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Friday, 23 March 2018

Review - No Way In Hell by Jordan Bates


No Way In Hell
by Jordan Bates

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Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: The Ink Well Chronicles, Book Two

Cover Designer: Kristen Hope Mazzola
Cover Model: Ciara Nicole Bell


Two years.
Who kisses someone and then doesn't say anything for two years?
Greg Moran, that's who.

That kiss might not have started it all, but it sure did change everything. I thought I was living a simple life, keeping to my friends, eating pickles with ice cream, drinking bourbon on the weekends, and taking naps after work. Looking back at it all now, it was anything but simple.

What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay there.
But clearly, this time it wasn't.
I married Greg Moran
My best friend. My boss.
The man who I had loved for five years.

Two years of silence broke me though. It caused me to do something no sane woman in love would do.

I asked for a divorce.


Excerpt

"You two look like you've been getting to trouble," Wilson, the owner of the candy shop, scolded us as he walked around from behind the cash register to give me a hug. I had missed the sound of his husky voice.

"Only the usual." He embraced me quickly before releasing me and going back to work. He was a crotchety old man, but still had a soft side, and I remembered this when he pushed the pickle jar towards me along with a pair of tongs and set a paper towel down beside the jar. 

"Grab one and I'll go see what kind of ice cream they have today." Greg left me to my own devices while he sought out something to fill his sweet-tooth craving. I plucked out one dill pickle and settled with that for now. Wilson gave me a side glance when I walked away, narrowing his eyes in suspicion that I hadn't taken more than one. I needed to pace myself or I would eat the whole jar before I left this place, and I really wanted to take some for the car ride home.

"Get me vanilla, please." I took a bite of the pickle and looked up to see Greg staring at me. His eyes were trained on my mouth as I chomped on the giant bite I took. He had a cup of vanilla ice cream in one hand and chocolate in the other. I licked my lips and then bit into the pickle again while trying not to laugh. He shook his head and handed over the cup.

He held onto my spoon since he knew I didn't need it yet. I dipped the top of my pickle into the ice cream and continued to eat it while we looked around for some road-trip snacks.

The young girl who had served Greg out ice cream came out from behind the counter. She couldn't of been older than sixteen, but I realized fast that she seemed to be drawn to Greg. I shoved more of the pickle in my mouth to cover my knowing smirk.

"Why don't we get some jelly beans?" Greg turned around from where the girl had been following him and almost knocked her down.

"Sorry!" Her little voice rang out as she turned and ran back behind the counter. Greg's brows knit together and he looked at me confused.

"Just make sure they're cinnamon." I turned around and made my way over to the popcorn wall. "I'll grab the cheddar."

"White!" Greg yelled at me as I dipped the last of my pickle into the ice cream. I made a detour over to the pickle jar to grab another before grabbing the biggest bag they offered to fill with the best white cheddar popcorn I had ever had the pleasure of eating.

"You are one weird girl." Wilson mocked me to my back as I dipped my fresh pickle into the ice cream. I turned around and took a bite directly in front of him, juices running down into the ice cream. Most people thought it was a weird combination, but I loved it. The sweet with the tart just seemed to work in ways that one wouldn't expect.

I quickly filled out bag of popcorn and grabbed a bag of cotton candy before heading back to the counter to what Greg had piled up. His broad shoulders were blocking the counter but, when I got up behind him, I rested my chin on his shoulder. I tossed my bags onto the counter and eyeballed what he collected: Sugar Daddies, hot cinnamon jelly beans and, my favorite, just pink Starbursts.


ARC REVIEW

Five Stars from me.


Oh my heart, I loved that book.

My first time reading this author, and I am well impressed, I really loved this book. There was something about the characters that drew you in and immersed you in their story.

Greg and Lilly get married in Vegas after attending a friends wedding, but the following morning Lilly starts fretting and regrets her decision, and asks for a divorce!

Greg and Lilly are really good friends, they have an amazing relationship, so this story is basically a friends to lovers story, except Lilly already loves Greg. It's adorable. 

Greg is going on my book boyfriend list, his sweet, sexy and more. Greg's family are so warm, I want to go for family dinner and games. The 'could be' couples friends are all supportive and good fun.

My emotions got put through some turmoil as the story unfolded, Lilly is so unsure of her relationship with Greg, I just wanted her to be happy. Moving from friends to lovers is fraught with danger as you could lose your fab relationship if it doesn't work out. Greg is not perfect as the story unfolds, its a learning curve for both of them. 

Writing my review for this book has made me want to reread lol.

I really enjoyed this book and will be reading more of this authors books.

