Friday, December 9, 2016

Review: Tormented

Tormented Tormented by Max Henry
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Holy flipping hell.
I knew Sawyer was messed up, I knew this was going to be one hell of a ride but this was so much more than I expected.
I wondered as I read how it would end, would he end up dead because there's no way he's going to be magically fixed.
The devil inside won't be silenced, he takes the reader on a slippery slope, sliding down into the dark and dirty depths of his mind, a place with no remorse.
As much as you may want to dislike Sawyer you won't be able to. By the time you see what's deep inside him your already so invested you can't fault him, you can't turn your back no matter what he reveals.
Abbey was messed up from childhood and no matter how much she wants Sawyer everyone thinks he's the worst possible person for her. They treat her like a second class citizen basically, thinking she's beyond messed up and will never be normal.
But what if that person who's just as messed up if not more is just what the other needs?

Sawyer want's to help Abbey, but he also wants her. He has some deeper needs that are brought out by her, ones that only she can fulfill. While we see the darkest of him we also see the a part of Sawyer he didn't realize existed.
Their story is not fairy tale, if it is it's a dark, depraved, twisted tale.

And the end, that very last page broke me, I was right there with Sawyer ready to ball.
Way to wrap up one hell of a journey!!


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The Pregnancy Project by Kat Cantrell



The Pregnancy Project
Publisher: Harlequin Release Date: December 1, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance Series: Love and Lipstick, Book 3


synopsis   
  He’ll prove his seduction theories work—even on his pregnant best friend! On TV, Dr. Dante Gates teaches the science of attraction. Now this wealthy genius is using his expertise on best friend Dr. Harper Livingston. His theory: one kiss will extinguish that distracting spark between them. Reality proves hotter than any fantasy…until he learns Harper’s expecting… She chose pregnancy by sperm donor before her best friend became Dr. Sexy. Now, if she wants all he can give, she has to stay emotionally detached—or risk losing his friendship and her cosmetics company. But as she surrenders to his masterful seduction, she admits some things are worth the risk… The Pregnancy Project is part of the Love and Lipstick quartet.  

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Review: Divine Desire

Divine Desire Divine Desire by Audrey Carlan
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I have not read the other books in the Lotus House series but Atlas & Mila make me want to go back and inhale them.
Divine Desire has drama, humor, a bit of angst and a whole lot of heat.
These two could not be more perfect for each other. At each others throats while denying themselves what they really want.
Their story will have you laughing one minute and sad the next, only to be picked back up and given a fantastic ending.
As expected Ms Carlan has written another story that sucks you in and keeps you rooted in place until the very end. I loved every minute of this book and absolutely will go back for the other books in this series.

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Cover Reveal - The Bartender by Piper Rayne




Title: The Bartender
Series: Modern Love #1
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Djordje Grbic
Release Date: February 1, 2017



Blurb

Who knew sleeping with the enemy could be this fun? 

Was the one night stand a good idea?
Well, no. Probably not in retrospect.

In my defense I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house, I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead.

So when the guy behind the bar started giving me THE look…you know, the one that promised I’d be screaming his name into the wee hours of the morning? When that guy also has the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, biceps bulging out of his t-shirt, and a cocky grin you knew he’d earned in the sack…when he gives you that look, you don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse and ride it!

Pun fully and completely intended. And accurate by the way.

I fully admit to feeling sorry for myself and acting impulsively, but by the time I’d figured out WHO the bartender was, I was already falling for him.






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Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?


We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it. 

What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.



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Release Blitz - The Curse of the Blue Scarab by Josh Lanyon




Title: The Curse of the Blue Scarab
Author: Josh Lanyon
Genre: Historical Romance & Mystery Suspense
Release Date: December 9, 2016



Blurb

Who or what is responsible for the gruesome deaths of members of the secret society known as the Order of Osiris?

Dr. Armiston, an irascible, confirmed bachelor who believes in medicine not mysticism, is certain the deaths are only tragic accidents.

The members of the Order of Osiris suspect something more sinister is at work. They profess to believe an ancient curse has been visited upon their society. Handsome and mysterious Captain Maxwell requests Armiston’s help.

