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Friday, June 22, 2018

Enticing Journey Book Promotions Presents: Dirty Bitches MC Series 1; #CoverReveal, #ComingSoon, #PreOrder


Title: Dirty Bitches MC Season 1
Authors: Avelyn Paige, Geri Glenn, GM Scherbert, and Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2018
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Fun, chaos, sexy times and sisterhood. This is what happens when 4 best-selling MC authors write themselves and their readers into a fictional world of motorcycles, open roads and bad boys.

Livin’ On a Prayer – Avelyn Paige

Dixie Ryder just can’t catch a break. After leaving the safety of her uncle’s motorcycle club for a marriage that ends in disaster, she leaves town and starts an all-female club of her own. Just as life is finally going her way, Dixie’s ex-husband breezes into town, fresh from the military and hell-bent on fixing their broken relationship. Old wounds are re-opened, loyalties are tested and Dixie’s world is turned upside down once again.

You Give Love a Bad Name – Winter Travers

River Bane is in full control of her destiny. She grew up with nothing, and vowed never to live that way again. A tough as nails attitude and fierce loyalty to her club keeps people at bay, and that’s just the way she likes it. Until the local sheriff gets it in his head that she’s the one for him. He won’t rest until the woman behind the sky-high heels and sexy scowl is in his bed, in his life and in his future.

Unbreakable – Geri Glenn

Bernadette Simms has a history most women would never survive, but she did. Never again will she give any man the power to rock her entire world. And then one fateful day, she meets Roman Williams. He’s a genius with a six pack and eyes she swears can see into her very soul. Roman doesn’t belong in her world, but he’s not going away without a fight.

Born to Be My Baby – GM Scherbert

Katarina Orlovis is a hard ass. Armed with a tattoo gun and a dark past, she holds most people at arm’s length. As a single mother and a business owner, she doesn’t have time for relationships or men, but when a dark and dominant stranger walks into her shop, Katarina is intrigued. He tempts her in a way that has her questioning everything. But could she really go to her knees for him? She’s not sure she can ever give that much of herself to anyone again. Too bad he’s not taking no for an answer.






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Thursday, June 21, 2018

#ReleaseBlitz: Wicked Games by L.A. Cotton; #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Live, #Review, #Giveaway


The fourth book in the bestselling YA/NA crossover series from L A Cotton is LIVE!!!

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WICKED GAMES 
(Wicked Bay #4)
BY L A COTTON
Rating:  4 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from 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".

BLURB

 All Maverick Prince ever wanted was to play basketball in college. So starting for the Steinbeck Scorpions should be a dream come true. But not everyone wants to see him succeed. Just because you’re on the same team, doesn’t mean you play by the same rules. 

Lo Stone thought her life was finally on an even keel. As if being a senior and having to think about her future isn’t bad enough, she’s a stranger in her own house. And the longer she goes without seeing Maverick, the harder it is to ignore the little voice of doubt whispering in her ear. 

They thought the games were over, but the war is only just beginning... 


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My Thoughts:

Maverick “Rick” Prince is getting settled into school life.  Eloise “Lo” Stone is having doubts that are very evident but is she just imagining things or just a feeling of things to come.  Lo’s life seems so complicated.  But at the core of this story, she’s still a young woman having to deal with a lot of what may seem to be adult problems.  She’s had so much disappointment in her life that it’s like she comes to expect it.

Maverick shows what a lot of young men go through when they leave home and go off to college.  It makes me think of some of the pieces about fraternities that have been in the news lately.  You also have to think about what that does for a high school sweetheart’s relationship when there’s a split.  This is why I feel that this latest story in the Wicked Bay series is more new adult than young adult.  I wouldn’t want a young person getting the impression that this is the type of behavior that goes on at all colleges.  It would be a good teaching moment but if you let your young adult child read the book.  Maybe you should read the book first because you will also have to decide how you feel about them reading the more romantic moments.

Even though there’s a lot going on with Maverick, I felt this was more about Lo.  Maybe it’s because I could connect with her character a lot more.  I was lucky enough not to het hazed while at school so I can’t say I know what Rick’s going through.  It’s a story that seems very realistic even though it is a work of fiction.  After all the ups and downs that the author gives her main characters she was very nice by making them happy at the end.  She then makes her readers happy by letting them know there’s a book five. 



EXCERPT:


“Maverick?” I gasped
at the sight of my boyfriend leaning against the hood of his car. “What are
you—”

He stalked toward me,
buried his hands in my hair, and kissed me. Deep and slow and full of unspoken
promises. Our tongues tangled together as he guided me against the side of his
car, pressing into me, showing me just how much he’d missed me.

