like most of her books I wasn't sure what to expect but even with that I was still surprised. I'm not going to say anything about the story, if you like dark psychological twisted characters you will love this. 

Another well written and well thought out story from this author. 


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A light to shine through the darkness...

Cold Cole Heart will have you wondering why you like K Webster. It will also have your black twisted heart seconds away from calling Homeland Security on her. K Webster knows this and smiles that adorable smile while you are trying to figure out whose more messed up...you or her? 

I have to answer me because regardless of what she warns, what she writes, I'm there devouring it like the greedy Antas we all are.

I can't possibly express how much this book will get under your skin...and nails and fester there. Just know, you aren't alone!!! I'm still smiling from this book. Yes, smiling. You will see!

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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About K. Webster


K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.





Tuesday, November 20, 2018

#Tour #Reviews YOU'RE THE ONE I DON'T WANT by Carrie Aarons @InkSlingerPR @AuthorCarrieA


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Book Blurb:

Love is weakness.

Which is why Annabelle Mills vowed a long time ago to never let it destruct her. A former pageant queen with a bite equally as lethal as her bark, she’s interning at her dream job on the set of the highest-rated home design show on television. Everything in Annabelle’s life, though it may be cold and isolated, is going exactly as she always planned.

Until her ex-high school sweetheart moves to town. The same boy that she cheated on, once upon a time, essentially breaking both of their hearts. But no one knows the full story, and being vulnerable enough to open up about it is not on Annabelle’s checklist.

Hate is fuel.

The kind that courses through Boone Graham’s veins and allows him to shut out everyone around him. As the hottest rookie on Austin’s professional baseball team, he should be spending his days hitting homeruns and signing jerseys. Except he’s seen dreams ripped right out from under those closest to him, leaving them with nothing.

Without a college degree, he’ll never take the risk of pursuing his real dream. But when he runs into the girl who took a mallet to his heart and stopped it beating, attending the same university might just be the biggest challenge he’s faced yet.

As the semester unfolds, the line between love and hate is blurred. And with the amount of baggage stacked between them, together is the last thing they want to be.

That’s the thing about hearts, though. They develop plans all on their own.

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Enemies to lovers!! How much more delicious tension can you possibly want? 

High school "hanging out" turned bitter nastiness because of bad choices and self-esteem issues. Annabelle and Boone are about to come face to face with their past- in real live Technicolor. Heated tempers, jealous fits, and snark abound in the pages of this Tenth Girl follow up. 

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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I liked the sound of this book and I'm a fan of this author however this book just didn't hit the mark for me. 

Neither of the main characters came across as very likable. Annabelle seemed such a self-absorbed young woman and Boone was impulsive and hot-headed. I just couldn't connect with either the story or the characters.

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood


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EXCERPT: 