5 absolutely loved it stars


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About the Author

Jordan Bates is an up and coming romance author from Florida, who is determined to write loves that last and are true to everyone who reads them.

Jordan graduated from UCF with a degree in English - Creative Writing. She has been writing since her freshman year in high school, where she finished her first and second book. Since then, she has pursued writing poetry, young adult novels, and romance novels.

When Jordan isn't working or writing, you can find her looking for inspiration among the forests, and finding all the new food to eat. Because what's better than writing? Eating an amazing burrito.



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Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Release Blitz - Amid the Winter Snow - A Holiday Anthology




SYNOPSIS

As the snows fall and hearths burn, four stories of Midwinter beginnings prove that love can fight its way through the chillest night…

THE DARKEST MIDNIGHT, by Grace Draven
The mark Jahna Ulfrida was born with has made her a target of the cruel and idle all her life. During the long, crowded festivities of Deyalda, there’s nowhere to escape. Until a handsome stranger promises to teach her to save herself…

THE CHOSEN, by Thea Harrison
In her visions, Lily sees two men fighting for her tiny country’s allegiance: the wolf and the tiger, each deadly, each cunning. One will bring Ys chaos and death, one a gentler path—but she’s destined to love whichever she chooses. The midwinter Masque is upon them, and the wolf is at her door…

THE STORM, by Elizabeth Hunter
When her soul mate died in a massacre of the half-angelic Irin people, Renata thought she’d never feel happiness again. She’s retreated to the snowy Dolomites to remember her hurts—until determined, irrepressible Maxim arrives to insist on joy, too. And before she can throw him out, they discover a secret the Irin have to know…

THE SNOWS OF WINDROVEN, by Jeffe Kennedy
As a blizzard threatens their mountain keep, the new Queen Amelia of the Twelve Kingdoms and her unofficial consort Ash face their own storm. Ash knows a scarred, jumpy ex-convict isn’t the companion his queen needs. But when a surprise attack confines them together in their isolated sanctuary, the feast of midwinter might tempt even Ash into childlike hope…

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Sunday, 5 November 2017

Release Blitz: Second Chances by T.M. Franklin



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Release Blitz: Second Chances
by T.M. Franklin

Genre: Second Chance / Holiday Romance / Adult Contemporary Romance


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Sometimes second chances aren't quite what you expect.

Every Christmas Eve, Carter Reed sits in a bar and regrets the decision he made ten years earlier that tore the love of his life from him. Mackenzie Monroe was his everything, but he left her behind to follow his dreams.

Now those dreams all revolve around her. The one that got away.

Or so he thinks.

A not-so-chance encounter with a mysterious stranger sends Carter on a mystical journey to fix the mistakes of the past. But he quickly finds out making things right isn't as simple as making a different choice. And if he doesn't find the key to Kenzie's heart, he could lose her all over again.

Second Chances is a story about a man who gets a peek at what his life could be, if only he'd walked a different path. In the tradition of It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Carol, it's a heartwarming romance sprinkled with a touch of magic that's sure to become a holiday favorite.



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T.M. Franklin writes stories of adventure, romance, & a little magic. A former TV news producer, she decided making stuff up was more fun than reporting the facts. Her first published novel, MORE, was born during National Novel Writing month, a challenge to write a novel in thirty days. MORE was well-received, being selected as a finalist in the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards, as well as winning the Suspense/Thriller division of the Blogger Book Fair Reader's Choice Awards. She's since written six additional novels and several best-selling short stories ... and there's always more on the way.



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Thursday, 12 October 2017

RELEASE BLITZ Delectable by Ann Grech Gold Coast Nights Book 1

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Delectable by Ann Grech

Gold Coast Nights Book 1


Genre: Bisexual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Gay for You
Models: Korey Williams, Tara Jiggins, CK
Photographer: Melissa Mackley and Rachael Wilson
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Release Date: October 12th

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Connor
I owe everything to Levi. Everything. So when I fell for his girl, I did the only thing a good mate would do. I left. Ran. Six years in that hell hole trying to forget, trying to let them live and love each other. But I couldn’t stay away any longer.
And now I’m realising it wasn’t just her I’d fallen for.
Levi
He left us—spent years defending our country. He’s far more honourable than me. While I was living in paradise, happy, and in love with my gorgeous girl, he's been facing horrors I can't even imagine. It nearly broke me knowing he was there, and Katy and I were here.
Twenty years we’ve known each other. I’ve grown a lot in those years. But one thing hasn't changed from the first day we met: we're still inseparable.
Now I’m beginning to understand how, in another life, we could have been so much more.
Katy
Levi’s the love of my life, my soulmate. And life is good. We’re so damn lucky… blessed to have found each other. But there’s a “but”. There always is.
We’ve spent six years waiting, in limbo. Connor was fighting to make the world a better place, and we were incomplete without him. When he left, he took a piece of my heart.
Now he’s back.

