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Monday, October 21, 2019

Ardent Prose PR Presents: Beyond Measure by Jane Henry; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Review

Rating:  4 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from Ardent Prose PR and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".

USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a gritty, impassioned romance of arranged marriage, fearless love, and ultimate triumph over evil.

I’m the girl no one wants.

Scarred beyond repair and locked away, I’m tainted and tarnished.
Unworthy of friendship, love, or hope.

But I was born into Bratva life, and my life is not my own.

I’m ripped from my home and forced to marry a man I’ve never met, sight unseen.

He’s ruthless, possessive, fierce...

My husband.

My Thoughts:

Tomas Dobrynin has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Caroline Koslov is not happy with her present and angry about her future. They’re both on the cusp of something new.

Caroline will give you a sense as to what she sees when she looks at herself and Tomas. Tomas and his men show some of the more colorful aspects of their life. Caroline has an uncomfortable moment and needs some liquid courage. At one point she’ll have you chuckling and then she pops out a famous quote that you should recognize. It’s a great way to wake the reader up and have you pay attention – what will the author surprise us next with? It was also a great way to put the reader in the scene. Tomas keeps telling her something and I started feeling like I should answer for her.

I hated being pulled away from what was going on. I wanted to see how things were going to turn out for Caroline. It was nice to catch up with characters from the first book of this series. It was also nice to see how Tomas was taking care of Caroline. In one scene he offers her a Russian remedy that I found myself curious about and found it to be true – working in a library sometimes researching things comes in handy. One last nice thing was seeing an Epilogue that has several happy endings. But it did leave me wanting more – just not very patient if I have to wait awhile.

The veil tumbles to the side, its falling a symbol of sorts. I can no longer hide. It slides to the ground and gets crushed beneath his heavy footsteps as he drags me to the furthest end of the property, to a small apartment with lights blazing. He yanks open the door with his left hand, still holding me in his right, then to my shock, bends and lifts me up and right over the threshold, placing me clumsily to my feet so quickly he nearly tosses me through the door. I stumble, but he grabs my elbow to right me, then slams the door behind him.

By now, his fit of temper because he was given marred goods has me in a fury of my own. I can’t help who I am. I can’t help how I look. And if I’m to be married to this monster, he can have some damn decency.

“Hardly carrying me over the threshold!” I spit out at him, quickly scurrying around the kitchen table to put distance between us. I look around for something to defend myself if he’s going to hurt me. Now that I’m his property, I’m fully prepared for him to rape me. There are rules governing consummation. I begin to tremble.

This isn’t my fault. I didn’t agree to this. I didn’t scar my face, and I didn’t promise him anything, so he has no right to direct his anger at me. His eyes darken as he prowls closer to me, and I fear the worst. I know that look. He’s going to hurt me, I know it, but there’s something my new husband will learn about me. I won’t stand and take it.

Glancing wildly about the room, I see a set of kitchen knives on the counter. I sprint, and grab the largest one by the handle, spinning around to face him. “Do not fucking touch me again.”

He freezes and puts his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender.

“Caroline,” he says in his deep, angry voice. Unlike the other men of the Bratva, his accent is less noticeable, though still there. He barks out a command that makes me jump and nearly drop the knife. “Put that down.”

I blink and stare at him, my hand trembling. What will he do if I put it down? What will he do if I don’t? Oh, God, this was so stupid.

“No,” I tell him, shaking so hard the knife vibrates in my hand. “I don’t trust you. I don’t want you to hurt me. I did nothing to deserve your anger, and you will not touch me!”

At that, he looks at me in surprise and anchors his large hands on his hips. “Is that what you think?”

I blink. “What?”

“That I’m angry with you?”

“You’re glaring at me. What am I supposed to think, that you’re enamored with my radiant beauty? Look at me. I’m no fool.”

He fixes me with a look that would make the most powerful men of the brotherhood quake. “All you’ve done to earn my anger is wield a knife at me. Before then, my anger was not directed at you.”

I grip the blade, unsure of how I would even use this thing if I had to. I suppose I’d slash at him and try to hit an artery or something. Hell, I don’t even really know where those are. Stupid. Unfortunately, the sight of blood also makes me want to vomit, so this was a very poorly executed decision.

“Oh, really?” I ask incredulously. “Then why have you been glaring at me?”

His lips purse but he doesn’t respond. “Put the knife down,” he repeats.

“Not until you answer me,” I counter.

He takes a step toward me and I hold the knife higher.