Boone

I only have an hour in between my workout and the film session that the hitting coaches want us to attend. My entire schedule since moving to Austin has been busy as hell and completely out of whack. Between getting my class schedule figured out, sprinting across campus to get to the buildings, dealing with my moving company, figuring out where to park my car in front of my building, practicing with the Triple-A affiliate team I was drafted to and everything in between … I’m fucking wiped. I’ve been scouted for the major leagues since my sophomore year of high school, so I thought I’d been semi-prepared for what was to come, but my mind feels like it has been put in a blender for the last two weeks. I had so not been prepared. It was as if I was hobbling around in the dark in my new reality, trying to grasp at things before they moved on me. I needed to get it the fuck together. I am a professional now and having a career as a professional baseball player would only get harder from here. From the few times I’d visited Austin for tournaments or the odd family trip, I remember we’d gone to Big Cheese’s Grill. They boasted the best burgers in town, and it was close enough to campus that the place was always packed with students and professors alike. I open the door to the restaurant while glancing at my iWatch to check the calories versus fat burned during my workout. And I slam right into a body. I bounce back, shocked at the person who just rammed into me. I fumble to hold on to them, to keep our gravity from sending both of us flying. I fail, and the body falls backward, the door slamming into my back. I absorb that blow and keep upright, thank God, or I would have been sprawled flat on top of whoever just plowed into me. “Seriously?! Watch where you’re going!” An angry, high-pitched tone fills my ears. My head is down, trying to collect its scrambled thoughts, as I reach for whoever I just knocked to the ground. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming out—” The air and words leave me as I pull her up. Her hand is still in mine as we stand face-to-face, my surprise mirrored back at me. Those lips, the lashes, the eyes a rich, deep, soul-searching brown. The freckles across the bridge of her nose that make her look more innocent than she actually is. A current of tension radiates back and forth between our interlocked hands, and I can smell the glass of wine she must have just drunk on her breath. It’s sweet with a bite of alcohol, and my mouth waters for a drink. I haven’t thirsted for alcohol in five years, yet in one chance meeting, Annabelle has me reaching for a bottle. She’s poison to me, makes me want to do crazy things. I drop her hand as the thought crosses my mind, as if she’s burned me. “You should really watch where you’re going. Or did you knock me down on purpose?” Annabelle sniffs. I scoff, “Right, I often go around pushing women to the ground on purpose. I see the cold hard ice hasn’t melted off your personality, Annabelle.” And a woman she is. So much more grown up than I remembered her. She’d always been beautiful but gone was the gangliness of teenage years. This is a woman who stands in front of me, curves abound and an unseen knowledge of the world to match. I couldn’t help but get that jab in there. “And I see you’re just as focused on yourself as ever. You never did care what anyone else was doing, did you, Boone?” She folds her arms over her chest and my eyes stray to her boobs in a sizzle of heat between us. We’re like a bunch of children fighting like cats and dogs out in the street. How can she still pull out every insecure and immature trait within me? My brain is moving seconds slower than it usually does, and I know I’m standing here staring too long. Even though I hate Annabelle Mills, I can’t help but memorize every detail about her for the first time I’ve seen her in about five years. “Move.” Annabelle pushes past me, not using any manners, and starts to stalk down the sidewalk. Talk about rude. She’d always been aggressive, harsh, and just a little bit more high-maintenance than any of the other girls. It’s what had drawn me to her. And then seeing those glimpses of vulnerability, that’s what had made me stay. It was addicting feeling like you were the only one who got to see the nice side of the mean girl. I should walk into the restaurant. I should pick up my to-go order and drive back to my apartment where I’ll eat a quick lunch and change and go to the practice facility. But a flash of Annabelle in the bar the other night dances through my head. And her callous words just now piss me off even more. She always did have the perfect way of getting under my skin and driving me wild. When I’m around her, I forget who I am. I turn into some raging bull, with a fuse shorter than the bombs Itchy and Scratchy use on each other. The stupidest thing I could do right now? Stomp after her, yelling, in the middle of a crowded downtown street. So that’s exactly what I do. “You really haven’t changed a bit!” Oh, fuck. What am I doing? Annabelle rolls around, her eyes sparking with rage. “Nope, still the same cold, heartless bitch you dumped.” “Yeah, like I said, I can see that.” Lord, my mama would be so disappointed in me agreeing with a woman that she was a bitch. “Well, no one said you had to be around it. You’re the one who moved to my city. You’re welcome to leave.” She waves around like I should just get out of here. I fist my hands in my hair. Christ, she’s so aggravating. “No can do, I’m getting paid to be here.” She rolls her eyes. “Like I’m not? Have you watched TV lately? Or did you take one too many fly balls to the head? I know there weren’t a lot of brain cells in there to start.” Fuck her. Now it’s time to really piss her off, get under her skin like she’s under mine. “Oh, you mean that show you play house on or whatever? They’ll get bored of you when the next eye-candy pageant queen comes along.” I swear Annabelle could spit nails at me if she willed it right now. “You’re an asshole, Boone Graham. You’ve only ever cared about yourself and where you want to be. It was silly of me to think you’d ever think of someone but yourself.” I drop the anvil. “Says the girl who cheated on me. Who lost her virginity to another guy.” People around us are starting to stare, to really look at the two people arguing openly on the street. It’s not a good idea for me to stick around any longer; people know who I am on a national level and being seen fighting with a girl, who someone will inevitably social media stalk and find out is my ex, is not good publicity. Except I can’t stop staring into Annabelle’s eyes. They are furious, yes, but there is something more there. I’ve really … hurt her. I’m shocked, to be honest. I didn’t think I could remotely hurt this girl, who self-identifies as a cold, heartless bitch. But there it is. The raw flash, miss-it-if-you-blink second of real pain that flickers through those mocha pools. I open my mouth to say something, to take it back, maybe apologize, but she speaks first. “You have no idea.” Her tone pulls at my heartstrings, it’s low and somber. And then she melts into the crowd, giving no explanation of what I have no idea about.



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AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.
When she isn't writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.

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#NewRelease #Review DO YOU FEEL IT TOO? by Nicola Rendell @CandiKanePR @AuthorNRendell


Do You Feel It Too? By Nicola Rendell Release Date: November 20th




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A hot summer night is perfect for feeling your way in the dark…

For urban-legend hunter and television host Gabe Powers, it’s business—investigate the most notorious haunted places in Savannah. Then he meets his new sound engineer, a dewy Georgia peach who may just turn this gig into (im)pure pleasure. All it takes is one night for them to conjure floor-rattling, wall-banging moans…but they’re not from the ghosts.

Blame the rippling abs, the cocky swagger, the granite jawline, the whole muscle-bulging package, but Gabe is bringing out good-girl Lily Jameson’s dirty side. Damn her code-of-conduct contract—this isn’t just a molten-hot fling.