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Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Release Blitz - Fighting the Lies - Glacial Blood by Anna Edwards



 
The cage door closes on Emma Bryant’s freedom after she is arrested for a brutal murder that she did not commit. The tough-talking lioness knows the penalty she faces is death. Can she repel all of the lies in order to survive? Scott Frazier is always the joker. Beneath the golden lion’s mane is hidden a secret that just might save the woman he’s known to be his future mate since the first time he saw her. The blood of kings runs through him. Will he make the ultimate sacrifice to save the one he loves? Fighting the Lies is the sequel to The Touch of Snow; the paranormal romance that had non-readers converting to the genre. It continues the story of the Glacial Blood pack as they strive to save a member from the horrific position she finds herself in. But the story isn’t that simple, not when Nuka Lincoln is around, and an impending storm threatens the world as they know it. The Glacial Blood world is full of intrigue, suspense and kick arse fights. It also features a secret that should remain untold. A family isn’t always blood; it’s the people in your life that accept you for what you are.




Anna Edwards is a British Author that has a love of travelling and developing plot lines for stories. She has spent that last two years learning the skills of writing after being an accountant since the age of 21. As well as Roleplaying on twitter, she can also be found writing poetry on Twitter Her debut novel, Surrendered Control was released in November 2016 and has received fantastic feedback on the drama of story. Since then she has released four other books in 'The Control Series'. The Touch of Snow is the first book in a seven (at the moment) paranormal romance series. Anna only recently discovered paranormal romance but instantly fell in love with it. Brayden and Selene's story came to her in a dream. In her writing she loves to combine her love for romantic and erotic novels with her passion for travel to give an international feel to her novels. Death Valley is somewhere she visited in 2008 after a tragic personal event. It was part of a tour of the west coast of America that she loved a great deal. The highlight of the trip was a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon . Anna Edwards likes her hero's hot and hunky with a dirty mouth. Her heroines demur but spunky and her books in a kick arse series.

 

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Cinderella, Necromancer by F M Boughan Release Blitz


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Title: Cinderella, Necromancer
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Title ISBN: 978-1-946700-33-9
Book Length: 324 pages
Publisher: Month9Books


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DESCRIPTION/Blurb

Cinderella, Necromancer is Chime meets Anna Dressed in Blood and was inspired by a real medieval grimoire of necromancy from 15th-century Germany.

Ellison lost her mother at an early age. But since then, her father has found love again. He's happy and doesn't quite notice that Ellison does not get along with his new wife or her mean daughters. When Ellison discovers a necromantic tome while traveling the secret passages of her father's mansion, she wonders if it could be the key to her freedom. Until then, she must master her dark new power, even as her stepmother makes her a servant in her own home. And when her younger brother falls incurably ill, Ellison will do anything to ease his pain, including falling prey to her stepmother and stepsisters' every whim and fancy.

Stumbling into a chance meeting of Prince William during a secret visit to her mother's grave feels like a trick of fate when her stepmother refuses to allow Ellison to attend a palace festival. But what if Ellison could see the kind and handsome prince once more? What if she could attend the festival? What if she could have everything she ever wanted and deserved by conjuring spirits to take revenge on her cruel stepmother?

As Ellison's power grows, she loses control over the evil spirits meant to do her bidding. And as they begin to exert their own power over Ellison, she will have to decide whether it is she or her stepmother who is the true monster.

EXCERPT

(Excerpt from Chapter Two: The Beginning)

