Wednesday, May 29, 2019

#NewRelease #Review THE FALLEN: GENESIS by Tillie Cole @ArdentPRose @AlyMartinezAuth





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SYNOPSIS


The Fallen: Genesis is a prequel novella in The Deadly Virtues Series and MUST be read before RAPHAEL (DV: book one).


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THE FALLEN: GENESIS

(A Deadly Virtues Prequel)


IN THE BEGINNING...



They told them they were evil.

They told them they were possessed by demons.

They told them that darkness ran in their veins.

Holy Innocents Home for Children is a haven for orphaned boys who have nothing and no one. The priests watch over them, educate them, raise them in the family of the church.

Except for some.

Seven of the orphans are no ordinary boys. They attract the attention of the priests for their acts of violence, of bloodlust. The priests realize these boys are drawn to the darkness.

And the priests are no ordinary priests. They are the Brethren, a secret sect who believe themselves on a divine mission to seek out evil in the boys in their care. Seek it out, and then drive it out.

The seven have fallen from God’s grace. And the Brethren will cleanse their blackened souls…

Dark Contemporary Romance novella. Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and topics some may find triggering. Recommended for age 18 years and up.



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What the ever-loving heck did I just read !!!!

This is just the prequel OMG I cannot wait to get my hands on book one. There will be no spoilers or breakdown of the story because this is one you MUST go into blind. There is no getting away from the dark elements of the story but addictive does not even begin to describe it. From page one to the last page I didn't speak I didn't move actually I'm not even sure if I was breathing at times. If your a fan of Tillie's darker books you are going to love this series. 


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EXCERPT


Joseph watched helplessly as James moved from his place against the far wall toward a boy on a chair on the opposite side of the room. A boy who had slim knives embedded in his arms and legs—a human pin cushion.

Joseph shivered as he recalled his brother’s expression a moment ago as he’d sat and stared at the knives he had sliced into the boy’s flesh. James, the sadistic voyeur of his own work. Joseph’s nervous eyes landed on his brother’s target. The boy was bound with ropes, and a washcloth was stuffed into his mouth,silencing his cries.

Luke.

Fear flooded Joseph’s body. Luke, the boy who had been intent on bullying James since the age of eight. The boy who would spit at James’s feet when they walked by. The boy who call him weird, a goth, a psychopath who rarely spoke. His taunts were endless. Joseph didn’t think the verbal bullets had ever hit their target . . . until he’d found a pad of paper hidden underneath James’s bed. A pad of paper showing in graphic detail what James wanted to do to Luke.

Tie him up.

Cut his flesh.

Exsanguinate his body.

Then drink the blood down.

“They’re just fantasy, right?” Joseph asked James when he returned from detention. Joseph held up the drawings. Page after page of pain and despair and cruelty.

James walked slowly to Joseph and ran his hand down the open page of the pad, delicately running his fingertip over the pencil image of Luke’s slit throat. “It’s a promise,” James said, with no shame in his voice. “Each page is what will happen to Luke.” James finally met his older brother’s eyes. “I’m just waiting for the perfect time.”

From that day on Joseph made sure Luke never got too close to James, for fear of what his younger brother would do. Because Joseph believed every word his brother had said.

The truth was, Joseph knew that someday, if he wasn’t stopped, James would do something so terrible he wouldn’t be able to come back from it.

And Joseph had no idea how to cure James. He didn’t know how to heal his little brother of the wretchedness that had lodged itself into his soul. He prayed for a miracle he knew would never come.

Joseph’s heart pounded as James held up another knife. His brother’s torso was bare, the scars from his frequent self-mutilation clear to see, white roads of flesh mapping the veins that ran under his skin. Veins that carried the blood James so desperately craved; nightly, once safe in their room, he would slice them open and lick the falling drops as they ran in crimson rivulets down his arms.

Joseph thrashed on the bed, fighting the binds James must have placed him in while he slept. “James, listen to me,” Joseph said as he helplessly watched his brother slowly push his blade into Luke’s shoulder. Luke’s chair almost fell as he screamed into the washcloth, the fabric absorbing his cry. But James didn’t even flinch. Joseph’s stomach clenched when the blood started to pour from Luke’s shoulder as James carefully extracted the blade.

Eleven. That’s all James was. Eleven years old, yet thought only of blood . . . worse, even . . . thought only about the consumption of blood.






ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.



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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

#Tour #Reviews WRITTEN WITH REGRET by Aly Martinez @jennw23 @AlyMartinezAuth


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

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Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.


By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.


When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.


But that was where my fairytale ended.


Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.


At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.


I owed Caven my life.

However, I owed that innocent child more.

And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.

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Some books ease you I'm to the story but not Aly oh no. The prologue slaps you in the face with it's breathtaking intensity. I didn't see it coming and no lie my heart felt like it was pounding in my chest. 