There’s just one kink in the relationship they’ve been avoiding: soon they’ll be going their separate ways. Lily’s home is in Savannah, and Gabe is a globe-trotter at heart. For them to be together, they’ll both have to upend their so-very-different worlds and face their fears in the process. And suddenly things don’t feel so Georgia peachy keen at all.




Hands down my favorite Nicola Rendell book yet! It has the best secondary characters ever! #GeneralsArmy I'm starting the fan club ASAP! But the story....is ever better! Bless Your Heart, you haven't read it yet!?! (Purses lips and begins The Glare)

The chemistry between these two is off the charts insane. Clothes burning off with a look kind of insane. The relationship may not be what either is looking for but they can't help themselves. 

The plot is filled with fun times and even better adventures. Listen carefully...(uncontrolled snickering errors as I type that) Watch out for unexpected surprises. Be on the lookout for swarthy villains! ( I lost one. He's mine!)

Do You Feel It Too has all the feels, by the way! Diving into a new situation. Falling fast for someone new with an inexplicable connection. An intensity rivaled only by your favorite historical couples. Deep painful heartache. Joy, an all-encompassing joy. 

Yes, I feel it too!

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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EXCERPT 

He wrapped his arms around me, sliding one hand up along the back of my neck to keep me close. Running his thumb down my cheek, he held my hair back from my face. The laughter and playfulness were gone. Now he was back where I’d seen him in the bedroom. Greedy and serious. His palm grasped my tush in a delightfully possessive way. “Ouija speaks the truth. I do want you. So bad.” 

“Me too,” I whispered back, but then I realized how confusing that sounded. “I mean, I want you. Not I want—” 

He kissed me to shut me up. His hands gripped my body, and his tongue swept mine aside. Straddling him on my knees on the sofa, I felt him hard underneath me. I tipped my hips into him, with nothing but my panties and his chinos between us. This kiss was different than the one in the bedroom earlier. This was like a slow drizzle of caramel all through me. Just as the room began to spin, and just as I started to reach for his belt, he broke us apart, pulling my head back slightly with his fingers knotted into my hair. He nudged my cheek with his nose and said, “I’m gonna take you upstairs, Lily. And rock your fucking world.”



About the Author 

Bestselling author Nicola Rendell loves writing naughty romantic comedies. After receiving a handful of degrees from a handful of places, she now works as a professor in New England. Nicola’s work has been featured in USA Today’s Happy Ever After and the Huffington Post. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. Her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady, but she’s totally okay with that. She is represented by Emily Sylvan Kim at the Prospect Agency.

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Monday, November 19, 2018

#ReleaseBoost #RaveReviews THE RESULTS OF THE UNREQUITED by Len Webster @LWoodsPR @lennwebster


Fans of angst are HERE for this series.
The Results of Unrequited by Len Webster is LIVE.


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Atomic number: 67 
Name of chemical element: Holmium 
Symbol: Ho

Every result can be manipulated … even between best friends.

The promise: To wait for each other after their road trip. 
The where: Brookline, Massachusetts. 
The when: Thanksgiving. 
The bump: Evan Gilmore was a no-show. 
The reason: He met the one who would change it all. 
The consequence: There is no AJ and Evan … not anymore.

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Oh my Gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! 

(I'm trying to limit the amount of nasty things I say in this review. I promised myself I wouldn't throw around words like @sshole, d!ckbag, tw@twaffle, or my new favorite dickless turd. All of which I threw at the author in justified rants while reading this book last night.)

If you thought you couldn't possibly love AJ anymore, you are about to be swept away. If you thought that your heart could take whatever the author threw at it, quit while you think you are ahead. I spent 2 weeks avoiding this book. It's funny because I did the same thing with book 2. The fear and uncertainty leave your stomach acid churning, your bruised heart skipping and stuttering, and your mind clutching to perceived notions. I "perceived" this book would gut me and leave me for the scavengers...I was right. 

There's no more AJ and Evan.
That one line in the blurb had me backpedaling as far away from this beautiful book as I could get- with my kindle still clutched in my hands. I may be a masochist with my ugly cry reading selections but that one line had me paralyzed. Fear it was true and fear I wouldn't know why. So I put my big girl panties on, grabbed tissues, and flipped the page.

I finished it hours later. I'm typing this and I still have the same issues. I look forward to The Dissolution of Unrequited while silently praying I have enough antacids to combat the fear plaguing my body. Because this hopeless romantic is dying for AJ's, excuse me, Alex's happy. She deserves only the best after everything and I'm afraid she won't demand it for herself. Lost among the broken promises and lies, Alex needs to find her footing and stand her ground. 