Tarot cards? Egyptology? Spiritualism? Armiston has little patience with the superficial and silly pastimes of the rich, but he does love a good puzzle. Or could it be that he is more drawn to young Captain Maxwell than he wishes to admit?

Either way, Armiston must solve the secret of the cursed sarcophagus very soon, for Captain Maxwell is the next slated to die…






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Excerpt

I found the place in a quiet back street some three minutes’ walk east from Piccadilly Circus. A gilded sign in the shape of a banyan leaf hung over first-floor windows.


The Banyan was not a club, but an eating-house, with rather a special clientele. It was run by a retired quartermaster, who somehow made his little pile in India. The man spoke Persian and Burmese and worked the house with Indian servants. He catered to Anglo-Indian tastes. It was the first place I was given a spoon for my curry. 

According to Maxwell, men had been known to come home cursing India and all its ways—and yet turn up at the Banyan within a month. He said he went there principally to keep up his Indian vocabulary, but the fowl-curry, the chutney, and the fruit were all excellent and well worth the visit. 

Though Maxwell was not a sophisticated raconteur like Maundeville, he was good company and sincerely charming. In fact, he was disconcertingly attentive. It was quite a heady thing to have his complete and unadulterated concentration. I could see no reason for it. 

“How did you happen to become a physician?” he asked curiously as I finished a long, involved story that even I could see no point to. 

“My father was a doctor,” I said. “One of those good old-fashioned country doctors who shepherded his flock in and out of this life for nearly the length of his own. He was greatly loved by everyone who knew him, and I thought that would be a wonderful thing. To be able to take away pain and suffering. And to be greatly loved.” 

It was the truth, but it was more than I had meant to say. 

“It is a wonderful thing to be able to take away pain and suffering,” Maxwell said after a moment. 

“Yes. What I failed to understand was how difficult it would be when, no matter how hard you try, you can’t manage it. Or when your best effort fails to save a life. It’s a dreadful thing to have a child die in your arms.” 

Maxwell’s somber expression no doubt matched my own. I said hastily, “Happily, most of my practice amounts to lancing boils and handing out headache powders.” 

He laughed. “I doubt it.” 

“Oh, it’s quite true. I’m not complaining. The grand career I imagined for myself would have been contrary to my own nature. I like a quiet, comfortable life.” 

He stared at the ale in his glass. “You never married?” 

“No, no,” I said too heartily. “No woman would have me. Congenital bachelor, I’m afraid.” 

Maxwell’s eyes flicked up. He met my gaze and offered a faint, enigmatic smile. 

It was not easy—in fact, it was impossible—to get him to speak of himself. Nor did he broach the subject that had inspired this tête-à-tête until at length we settled in a quiet corner of the smoking-room. 

“Now,” he said with a sort of grim cheerfulness, “we’re fortified and steadied by an excellent dinner. We shall take a common-sense view of the matter before us.” 

“The matter before us?” 

“Your continuing involvement in this case.” 

“I’m…not sure I follow.” 

“It’s quite simple. To begin with we have poor Scrymgeour and D’Aurelle. Both died suddenly, and apparently alone. You knew neither of them, but you certified one death and countenanced the certifying of the other although I believe you thought both those deaths were suspicious.” 

I stared at him, unable to believe my ears. 

“I believe you feel you’re partly responsible—since you certified those deaths—for the fact that there has been no further inquiry. I think, too, that you joined the Society of Osiris because of those deaths, and that you have those certificates on your conscience.” 

“What the devil are you talking about?” I exclaimed. “I certified what I believed to be true.” 

“Would you sign them now?” he retorted. “I know you acted honestly at the time.” 

“Of what exactly are you accusing me?” I asked very coldly, very quietly. 

Maxwell met my stare without flinching. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? Your interest in this matter, your involvement—” 

I said, “My involvement is simply one of academic interest. You and your friend have presented me with a mystery, and I mean to solve it. That is all.” 

He nodded as though satisfied, though his expression remained uncharacteristically austere. I thought his eyes held an unnatural glitter, and I prepared myself for more unpleasantness. Even so, his next words were startling. 

“In thinking over those two deaths, we must consider points of difference and of similarity. Both these poor fellows were bachelors, and both had independent means.” 

“You believe their deaths are connected by something other than the Mummy?” 

