Tuesday, May 22, 2018

#Tour #Review PIECE OF WORK by Staci Hart @jennw23 @imaquirkybird

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Piece of Work, an all-new sexy and hilarious romance from Staci Hart, is available NOW!

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Marble isn’t the only thing that’s hard at this museum.
His body is as chiseled as Adonis. His lips are as sculpted as David. And his ego is the size of the Guggenheim.
You know the type—wolfish smile and the gravity of a black hole. The kind of man who sucks all the air from the room the second he enters it. My cocky boss thinks this internship was wasted on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to let me know.
But he’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it to him. If I can stay away from his devil lips, that is. Lips that cut me down and kiss me in the same breath, leaving me certain he’s on a mission to ruin my life.
And maybe my heart.



Piece of Work is an art lovers tease but you don't have to be on the doctorate track to enjoy it. It's a cute story about the perceived ugly duckling and her own personal Beast (as in Beauty and the Beast).

It's an office romance. An intern and her boss. Nice and the naughty. 

I was kind of let down by this one; I have to say. Staci Hart is a powerhouse and I felt like this one isn't up to her usual. I appreciate the incredible amount of research she must have done for this project but I feel like the core of the story didn't project her abilities. I wasn't pulled into the story. It wasn't enough to take over my existence and that is the opposite of my experiences reading her books.

Piece of Work is fun. It's cute and it won't make you cry - sometimes we need the warning. 😉 I am interested in knowing what the rest of the Lipstick chicks get into...

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood


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Excerpt:
He smirked and flipped up his sunglasses. Bastard. “You’re early,” I clipped. “I would have had my assistant text you, but she’s currently bedridden.” You could have texted me.” “I didn’t have your number,” he said simply. “Oh.” His eyes shifted to look behind me, and I turned to find my friends standing me in a row with my suitcase in front of them, my messenger bag on top, and fake smiles on all their faces, lips together, their judgment about as quiet as a foghorn. “These your roommates?” “Yup,” was all I said as I turned and took my suitcase, hugging each of them down the line with promises to text when we landed. And then I turned to Court, rolling my suitcase in front of me like like a riot shield. I tried to pick it up to carry it over the threshold, but it was heavy, and before I could get far, he’d swept it out of my hands like it was a loaf of bread and not fifty pounds of mascara and shoes. I waved at my friends, who offered encouraging smiles and hand gestures, and I closed that door, immediately regretting every decision I’d made to bring me to the moment I turned around. He stood at the door to the backseat, holding it open for me like a gentleman, which I knew he was not. But the look on his face of regret and deference, under the hard shell of his brooding, was almost too much to bear. So I did the only thing I could. I ignored him. I ignored his gorgeous lips as they tilted and the sleek cut of his jaw as I walked past him. I ignored the sight of his long legs as he climbed in next to me and the smell of him that made me want to grab him by the lapels of his jacket and bury my nose in his chest. The driver took off, and I busied myself in my bag, looking for my headphones and book. His eyes were on me. I pretended like I didn’t notice. “You’re not wearing lipstick,” he stated. Headphones, headphones, headphones. “It’s an international flight, Court. Of course I’m not wearing red lipstick for a ten hour flight.” A pause. “Rin, I—” Aha! I popped in my earbuds the second they were in hand. His lips flattened, his face unamused. Rin, his lips said, but I smiled and shrugged, pointing to my ears. “Noise canceling,” I said way too loud. His chest rose and fell with a sigh I couldn’t hear—I’d already turned on music, a playlist we’d built the night before geared toward resisting douchery and unwanted-slash-totally-wanted advances—and he reached into his own bag, a leather affair at his feet, his hand disappearing into the bag and reappearing with a book, which he handed to me. He watched me with his expression shrouded as I paused, my eyes on the offered book. An image of Penitent Magdalene by Tintoretto filled the cover, and I met his eyes, pulling my earbuds out by the cord. “I thought you could use this. For your proposal,” he said, giving nothing away. “I…A colleague of mine wrote it, so if you have any questions, I can connect you. If you want.” I took it from his hand, surprised and disarmed. “Thank you,” was all I said. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but closed it, and with a nod, he reached back into his bag for his own book. Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake. I put my earbuds back in place, trying not to bite my lip, but it found its way between my teeth despite the effort at the sight of him sitting there, dressed like that, reading Margaret Atwood. After giving me a thoughtful gift, a book he knew I would want, one I would need for my dissertation. Court Lyons made about as much sense to me as a scrambled up Rubik’s Cube. I leaned against the door as I flipped through his gift, doing my best to sort through the rush of questions and confusion as Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s sang about being cheated by the opposite of love. And I found I knew exactly the feeling.