On the morning of my fifteenth birthday, my mother died. It was a cruel and terrible death, wrought with pain and suffering and moments of relief between the screams.
When death finally took her, the darkness hovered like a plague over our home, my father and younger brother and I only moving and breathing to survive, though if anyone had asked us why, we couldn’t have given an answer.
On the morning of my sixteenth birthday, the darkness descended in a form incarnate, though at first, we couldn’t see it.
Why should we have?
Father thought he’d brought me the best birthday gift a father could give his daughter: a new mother.
I saw nothing but a vile attempt to replace someone utterly irreplaceable.
I screamed, threw the pot I was holding at his head, and locked myself in my room for three days.
On the fourth day, six-year-old Edward knocked on my door. “
You can’t stay in there forever,” he said, his small voice wavering. “Father is threatening to call the locksmith. Mother—”
“Don’t call her that or I won’t speak to you,” I said.
He paused before continuing, an awkward pause that made me wonder—no, suspect—that she stood outside my door too.
She is threatening to take a hatchet to your door,” he whispered, so soft I could barely hear.
Was she now? I wanted to see her try. Difficult, though, being on the other side of the door.
“And ruin Father’s fine craftsmanship? She wouldn’t.”
But I didn’t know if she would or not. After all, I’d only caught one glimpse and hadn’t even seen her face. Or looked in her eyes. I’d been a fool.
One’s eyes say so much more than most people suspect. While the superstitious bustle about, trying to hide their true names—for they believe there is power in names—they should really be wearing dark glasses and learning to speak while gazing at the ground.
Names? Please. Child’s play.
To learn the state of one’s soul, find their gaze and hold it.
But I’d thrown a pot and run away.
How differently things might have turned out if I’d only followed my own rule.

(Excerpt from Chapter Four: The Leaving)
He left that same morning, quietly, while the rest of the world still slept. I watched from my window as he galloped down the road that would lead him through town, past the King’s palace, and out the other side on the road headed north. For years I’d begged him to take me on one of his distant journeys, and after Mother’s death, he’d promised his trips would never again separate the family. We had to stick together now.
Celia’s arrival had changed everything.
Father and his horse had barely disappeared from sight when someone rapped on my door—three sharp knocks, and a fourth with ominous finality.
I suppose I shouldn’t have answered, but at the time, some small part of me must have hoped that Father’s leaving had only been an illusion or some semblance of a nightmare, and that he actually stood on the other side of my door once again, waiting.
But Celia Not-Mother stood there instead, hands clasped at her middle.
“Your father has taken leave for several days to do business in Neustadt. Be a good girl and bring me up a pot of tea. Sweet child.”
The last she added as an afterthought.
Be a good girl? For Father, certainly. For her?
“That is not my place,” I said, for I had no knowledge of kitchens and pots, nor the necessary interest to deduce what might be needed. “Miss Mary—”
“Is no longer in our employ.”
A breath caught in my throat. Father’s trail barely minutes cold, and already she’d loosed the woman who’d nursed us and raised us during Mother’s frequent convalesces. Miss Mary had no children or family of her own save us.
“You didn’t,” I said, fists firm at my sides. “You can’t.”
Celia lifted her chin as though height meant power and folded her arms across the looseness of the blue silk robe she wore which—I swear it, even now—once belonged to my mother.
“I can, and I did. A needless expenditure, she. We must be careful with our coins, child.”
Tell that to the curtains and pillows.
She tapped a slippered foot. “Tea, child. In my room. I will be waiting.”
Indeed she would.

(Excerpt from Chapter Twenty-Six: The Second Ball)

They left. I did not hesitate.
I set up the parlour as if by rote, though the ease with which I fell into the routine stirred a concern. I buried it.
The spirits did their work, and I would do mine.
I had no doubt of my power, though if anyone had asked, I couldn’t have explained why I continued to tempt my eternal fate. I was as though driven by some force—something unseen—to use the ability, now that I had it.
I don’t excuse what I did. I only wish to explain why I continued to seek retribution despite my misgivings.
What is more, I longed for something deeper. Harsher. More severe, for a part of me believed that no matter what, I still held control over the spirits and what they did. And that same part of me wanted to see Charlotte suffer.
And so it was with this in mind that I turned further pages in The Book, knowing full well what I sought.
“To inflict harm,” I read, “make an image of wax on the day and in the hour of intent, in the name of the one to be harmed. Thus, you should use wax of candles burned at a funeral, and on the likeness, fashion hands in the place of feet, and feet in the place of hands.”
And so I did. With candles from my room that I had saved from Mother’s funeral, I molded a crude figure of my stepsister. With my fingernail, I inscribed Charlotte’s name on the wax doll’s forehead, and on its chest and shoulder, carved the book’s images of circles, planets, and five-sided stars.
Then I called my spirits. With the bridle still, I had no need of the first spirit. To the second, I had only to repeat my request. And to the third, I gave the wax doll, which he consecrated with spit smeared over the doll’s eyes.
“What would you have me do?” Oliroomim spoke with an unsettling eagerness.
From my hair, I drew a pin. With a hollowness in the pit of my belly, I pierced the spine of the doll.




About the author:
F.M. Boughan is a bibliophile, a writer, and an unabashed parrot enthusiast. She can often be found writing in local coffee shops, namely because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.