“We might as well make this clear from the beginning,” he says, almost thoughtfully. “You will not raise your hand to me, ever. You will respect me as your husband, and you will do what I say. I do not respond to ultimatums.” His voice sharpens to steel. “Now put that knife down before you hurt yourself.”

Clearly, he’s the domineering sort. Shocking.

I still hold the knife, but now I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do. I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t want to do what he says either. If I obey, what will he do in retaliation? I look to the door, then the window. There’s no escape. If I run, and he has any authority here at all, he could have a legion of men at his beck and call, ready to catch me and return me to him. I don’t know what awaits me if I obey him now, but whatever it is will only worsen if I run.

This was a stupid, reckless decision, and I have a feeling I will regret pulling a knife on my new husband. Damn. I already do.

Foolishly, I continue to talk. “And what will you do to me if I put this down?”

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I will lessen the punishment you’ve already earned for pulling a knife on me.”

I swallow hard. Damn. But not a surprise.

“And if I don’t?”

His eyes darken and his brows draw together. “I will take that knife from you before I whip you soundly, cuff you, and put you to bed.”

My pulse spikes. He isn’t lying.

This is the man I’m married to?

USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.

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Pure Textuality Presents: How To Capture A Duke by Tina Gabrielle; #NewRelease, #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow,

How to Capture a Duke
by Tina Gabrielle
Series: Raven Club
Genre: Adult, Historical Romance
Publisher: Entangled Scandalous
Publication Date: October 14, 2019

Lady Olivia, the youngest sister of the Earl of Castleton, has no patience for the boring gentlemen of aristocratic society. She longs for a more adventurous life like the ladies who visit the Raven Club. But her plans are thwarted when her family drags her to a country house party to meet the elusive Duke of Keswick.
Tristan Cameron, the Duke of Keswick, finds Olivia in his stables. She believes him to be the stable master, and he doesn’t dissuade her of the notion. He has no interest in entertaining one of the spoiled, self-indulgent ladies who’ve invaded his home. Except, Olivia is neither of those things, and their shared kiss during a ride results in combustible passion.
And a potential scandal.
Olivia is relieved when the handsome stable master comes to her aid as her alibi, but that relief fades to anger when she suddenly finds herself betrothed to the harsh, foul-tempered duke.
Tristan believes he’s been trapped by a scheming, title-seeking lady. To make matters worse, she’s utterly captivating. He plans on leaving her behind in the country immediately after their vows, but Tristan soon finds himself battling temptation and Olivia’s stubborn determination to be the Duchess he doesn’t believe he deserves...

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“You’re wrong. Lord Jeffries did not behave badly. But your cousin did reveal something quite extraordinary about you.”
Tristan stood still as he watched his wife. “What might that be?”
Olivia moved away from the wall to press a finger against his chest. “You do not want children because you fear they will be like you. That they will speak like you.”
Tristan stiffened beneath her finger. He stared wordlessly at her, his heart pounding like a drum. His throat tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t believe Spencer had revealed that truth to his wife. Betrayal, sharp and bitter, cut through him, and he wondered what the hell his cousin had been thinking.
His cousin knew only because Tristan had confided in him a decade ago after arriving home from Oxford on holiday. Tristan had had a particularly difficult session after a professor had required his students to speak on a topic. He’d known he stuttered worse under stress, but the half hour speech had been intolerable. He’d been convinced that he’d never want his offspring to go through a similar, miserable experience. 
Unwanted, old emotions arose within him. Incompetence. Frustration. Embarrassment. His mother’s voice could never be silenced. He wasn’t good enough, intelligent enough, worthy enough to be her son and his father’s heir.
It was Tristan’s shame, his cross to bear. 
He’d never been celibate, but the women in his past knew how to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. But Olivia was his wife. He couldn’t take the risk. 
“I do not wish to s…s-peak of it.”
“Of course not. But your beliefs are unfounded. There is no reason to think that your children will—”
“I said I do not wish to speak of it.” This time, the words were delivered clearly and harshly.
Pain flashed in her eyes. He knew how badly words could hurt, and he wanted to take them back, to pull her into his arms and kiss her, to soothe the sting of his harsh delivery. 
She knows, dammit.
No one could guarantee a child would not be like him. She’d never understand, could never live a day in his shoes. He knew firsthand that no one could shelter a child for its entire life. 
“You believe the worst of everyone, especially me. That I trapped you into marriage. And you came here tonight believing I’ve seduced Lord Jeffries into having a liaison.”
At the mention of Spencer, his jaw hardened. He didn’t believe she’d seduced him, more like his cousin had seduced her. 
Tristan reached for her hand. “Enough talk. It’s time to go.”
She evaded his grasp. “Why? Since I am such a nuisance as your wife, leave me here.”
“Olivia.” His voice was full of warning.
“You needn’t worry. I shall find my own way home. I’m sure Lord Jeffries will be more than happy to escort me.”
His mind exploded with all his pent-up fears and frustrations. He didn’t think. Tossing her over his shoulder, he headed for the back doors of the club.
Copyright © 2019 by Tina Gabrielle