“Maverick,” I
murmured, curling my hands into his t-shirt.

“Fuck, I’ve missed
you,” he breathed between kisses.

When he finally pulled
away and stared down at me with those intense eyes of his, my mind cleared.
“Why are you here?” I arched a brow. I wanted to believe it was because he
missed me and just had to see me but there was something glittering his eyes.

“I missed you,” he repeated.

“Maverick...”

His walls slammed up
and he narrowed his eyes. I let out a heavy sigh, able to see straight through
him. “Kyle told you, didn’t he?” 

“It should have come
from you.”  He gave me a pointed look that I felt all the way down to the
pit of my stomach.

“That’s not fair.” I
stepped back, running a hand through my hair. “I called last night to tell you
and you were—”

“Shit, I know.” He
tilted his face skyward and let out a long sigh. “This, me being away, it’s
harder than I thought it would be.” When his eyes met mine again, my shoulders relaxed,
the annoyance ebbing away. 

“I know. We both just
need to give it time.” I slid my fingers through his belt loops, pulling us
together. “And we both need to relax a little. I can’t freak out every time you
go to a party and you can’t freak out that I’m working here.” 

He stiffened but I
yanked harder. “Maverick.”

“I won’t pretend to
like it, because I don’t.” His dark gaze flicked behind us to Hitters. “But I
trust you, Lo, and I know you need this.”

“Thank you.” I leaned
up pressing a kiss to his jaw, but Maverick dipped his head, capturing my lips
in a breath-taking kiss. 

“Maybe we should take
this somewhere else,” I whispered. “Unless you have to get back to SU?”

“I don’t need to be
back until morning. You have me all night.” His voice was thick with need, and
it softened something inside of me.

“Perfect. I’ll text my
dad and let him know we’ll be at the pool house.” 

His eyes danced with
desire as he kissed me again and then opened the door for me. I slid inside and
waited for him. There was so much I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to ruin the
moment either. So I sat quietly while he drove us back to his house. 

“I can’t believe
you’re here,” I said as he pulled into the drive away and cut the engine. 

“I wanted to see you.”

“Wanted to or needed to?”

“Both, I guess,” he
admitted, reaching over and sliding his fingers into mine. “I’m not going to
lie to you, Lo, I was pissed when Kyle told me about Hitters. But mostly, I was
pissed it came from him and not you.”

“Maverick, I— you’re
right. I should have told you. I should have made you listen. But Gus is good
people. And Sarah and Liam seem really nice. And it means I don’t have to be
there so much.”

His expression
softened. Maverick didn’t need me to spell it out for him, he knew how hard
things had been since Stella and Bethany had moved in a little over a week ago.
“Come on, let’s go inside. We’ve missed you.”

“We?” I asked as I
climbed out of the car. Maverick smirked, holding out his hand for me.

“Yeah, me and him.” He
dropped his eyes to his crotch and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh my god, you’re turning into Kyle.”

“I thought you dug
that cocky humor he has going for him?”

“Gross.” I smacked his
arm. “That’s my cousin you’re taking about.”

“When you say it like
that...” Maverick grimaced and pulled me into the yard. The Stone-Prince house
had become my second home over the summer. Which was weird since I once hated
the place and everything it stood for. But now I kind of loved it. Not to
mention the fact it housed three of my favourite people. 

“Should we go inside
and say hello?” I flicked my head to the main house, but Maverick was already
pulling me toward the pool house. 

“We can say hello later or in the morning.”

I couldn’t hide my
smile at that. Even if it was only a flying visit, Maverick was home and didn’t
want to waste a single second of it.


 ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Edgy. Angsty. Addictive Romance.

Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.


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ACQUAINTED
by London Miller
Publication Date: June 18, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Organized Crime, Romance
Rating:  4.5 Stars

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from IndieSage 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".


SYNOPSIS:


They met under summer showers …
Vera Markovic only wanted a vacation away from New York where everyone knows her as a Russian Mafiya printsessa of the Markovic Bratva. She didn’t expect to find something worth remembering. And definitely not a man like Alfie Shelby.
They fell in love when the leaves changed colors …
As New York City’s notorious fixer, Alfie Shelby always gets what he wants—and when he sets his eyes on Vera, he’ll do anything to keep her … even if she’s not sure she wants to be kept.
And they nearly lost it all when the snow started to fall …
She wants nothing to do with a gangster.
A life of crime is all he knows.
But neither can deny what they have, even when forces beyond their control try to keep them apart.