About the Author
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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
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#NewRelease ROUGH EDGE by CD Reiss @jennw23 @CDReisswriter

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“My new obsession. I'm eating every word of this series and begging for more." 

— Alessandra Torre, New York Times bestselling author

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New York Times Bestseller CD Reiss goes back to her roots with a dark, intense tale that breaks boundaries and shatters expectations in Rough Edge.


Who do you love?
The decent man you married?
The surgeon shattered during the war?
The emotionless Dominant who appears in his eyes more and more often?
All of them?
Even when he breaks you?
Even when he makes you beg?
Is there no pain or pleasure he cannot deliver?
What will you sacrifice to heal him?
Will he sacrifice his sanity to protect you from the exquisite torture of his cruel hands?
This is more than a marriage.
It’s a crack at the edges of the mind and heart.
It’s a promise written in the heavens and a wound splitting the sky.
Love may be the death of both of you.


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Grab Your Copy Today!

Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/RoughEdge
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About the Author
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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine. 

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#NewRelease #Reviews FIRSTS by C.L. Matthews @EJBookPromos @clmatthews121


Title: Firsts
Author: C.L. Matthews
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018



She’s forbidden.
Too young, too pure, and not mine.
I’ll break all the rules to be with her.
She's mine, even if she doesn't know it yet.
He’s taboo.
Too old, too experienced, and my stepfather.
I’ll cross every line to be with him.
He's not mine, he'll never be mine.
It’s not about the danger of what's forbidden,
it’s about the pleasure we get from it.
All consequences be damned.








Do you have a guilty pleasure, I do and it's age gap stories and this fits very neatly into this genre. I've never read this author before and I ask myself why not? You can be sure I'm going to be checking out her other work.

Silas is a mysterious enigmatic man, he's the type of man who sees something he wants and just takes it. Leia is the very young daughter of life long friends she's forbidden on so many levels.

It's inevitable with these types of books that you'll pick a side but the author throws a curveball into the story and the sides become harder to pick. I loved Leia she's what I would call an old soul, she's mature for her age. Growing up is hard enough without all the conflicting feelings she has for Silas.


This isn't a typical age gap story there is an undercurrent of mystery running throughout regarding Leia's family and where Silas fits into it all.

I'm looking forward to book two.


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C.L. Matthews resides in Utah, the state with the best snow on earth. She is not a fan of the snow but loves her state just the same. She is known for her swag business and creative pieces. C.L. Matthews is a swag maker, reader, and a fairly new author, it isn't an easy task but she wants to succeed in many things. Her hobbies consist of crafting, drinking coffee until she can't consume any more, and reading until she falls asleep with books in her lap. C.L. Matthews is married to her childhood best friend, she got her happily ever after.







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Monday, May 21, 2018

#Tour #Reviews THE ROOTS OF US by Candace Knoebel @InkSlingerPR @CandaceKnoebel

 

We are so excited to be bringing out the release of THE ROOTS OF US by Candace Knoebel. Fans of contemporary romance won't want to miss this new emotional story. Be sure to grab your copy today!


About THE ROOTS OF US

The first time I saw Hudson Jameson, he was saving someone’s life. The second time, he was ruining mine. It was only supposed to be a vacation. A chance to let the Florida sun burn away the residue left behind from my failed relationships. I wasn’t searching for love. I was on a hiatus from men, especially ones with secrets. Except Hudson had the gaze of a man drowning in his own miseries, and I was a sucker for the damaged souls. How could I deny him? How could I resist when his lips claimed mine? I knew I couldn’t stay. He told me he couldn’t bear to leave. But some roots intertwine and refuse to let go, no matter how far you run. 


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The Roots of Us is the emotionally stunted journey of a woman so desperate not to love she doesn't realize she's too late. It's painful. It's intense. The Roots of Us is all the negative bullish!t we try to hide in the shadows being brought to light. It's a reminder of our flaws and our shortcomings. 

The Roots of Us is my first be this author. Once I finish wiping my tears away I will see what else she has because I enjoyed having my heart stomped on. I enjoyed feeling lost. I enjoyed figuring things out and shaking my head at Hartley. Most of all, I enjoyed every bit of Hudson. Absolutely very...bit!

reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Another new to me author and I think this was a good one to get started on.

I enjoyed the story of Hartley and Hudson, two broken people who gravitate towards each other no matter how hard they try to resist. This book was a slow burner for me but that's not a bad thing as we get real character development. We see all facets of love not just the fluffy stuff but the horrible bitter pain that love and abandonment can bring.

A well-written love story full of emotion.