Whether that's with Evan or Connecticut, well, I guess we shall see? 
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But I could totally introduce you to some ridiculously inappropriate acts of torture and new names for certain characters...if you need help, you know where to find me!!
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Len Webster is either the Dr. Nefario (Despicable Me's evil genius) of angst or the Vector (Despicable Me's hopelessly lost villain) of love. I'm just kidding. I had to throw some shade her way after everything she's put me through. No, she is an incredibly talented weaver of stories, gifted of love, and magician with words. The meanings behind the titles for these books are so intense. They add an extra layer of rawness. A real descriptive "action" that is the theme for the entire book! It's amazing and honestly, I'm at a loss for words. 

Yes, I'm going to read Dissolution. Yes, I will probably hide from it once it hits my kindle but we both know that won't stop me from caving in. No, because we both know the anticipation is part of the charm.

Now that my tears have dried, my concern for AJ still fluttering in my stomach, I can say that this series is a journey I'm so grateful to have taken. Be there with me for the final words...

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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With every book in this series, the author hurts my heart more every teaser I've seen has increased my apprehension for Evan and AJ.

It's no secret that something has happened (It's in the blurb) and they are no more but what and who has come between them. I never thought it was possible to hate either of them but I did, there are two scenes in particular that crushed me. I hate everything that keeps them apart because they need each other to breathe. 

Prepare yourself because it's a bumpy ride, the angst is at maximum level. I swooned and I cried, however, one thing that can never be denied is their love for each other and my love for their story.

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood


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About Len
Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of ‘The One.’ But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just graduated with her BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about how a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love. She is also not a certified explorer, but she’s working on it.

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#Tour #Review TEQUILA TEQUILA by Emma Hart @jennw23 @EmmaHartAuthor


Tequila + you best friend + your bedroom = um, whoopsie? 
Tequila Tequila, an all-new hilarious standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available NOW!



Don’t sleep with your best friend. 

Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.

I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.

The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. 

Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.

Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.

But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.

Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…





What bring friends together and makes tap, tap, squirt a household phrase?

"Te. Fucking. Quila."(That's a direct quote, FYI)

I still can't get tap, tap, squirt out of my head. Emma Hart made it a visual aid I can never undo. Even if Luke is the hottest guy ever (and he is), it's so hard to overcome...(sorry snickering like a 14-year-old boy).

It's never been so much fun to experience all the awkward this book entails. Never thought it would be so much fun to experience the painfully terrible act that sets this whole book into motion. Lol. Tap, tap, squirt.

I can't stop snickering. Not even if Abuelita were chasing me with la chancla! This zany cast of characters will have you smitten or running scared. There's no stopping this crazy train and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Excerpt: 

Have you ever walked into a store and had to ask where the lady section is?” I paused, my grip on the fridge door firm, and turned to him. I simply blinked. I wasn’t going to justify that with an answer. “It took three people before a poor woman at the customer service desk took pity on me and walked me to the tampon aisle,” he went on, oblivious to my death stare. “She hovered over me for a second and I started fucking sweating, Aspen. Sweating.” I bit my lip and moved the ingredients for his sandwich over to the board on the island. “I almost dropped my phone trying to find the photo you sent me, and when I finally brought it up, I was so fucking confused I stood there like a lame damn duck for five minutes before she came back to help me like she knew I was a total idiot.” Was it wrong that I was way more amused about this than anything else? A part of me told me I should feel bad, but… “Did you know there are tons of those things? The boxes are all different. There are different brands. Different sizes. Different… absorbency levels.” He shuddered, his wide, muscled shoulders shaking with his cringey thought. “For flows and stuff.” “I shop there regularly. I am aware.” “Not that fucking regularly if you sent me to buy them,” he muttered. “Anyway, the nice lady who was trying her best not to laugh at the idiot in the sanitary products aisle asked me who I was buying them for. My mom, my sister, my girlfriend…” I chopped the lettuce. “When I told her it was for my best friend, she looked at me funny for a minute before nodding. Then, she dragged me over to the aisle with the candy and told me that Twizzlers went well with tampons. I was so confused I didn’t question her, so here.” He lifted a small bag from the stool next to him and tossed it in my direction. “You’re the proud owner of eight packets of Twizzlers.” “Oooh, Twizzlers!” I dropped the knife and dove into the bag, pulling out all the long, red packets. “This is like heaven!” “Dude.” Luke leaned forward and held his hands out. “My sandwich?” “Geez, who’s on their period? You or me?” I put the candy down and went back to making his sandwich. “You should have saved the Twizzlers until after you got your food.” “Rookie mistake.” He shook his head. “Please don’t ever ask me to buy you tampons again. I’m not sure my ego or reputation can take it.” “Your reputation got shot to shit on your twenty-first when you mooned the mayor in the town square,” I reminded him. “And I haven’t mooned anyone since,” he replied. “My pants now stay firmly on when I drink.” 
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About Emma Hart 

 
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.

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