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My Thoughts:

Vera Markovic has me questioning whether I would be brave enough to go on vacation by myself.  But after seeing her outcome it may be worth it.  She doesn’t come right out and tell us but I got a sense of weariness.  Alfie Shelby doesn’t mind getting physical when doing his job.  Once he meets Vera he likes to take a poke at the walls that Vera has put up.  She seems a little conflicted – I think she just needs the right person.

Alfie grabbed Vera’s attention and he grabbed mine as well.  He’s a cocky bad boy who wants to tempt a certain woman.  We have a woman who wants to do the right thing but temptation keeps getting put in her way.  They certainly create a lot of steamy chemistry. Our secondary characters are family members.  Her family belongs to a Bratva but that part of her life doesn’t overtake their story.  So if you love the Mafia romances than I would certainly give this book a look or two. 

It’s a story of wills and it will be interesting to see who’s going to win the war.  Who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?  As I’m preparing this review I found out something very interesting.  This story came from the Seasons of Betrayal series.  Now that I know this, I feel like I’ve missed something.  I want to get to know more about the Markovic family so I know what I need to do at some point.  Than I can come back and read this book again. 



Excerpt:

Trying to do anything to her hair that wasn't throwing it up into a messy, but stylish bun was out of the question. The humidity already had strands sticking to the back of her neck, and had she actually bothered with curling it, Vera was sure they would have fallen by now.
Not that it mattered much. She was supposed to be here on vacation—a time for her to relax and enjoy herself without care of anything else.
Which was why, despite the allure of a new project calling her name, she had left her villa and walked over to the bar where more than a dozen people already littered the floor and drinks were being passed all around.
After a minute of careful shuffling and quiet apologies, she made it to the bar, waiting until the bartender looked in her direction before she lifted her hand to signal she was ready to order.
A woman wearing a sheer dress that showed more than it covered stumbled off her stool, her date quickly moving after her. Glancing in their direction to make sure they weren't returning, Vera claimed one of the empty seats.
Nearly to the second she sat, a figure moved from her peripheral and sat across from her, his smile wide and his eyes a little feverish.
Already drunk, if she had to guess.
The worst kind of men in a bar.
"You've got a great pair of legs on you," he said with obvious approval as he blatantly looked down at her legs and lingered there.
Even if she had ignored the fact that she could smell the liquor on him, he wasn't helping his case by being utterly clueless.
Ne trat’te svoye vremyaDon't even waste your time," she told him in Russian, hoping he would get the hint and just move away, but it was clear her not speaking English didn't mean a thing to him.
If anything, his smile grew a little wider.
"You," he said a little louder, stressing the word, as if if he spoke louder, she would understand him better. "have nice—" then he pointed at her legs.
Vera rolled her eyes and turned in her seat, electing to ignore him. Hoping that if she pretended he didn't exist for long enough, then he would just go away.
The bartender finally reached her, a customary smile curling his lips. "What can I get you?" he asked.
"Sex on the beach," she answered, not bothering to even look at her unwelcome guest as his brow furrowed at her speaking English.
Idiot.
It was another few minutes of him stumbling over his words and blatantly eyeing her before she finally had her drink in hand and she could at least have this going for her if she would have to suffer through him not having a clue.
Her gaze moved around the bar, over the dancing couples of the floor, people seated at tables and enjoying food, but in her casual observance, that's when she noticed him.
Even in the sea of people all around, it was impossible not to notice him. He stood out amongst the vacationers wearing khaki shorts and bikinis, already three sheets to the wind. Instead, he was in a pair of dark wash jeans, tailored to his muscular thighs, and a plain white T-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles beneath it.
His attire might have been casual, but there was nothing about the man that seemed remotely casual at all.
And he was watching her.
She had thought, as she lifted her drink, tucking the straw between her lips, that he would look away once he noticed her attention on him. That he would be embarrassed to be caught staring as most men were, but he didn't blink, or avert his gaze. A corner of his mouth tugged up into a slight, but arrogant smile.
He wanted her to know she had his attention.
Vera found herself smiling despite herself.
There were usually two type of men that wanted her attention. Businessmen who wanted her to heed to them—for her to be a pet of some sort. Smile when she was spoken to and be glorified arm candy.
Then there were the thrill seekers who thought that because her last name was Markovic that they would earn themselves some sort of prestige.
She doubted very much this man was the second considering he couldn't possibly know who she was or even where she was from—and she was sure he wasn't a part of her father's organization because he was just a little too scruffy—but if he was the first ... he would learn all too quickly that she wasn't any man's pet.