Aly is an author who always delivers the unexpected. From the synopsis I'd made my mind up about Hadley and I said there's no way I'll change my mind but I did. Caven and Hadley have a complicated devastating back story. I liked that the story was told in dual POV. Seeing Caven struggle as a new dad was funny and sweet wrapped up in a delicious hunk of man. Rosealee is the sweetest little girl who you'll fall in love with and feel protective of. 

There's little clues that something isn't right that there's an element of the story were missing. Was I prepared for that ending ? No way, it was not what I was expecting at all. Book two can't come quick enough. 


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Always Epic writing by Aly Martinez 

The only way to prepare you for this story is this:

Aly Martinez is an evil genius. She makes you pick up a pitchfork before you even start the book. I read the blurb and was immediately outraged. I was ready to march in and save everyone from this clearly evil troll. With just a blurb all my maternal instincts were on high and ready to avenge...hence the evil genius.

Aly Martinez is a master manipulator and a weaver of words. She is Scheherazade. Spinning her story and keeping you so invested that it is impossible to discard her! I didn't want to read this book. The blurb made me so angry but I NEEDED to read it. Nothing, absolutely nothing Aly writes is cut and dry. I bet her freaking shopping list has a mic drop and a curveball. Here we are eating veggie burgers...with real bacon on them. That is Aly Martinez summed up!

Written With Regret starts off with a literal bang. One heard too far and too wide, but also too late. It is without a doubt the most effective way of changing the course of every reader's preconceived notions. I no longer held a pitchfork, I was grasping for tissues!

It's not unusual to be taken in by Aly's words. She had me at the start. I scrambled to stay ahead of everything and only caught up right before the reveal! I wish you luck because it comes fast and hard and you will be standing there with your mouth open and everything.

Now we wait...
And it's going to kill me!

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Excerpt:

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

And one second later, the universe proved me right.

I opened the door to see who had rung the bell—a cursory check revealed an empty hallway.

And that’s when I heard it: the sound that changed not only my entire life in the present, but my life for all future days to come.

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

Confusion hit me like a lightning bolt, sending me back a step. I used the door frame for balance as I took in the yellow blanket with a hole only big enough to reveal a pale-pink face.

“What the fuck?” I breathed. Glancing around the hall, I waited for someone to jump out and start laughing. When no one spoke up to issue a punchline, I took a step closer and repeated, “What the fuck?”

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

Of course, I knew the facts.

It was a baby.

On my doorstep.

Alone.

But the why in that equation was glaringly absent.

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

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

Ian shoved me to the side so he could stand beside me. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“Does it look like I’m shitting you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caven,

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

Written with regret,

Hadley

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

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

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

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

Shoving through the crowd of concerned onlookers, I headed straight to the bottles of liquor lining the counter. I didn’t bother with ice or even a glass. I threw back that bottle of vodka, hoping like hell the burn of the alcohol could numb the panic coursing through my veins.

Through it all, that baby never stopped crying.

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

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

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


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Monday, May 27, 2019

#NewRelease #Review KNIGHTS BURDEN by Bella Jewel @GiveMeBooksPR @BellaJewel73




Title: Knights Burden
Series: Rumblin' Knights #4
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2019



Blurb

Broken doesn’t describe him.
His demons now define him.
Brody.
The name that left my lips so many times.
The name that stole my heart.
The name that made me into the woman I am today.
The name that eventually shattered my world so completely.
He built me up, with love and desire - his darkness tore me down.
Now he’s gone.
Out there – trying to fight a battle that isn’t his to fight.
He’ll die. No truer words have been spoken.
Everyone tells me to walk away, to let go.
I can’t fix him.
I can’t save him.
I can’t keep hanging on.
How can I let go?
My whole world lies within him.
He is the very reason I breathe.
So I’ll fight.
I’ll do whatever I have to do.
I’ll find him.
I’ll bring him home.
Even if it kills me.



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I've been waiting on Brody and Melanie's story I couldn't wait to find out more about them. What I wasn't expecting was for the story to be so raw and to shred my emotions. Brody was a broken man slowly put back together by Melanie but when the past comes calling the life they've built completely falls apart. Reading about a strong woman always makes me want to give the author a high five. Melanie is no doormat she's a woman willing to put it all on the line for the man she loves. Brody is the strong silent type, he's determined loyal and protective. When he puts his life on the line can Melanie save him again.

Loved the story loved the characters and was happy to catch up with the other couples. 


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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.


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#NewRelease #Reviews KIT (Carsonbrothers #1) by SR Dyble


KIT 
(Carsonbrothers, #1)
By S R Dyble


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Stay invisible. Keep people out. Avoid the pain. 
That's how Eve decided to live after her family was murdered in front of her. 
A year later, her love of photography was the only thing that brought her happiness. 