“I do. Perhaps you don’t know where their property went?” 

“Well?” 

“Miss Hennessey.” 

I think I gaped at him. Not at the information itself, but the fact he had essentially accused the poor girl of murder. 

I said as much, though I tried to keep my tone neutral. “Then you suspect Miss Hennessey of somehow engineering their deaths?” 

It was Maxwell’s turn to look astonished. “Nora? Of course not. I bring up the matter only because you’re a bachelor too, though not so well provided as they were with this world’s goods. You’re an older man also.” 

I laughed. He was rude and ridiculous, but I don’t suppose he realized that—or cared. “True on all counts, I’m afraid. Furthermore, I’m an observer, not a participant in this little misadventure of yours. So if your concern is for my safety, you may rest easy. I don’t believe either Miss Hennessey or the Mummy are after me.” 

“I think you should retire from the case, all the same.” 

I stared. He appeared to be quite serious. 

“What’s brought about this change of heart?” I inquired. “You weren’t concerned for my safety five days ago.” 

“Five days ago you weren’t taking tea with Miss Hennessey or having dinner with Maundeville. I—we—didn’t then appreciate the fact that there might be risk to you.” His throat jumped as he swallowed. He looked genuinely worried. “Enough people have died, Armiston. I wouldn’t like something to happen to you on our account.” 

“You and Perceval have decided this between you?” 

“Er…yes.” It was such an obvious lie, I almost laughed. I was too offended to find the situation humorous, however. 

“I see.” 

“It’s not that we’re unappreciative.” 

“No. You’ve expressed your appreciation most originally.” 

His brows drew together. “We should never have dragged you into this matter. That’s the truth.” 

“Possibly not. But you did—I won’t say dragged me because I joined the expedition willingly enough—invite me, and there’s no going back now.” 

“Of course there is.” 

I shook my head. “I told you both before that I did not need your permission to continue my investigations. Such as they are.” 

He leaned forward, saying with quiet intensity, “You must stop, Quentin.” 

I was so surprised he knew my Christian name it took me a moment to collect my thoughts. “Shall I tell you what I think this is?” 

“I’m telling you what it is!” 

I shook my head. “I believe you’ve recently learned the cards are about to be drawn again. I believe you’re convinced that this time you’ll receive the Priestess. And I believe that you’re afraid that because of my…” I didn’t quite know how to phrase it without making matters more awkward than they were. I settled on, “…respect for you, I may act rashly and come to harm.” 

Even in the muted light I could see he flushed and then paled. “I don’t think any such thing.” 

“I hope not. I hope you don’t think I’m such a fool.” 

“I don’t. Of course I don’t.” He looked stricken. 

“However great my…respect for you, I’m not a man prone to rash or incautious action. I’m not the dashing hero of a romance novel. Frankly, you would be better suited to such a role than I.” 

He opened his mouth, closed it, and swallowed. “I wasn’t suggesting—” 

“Let’s consider the matter closed. You’ve said what you needed to say, and I’ve given you my answer.” 

“Very well,” he said stiffly.

Shortly after, Maxwell and I parted. I think he couldn’t escape fast enough.





Author Bio

Bestselling author of over sixty titles of classic Male/Male fiction featuring twisty mystery, kickass adventure and unapologetic man-on-man romance, JOSH LANYON has been called "arguably the single most influential voice in m/m romance today."

Her work has been translated into nine languages. The FBI thriller Fair Game was the first male/male title to be published by Harlequin Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published in print. The Adrien English series was awarded the 2nd Annual All Time Favorite Male Male Couple by the Goodreads M/M Group. Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Gay Mystery, and the first ever recipient of the Goodreads Favorite M/M Author Lifetime Achievement award.

Josh is married and lives in Southern California.



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Cover Reveal - Clam Jam by RC Boldt




Title: Clam Jam
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Romantic Comedy/New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Letitia, RBA Designs
Release Date: January 10, 2017



Blurb

“Clam Jam”
Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block.

Example: You’re chatting with a guy you’re interested in and your friend comes along and lays claim to him. 

Maggie
That’s my life—except it’s worse. My friend who keeps “jamming” me is my gay roommate and if that isn’t a W.T.F. moment, I’m not sure what is.