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Read an excerpt from THE ROOTS OF US

Heightened voices rose from somewhere in the kitchen. I lifted my head when I heard a low, guttural growl. Assuming it was Hudson, I closed my laptop, curiosity picking at me once again. If there was a chance I could discover why Hudson had such a cloud hanging over his head, I had to take it. I stood. Tip-toed forward, trying to peer through the serving window without being noticed. “She won’t bite,” I heard the elderly woman say. “She’s just a woman, and it would do you some good to have no choice but to talk to someone. Especially someone of the opposite sex.” She was giving him a run for his money. I already liked her. “Martha—” Hudson said, his voice dipped in octaves that suggested she was nearing his limit for the day. “Don’t Martha me,” she bit back at him. A lioness swatting at her cub. I inched forward, stopping just in front of the door as I tried to peek past the window to get a good look at the woman who reminded me so much of my Nona. “It’s been nearly a year since you rid yourself of that awful woman. It’s time for you to dip your feet back into the pool. You’re too young and good looking to be single. Now, get out there before she leaves.” This was the part where my curiosity bit me in the ass. Or rather, shoved me on my ass. With one, hard push, Hudson came barreling through the double doors, only, I was in the way. Trying to rush back to my table, I turned when the door caught the back of me. Down I went. I landed on my side, catching myself with my elbow as Hudson cursed behind me. When I turned, he was rubbing his forehead. I noted the bright red horizontal line across his forehead and the glaring look he threw over his shoulder, and put together that his forehead had collided with the frame due to his height. He grimaced when he noticed Martha shooing him forward with a brisk wave of her hands. I was about to get to my feet when he turned back around and saw me on the ground. For a moment, he stood stone-still, eyebrows pressed together in a menacing furrow. “I have a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I laughed, but the sound was offbeat and kind of delirious as embarrassment painted my skin in bright shades of red. “How did you—are you all right?” he asked as he offered a hand to help me up while holding a basket of bread. Gone was his rough demeanor, replaced by concern. Rocky and rough, yet serene and calm… Hudson. I liked the softness his features took when his guard was down. The round shape of worry circling the golden rings around his pupils. I took his hand. Rough and marred with calluses. But that wasn’t what I noticed first. What I noticed first was how my skin seemed to ignite, like a tripwire set off, the sparks traveling through my veins until they filled my heart, bursting like fireworks. I retracted. Insta-love wasn’t my thing. “Yeah,” I managed as I brushed my hands against my shorts. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to that heady beating of my heart, but I had a weakness for men with rough edges and soft eyes and he was charging past the barricade I’d placed. I marked the acute details of his face. The faint lines in the corners of his eyes, probably from squinting in the sun too much. And then there were those baby blues. Something familiar and slightly terrifying swimming inside them, sort of like staring at a white water rapid, wanting to dive in but knowing you’d be swept under in a heartbeat. Nona had always said a man would come into my life one day and replace everything I thought I knew about love. He’d erase the hurt left behind from my dad. Teach me that not all men are monsters, and take every romantic cliché and multiply them by a thousand. The palms sweating, knees weak, skin tingling kind of clichés you read about. I never believed her. Not until that moment.


 

About CANDACE KNOEBEL

Candace Knoebel is a hopeless romantic with an affinity for whiskey and good music. Her love of words began when she met the boy who lived in the cupboard under the stairs. She's a self-proclaimed Lost Girl. Words are her mirror. With two completed series, her work ranges from paranormal to contemporary, all centered heavily around romance. Currently she lives in Florida with her husband and two children, and has just completed her thirteenth novel, The Taste of Her Words.




#CoverReveal #ComingSoon LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW by Linnea Valle @LinneaAuthor




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When it comes to tomorrow…there are no guarantees

Emma, Eddie, and Zach. Best Friends. They were inseparable.

U n t i l  t h e y  w e r e n ’ t.

The three had grown up together, thick as thieves, friends until the end… well, with a minor exception. Emma had been in love with Zach for as long as she could remember. But it was one-sided.

U n t i l  i t  w a s n ’ t.

Then life changed. Emma started her first year of college and Zach and Eddie signed up to serve their country together, heading off to war. Life wasn’t quite fair. Emma’s hopes for a life between her and Zach dwindled with the distance and the passage of time. But there was still hope.

U n t i l  t h e r e  w a s n ’ t.

The unthinkable happened. After all… there was a war. And the three became two. Zach and Emma were left broken, crushed into a million pieces.

Would they be able to help each other put the pieces of their lives back together or would the pain and loss be too much to overcome?








I am a happily married wife of 36 years and mother of two grown children. My dream to be a published author began about 30 years ago when my kids were small. It was only two years ago that this dream of writing began.

An avid reader of Romance and Suspense/Thrillers as well as the Classics, I decided to venture into the world of writing and self publishing.  

I'm happiest at home with my wonderful husband and my 2 dogs or spending time with my kids/grandkids. Home is located in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.