It was going to be impossible to stay invisible when Kit, a cocky Australian classmate in her photography class, decided that his new favourite hobby wasn’t boxing, it was trying to get under her skin.
Kit might have been everything she was trying to avoid, but the more he hung around her, the more he edged past her well built defences, to the one spot she couldn’t afford to let him in: her heart.

No matter how much she tried to protect herself, Kit was hiding secrets of his own, and they had the ability to change Eve’s life drastically. 
If there was a thin line between love and hate, what happens when that love is betrayed?

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I hate saying this but Kit can kiss my ass. 😒 I thought he was a jackass the entire book. Even when he was trying not to be. I couldn't get over him. I understand and suspected some of the plot twists. I totally get where the author was coming from but as a character, he always seemed sleazy and unrepentant. I just couldn't immerse myself in their relationship. So the cliffhanger feels like a noose around my already frazzled neck...

I want happy. I want a reformed bad boy. I'm a sucker for this kind of a story. I love reformed @ssholes but I don't get the reformed vibe from him. I like that Kit is definitely more realistic. He is constantly screwing up and not thinking about anything but himself. I definitely feel it's more real but at the same time my heart can't take this kind of douche! 

As frustrated and confused as I am, I need book two. I need answers and hopefully a happy...Hopefully!

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This is the first in a new series by a debut author. I love finding new authors and this is one I will follow with interest. 

Overall I enjoyed this story, what can I say I love a bad boy. At times the flow of the book was slightly stilted and then it would pick up again. I'm sure with every new book the author releases that's something that will change with experience. I liked the character of Eve but Kit just annoyed the heck out of me. As I've said I love a bad boy but they must have something else about them for me to fall for them. Kit at times came across very dismissive of Eve's feelings and acted like he didn't care. 

I'm hopeful that in book two he redeems himself but I'm rooting for Eve regardless. 


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Sunday, May 26, 2019

#NewRelease #Review A DEBT OWED by Clarissa Wild @GiveMeBooksPR @WildClarissa



Title: A Debt Owed
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2019



Blurb

My enemy’s daughter … offered to me as payment towards a debt.
Now she’ll become my wife … my pet.

I wasn’t always cold-hearted and vindictive.
She made me that way.
Charlotte Davis … the most beautiful and privileged princess there is.
I’d kill for her to be mine.
We met by chance at her father’s wedding … And then again years later.
But she forgot about me. Ignored me. Enraged me.
Then her father did the unforgivable, and I made it my lifelong goal to ruin him ...
By taking her as payment towards a debt he owed.
A debt she will repay by marrying me.
Until death do us part.


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Clarissa blows my mind every time she releases a new book in the world. I was so engrossed in the story that I didn't realise I was so near the end. 

Charlotte is my new girl crush she may have been sold but she doesn't stop fighting to assert herself. At times I was worried for her thinking this will be the time she goes too far. Easton is a hard guy to understand, he wants to punish and dominate her and deprive her of any happiness then he expects her to be happy with what he gives her. Maybe in book two we'll find out more about what makes him tick.

Another addictive read from an amazing author.

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One hiccup. Two hiccups. A sniff.

With my ear pressed against her door, I can hear every sound, every breath.

I can’t stop biting my lip as I listen, wondering what she’s doing right now. Something muffles her cries, a pillow perhaps. I imagine her hugging it tight as she curls up on my guest bed … her bed. In her room. The room I gave her as a prison to stay in.

I shouldn’t be here.

But I can’t stay away either. Wherever she is, I’ve always wanted to follow. It’s what drove me to her in the first place, what made me take her away from her father.

She’s right. I’m a cruel monster who only cares about his own desires. But a part of me, somewhere deep inside, wishes for something else too. Something … better. Something real.

But we can’t have that. We never could and never will.

Not when she’s my hostage, someone I keep in a soft and velvety cage for my selfish needs.

My hand lingers on the wood, nails digging in as my heart sinks into my shoes. I’m fighting the urge to unlock the door and go inside.

I have no place in her room. Not after taunting her to the brink of despair. Did I go too far? The knife and fork were only a game—a way to toy with her emotions—but the sight of her obeying me filled me with such power that it consumed me and made me lash out. I wanted her to eat that cake until she was full and then sink to her knees and take my cock as a second dessert.

But that was a filthy dream of mine. Nothing more.

I should’ve known my fantasies would interfere with my ability to reason. I couldn’t keep my cool and made her face the rage inside me. Of course, she’s upset.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh. I don’t want to be this mean. I want to make her happy.

But I want her to suffer too, and those wishes clash like hell. I want her to know what it did to me when she chose to deny me and chose her goddamn father over me. That fucking arrogant son of a bitch who didn’t even love her … who ruined her for me.

Who worked my father to death … literally.

Taking in a deep breath, I lean away from the door and stare at it for a few seconds. Then I turn around and walk away. But there will come a time when I won’t be able to keep that door locked. When I won’t stop myself from touching her … from kissing her. And that day will be here sooner than she thinks.






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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.

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