Fact: He went home with three—yes, three—of the guys I had been so sure were into me.

Fact: He’s really pissing me off. I mean, hello? I’m trying to get back in the saddle, but I’ll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of fifty if he keeps this up.

Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren’t gay. Why do all the hot, sweet, tender-hearted guys have to be gay?

Fact: My gay-dar needs a serious tune-up.

Ry

The day I interviewed for the room to rent, everything changed. I knew I had met “the girl”, except there was one small problem: she didn’t want anything to do with men. I recognized a top-notch force field when I saw one. She’d been burned badly and didn’t want to deal with a heterosexual guy as a roommate. I could’ve turned around and found another place to live, but I wanted to live there—with her. 

So I had to go “undercover”. 

Fact: I’m in love with my roommate. 

Fact: I’m a likely candidate for carpal tunnel surgery since all the action I’ve had for the past year has been my hand. 

Fact: She’s going to hate me if I come clean now. 

Fact: I’m not giving up. Which means, I’ll just have to continue to run defense until I figure out a way to get Maggie to see the “real” me. 

The me that loves her. 

The me that would never do her wrong. 

Until then, I’ll keep running off every guy who shows any interest. 

Until then, I’ll continue to Clam Jam.








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Excerpt


“Ryland James!” I bang on his bathroom door, hollering loudly. “Did you eat the last—” 

The door swings open, drawing my speech to a sudden halt because … ooooh, sweet, dripping wet abs. 

My eyes are riveted. 

He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and I don’t even realize I’m moving until Ry releases a sharp hiss at my touch. Because my finger is tracing over the slight indentations in his abdominal muscles. 

“Um …” He clears his throat, his voice husky and deep. “Mags?” 

“Uh-huh,” I murmur absently, my fingertip stopping one of the trickling droplets of water on his skin, tracing it down over his belly button, and— 

His fingers grasp my wrist, drawing my hand to a halt, and my eyes dart up to his in alarm because crap. That was like an out-of-body experience. 

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry. I just really, um … crap.” That’s all I can utter. Nonsense. No one would believe I have my graduate degree if they heard me right now. 

If my tongue had a voice of its own, it would probably say something like, “Just the tip. That’s all I want.” The tip of my tongue tracing over Ry’s abs, that is. You know, just to prove someone Photoshopped him. Or not. 

Because I’ll take one for the team. I’m a giver like that. People might even think of canonizing me as a saint after all this. Really. 

Oh, and then … Abracadabra! Poof! He’d no longer be gay, profess his undying love for me, and wouldn’t ever leave me for another guy. 

Or woman. 

Wow. That scenario even sounds crazy in my head. 

Shaking off my thoughts, I take one more glance down at his abs—just one more glance—and that’s when I see it. 

“Oh, boy,” I breathe out. Ry is hard, tenting the towel, and I really want it to drop. Accidentally, of course. Like an “oops” moment. Totally harmless and innocent. 

Oh. My. God. I’m a horrible person. I’m thinking of my roommate’s penis! My roommate who has quickly become one of my best friends. 

Oh, the shame!

Where did this inner slut come from? It’s like she’s been lying in wait—for him, apparently.

But, really. I can take a little peek, right?





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RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.



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Release Blitz - Like A Boss: A Motivational Coloring Book by Jennifer Ryder




Title: Like A Boss: A Motivational Coloring Book
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Art Therapy/Self-Help/Coloring Books
Cover & Illustrations: Jessica Hildreth, Love N. Books
Release Date: December 9, 2016



Blurb

Like A Boss: A Motivational Coloring Book by Jennifer Ryder
Mantras to live and color by for women and girls.


A collection of 22 motivational mantras and a mix of designs to inspire the boss in each of us. 

Let the positive messages sink in and the stress melt away as you unwind and bring each page to life.


LIKE A BOSS comes with a test page and each design has space at the spine, is blank on the reverse side, making it perfect for easy removal and framing of your favorite designs.




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Jennifer Ryder is a bestselling contemporary romance author based on a rural property outside of Canberra. Jennifer is all about spreading positivity and finding that inner calm.

Check out www.jenniferryder.com for information on her Aussie based romance novels and upcoming adult colouring books.



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