About Tina Gabrielle:

Best-selling author TINA GABRIELLE is an attorney and mechanical engineer whose love of reading for pleasure helped her get through years of academia. She often picked up a romance and let her fantasies of knights in shining armor and lords and ladies carry her away. She is the author of adventurous Regency historical romances for Entangled Publishing and Kensington Books. Tina also writes best-selling cozy mysteries as Tina Kashian for Kensington Books. 
Publisher’s Weekly calls her Regency Barrister’s series, “Well-matched lovers…witty comradely repartee.” Tina’s books have been Barnes & Noble top picks, and her first book, Lady Of Scandal, was nominated as best first historical by Romantic Times Book Reviews. Tina lives in New Jersey and is married to her own hero and is blessed with two daughters. She loves to hear from readers. 

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IndieSage PR Presents: Bene by Bethany-Kris; #CoverReveal, #ComingSoon, #TBR, #PreOrder, #Giveaway

by Bethany-Kris
Guzzi Legacy, #5
Publication Date: November 4, 2019
Cover Reveal Credits: Lee Ching @Under Cover Designs
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime,
Erotic Romance, Standalone


A vendetta can change everything …
Bene Guzzi is walking a fine line. In his family, the mafia, and even with his own twin. Being a Guzzi principe means he doesn't have time to be a screw up, so he needs to fix it and fast.
Vanna Falco is nothing that she seems. Her angel's face hides a past filled with pain and her secrets might be enough to finally take the Guzzi family down for good. That is, if no one finds out the truth.
But everything gets trickier when people who shouldn't be together, start to fall hard. And no one is more dangerous than a Guzzi in love.
The lies between them, though?
Well, they might ruin it all. 


Note: Bene is a standalone within The Guzzi Legacy and can be read as such.



Until, of course, she heard someone mutter, “If you’re gonna do that, could you fucking move it outside to the alley like every other bitch that’ll get on her knees does, and give someone else the table?”
Vanna stiffened the second Bene’s lips stilled against her own. She physically felt the change in his posture, and sensed it, too. Like his playful, sexiness had left him just like that, and the heat in his gaze suddenly burned with more rage than it did lust when his stare met hers.
She didn’t know why she thought to speak to defuse the situation, but she still did. Or at least, she tried. “It’s fine. Just ignore him. It’s o—”
That was all Vanna managed to say before Bene pushed away from her. He spun sideways, as though he had just known the asshole came up to his right without even looking that way when he had been distracted with her. His fist was already flying, crashing into the face of the man before Vanna even had time to think about what was happening.
And then as fast as it happened, it was over. Bene spun on his heels, a dark grin tugging at his lips when her wide—slightly amused, but also terrified—gaze met his. Yes, she’d seen a man hit another man over her before. But no, she had never quite liked it the way she did right then.
The man hadn’t even hit the floor before Bene’s hand found hers, and he pulled her off the pool table, grabbing her bag from the floor at the same time, and moved them toward the back entrance of the bar. She peeked over her shoulder in just enough time, right before they darted out the back doors, to see the bartender coming around the bar.
They were already gone.
It was over.
That’s how fast it happened.
Her hand stayed tucked tightly with Bene’s as he pulled her through the back alley behind the bar, and through the maze of another three. He didn’t stop until they were one block down, and she recognized the familiar brick design of his building. Except it was the side, and not the front. Not that it mattered to her when he pressed her into the brick, his body crowding hers in the best way, leg slipping between her thighs to give her pussy something to grind on while he kissed her harder than ever.
Until her lungs burned.
And all she saw was him.
His hands skimmed over the front of her jeans, unsnapping the button and pulling down the zipper before sliding underneath. She stared down the alley to the busy street where people bustled on by. Not to mention, all the windows around them. What were the chances that this alley would be empty at this time of night? And still, anyone could see them there, if they just thought to look.
Vanna still didn’t care.
“That was crazy,” she breathed against his mouth.
Bene chuckled, lips curving with hers. “Worth it.”
“Shouldn’t make a woman run in heels, Bene.”
“Can I fuck one in them?”
Vanna groaned. “Yes.”



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something …when she can find the time.

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