The man he was seated with, with sandy blond hair that was styled in that way that seemed to be in at the moment, was still speaking to him, but realized all too quickly that he no longer had the man's attention. A fact that was solidified when he stood and threw back his drink before he left the private area where they were sitting to walk over to her.
She had every opportunity to get up and leave if she wanted to. But as he crossed the floor, people moving out of his way without him having to utter a single word, she remained where she sat, curiosity thrumming through her.
Vera couldn't remember the last time she felt a thrill quite like this—and before he had even spoken a word to her. But there was just something about him that commanded attention.
The way he seemed to own the room. How broad his shoulders were. The unruly beard that she was now wondering how it would feel.
Lust, she thought a moment later. This was what lust at first sight felt like.
She counted down the seconds as his long-legged stride ate up the distance between them until he was suddenly there, right beside her, and she could smell the woodsy aroma of the cologne he wore that only added to his appeal.
"Is he bothering you, luv?" he asked, with a cant of his head in the direction of the man who hadn't known how to take no for an answer.
That accent—rough around the edges, lilting around the L's. That would have been enough for her to entertain him for more than a few minutes, but that, as well as the rest of him ... he had her full attention.
"Listen, man—"
"Why don't you fuck on off, yeah?" her stranger—her stranger?—said, hardly looking away from her. As though she were the only one worthy of his attention.
"Who the hell do you—" the man started, but hesitated when he got to his feet and realized just who he was up against.
He might have been tall, was even lean a bit, but he had nothing on her stranger. The man had a solid fifty pounds on him, if not more, and there was a hardness to him that said he really didn't want to pick a fight with him.
Whatever he thought to say, he swallowed it back down and quickly made his exit without looking at either of them.
A smile fought its way onto her face. "I could have taken care of him, you know."
"Oh, that wasn't for you, luv," he said as he took the man's vacated seat. "That was entirely for me. I wanted your attention and now I have it."
He'd had her attention long before now, but she didn't bother telling him that. "And you are?"
He extended his hand in her direction, wrapping his much bigger one around hers, then closing tight. She didn't think her hand had ever felt more smaller than it did now. "Alfie Shelby."
Alfie.
How ridiculous that she even liked his name. "Vera Markovic."
His expression didn't change when she said her name, merely kept that same casual interest that had been there since he was across the room. That managed to make her relax further. He didn't know who she was, or where she had come from.
She liked it that way.
"It's a pleasure, Vera," he said as he lifted her hand and briefly kissed the back of her knuckles.
It was such a contradiction—the hard man on the exterior compared to the gentleman like qualities he possessed. She couldn't say she didn't like it.
"Are you here alone?" he asked a second later.
"Smart girls know not to answer that," she answered with another sip of her drink, gently extracting her hand. Curious or not, gorgeous or not, she wasn't a fool. And she knew all too well the kinds of men that were in the world.
If he was offended, Alfie didn't show it. Instead, his smile grew a touch. "Fair enough."
His gaze left her for a moment as he signaled for the bartender who, despite already serving one customer, came right over. It made her wonder just who he was.
As he ordered—a rum and coke for himself, another of whatever she was drinking—Vera looked him over. It was second nature to look for tattoos that symbolized a life of crime. She could read any of them as well as any man in her father's organization.
It had become common practice for her when she realized her father had men trail her on occasion.
But beyond a British flag that was tattooed over his heart, she didn't see anything that would tie him back to her father, or any family that she knew of.
Another point in his favor.
As the bartender scurried away to fulfill their drink order, Alfie looked at her again. "D'you want to go out with me?"
Her brows shot up in surprise. "You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Not when I know what I want," he returned easily.
Confidently.
But she couldn't say she minded.
"Okay," she answered before she could talk herself out of it.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I'm free tomorrow."
"Six tomorrow then, luv?"
"I'm in twenty-six."
He nodded once and moved back to his feet just as the bartender was setting their drinks on the bar between them.
She expected him to walk away, not that he had her affirmation, but he stepped closer to her, making her look up at him, but Alfie merely leaned in close enough to press his lips against her jaw then said, "Sweet dreams, Vera," before he was grabbing his drink and walking back to his booth.
Vera wasn't often intrigued by men enough to agree to a date within five minutes of learning their name, but Alfie ... she was almost sure he would be impossible to say no to.

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ABOUT LONDON MILLER:



With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.
She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.


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