Thursday, October 30, 2014

Release Day Blitz, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ✩Play With Me✩ by @lisareneejones

Play With Me (Stand-Alone Novella)
RELEASE DATE: October 28th

The warmth of Thanksgiving gives a dedicated reporter and a powerful businessman a chance to count their blessings in this tender, sensual novella from Lisa Renee Jones.

Kali Miller has spent three years reporting fluff stories for a small-town Texas paper, waiting for the opportunity to pen the article that will launch her career to new heights. That dream has never felt further away when she suddenly finds herself out of work, forced to take a job as an executive secretary at a Las Vegas casino. But that’s exactly where Kali meets the subject of what will surely be a shocking exposé: her boss, Damion Ward, the casino’s arrogant and undeniably sexy CEO.

Watching Damion make his cold, calculating business maneuvers, Kali is positive she’s doing the right thing. But after Damion invites her to help him plan a Thanksgiving charity event, Kali begins to see another side of the man. And when she surrenders to the exhilarating tension that’s been simmering between them since day one, Kali becomes part of her own story, which she hopes will have a happy ending.
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Lisa Renee Jones Play with Me Copyright 2014

“We need to talk,” he says, as if this is a casual event requiring nothing more than a chat, as if I’m not being treated like a felon.

“Talk?” I demand, all the emotions of hours of confinement rising up in me to near bursting. “We needed to talk seven hours ago. Now? Now we don’t need to talk.”

He steps forward, crowding me, forcing me to give him space or let him become a part of mine. I have a rare violent urge to shove him, but I retreat into the room instead. He steps closer and kicks the door shut behind him, and damn him, that delicious scent of him tickles my nose, and the teasing eruption of sensations in my body only serves to make me more angry. I don’t want to feel the way he makes me feel. I don’t want him to be the one man who sparks something in me that no one else does.

“I couldn’t call,” he has the audacity to say. “Just like I couldn’t tell you I knew we had a security breach when you told me what the computer was doing in my office.”

“So you knew what was happening and didn’t tell me?”

“There’s a procedure to—”

“I don’t give a damn about procedures, Mr. CEO, especially from the one who sets the rules I’ve suffered with.” The edginess in me results in me poking my finger at his chest, heat dashing up my arm. “Just tell me one thing. Am I free to leave?”

He looks down at my finger and then his gaze lifts, but there is no anger in his face. There is something else, something I can’t identify. “I got you cleared, but—”

Relief is instant, and I cut him off. “That’s all the talking you need to do.” I try to turn away, intending to gather my things, but he shackles my wrist, more heat ripping up my arm and over my chest.

“Let go,” I snarl, hating a man I barely know who has put me through hell. It’s like I’m a masochist. Why else would I be drawn to yet another powerful asshole?

His lips thin, and I wish I didn’t notice how sensual and perfect they are. “We have to talk.”

“No,” I assure him. “We do not.”

“We’re going to talk.”

“You aren’t my boss anymore, which translates to the end of all conversation.”

His eyes glint hard steel. “What does that mean, I’m not your boss anymore?”

“I quit. Find someone else to treat like crap.”

“I had no choice—”

“There’s always a choice. I just want out of here.”

“You’ll regret this later.”

“I’ll take that risk.”

“You’ve had a rough twenty-four hours, Ms. Miller. You aren’t thinking straight.”

I all but growl at him. “Let me guess. I’m a woman and my emotions must be controlling me.”

“Because you’re human.”

“Why do you even care if I stay?” I demand, and I don’t know how or why, but the air around us shifts and thickens.

“Because I do.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you.”

I swallow hard. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know every piece of my DNA after seven hours of being trapped here. Goal achieved.”

“Ms. Miller—”

“Stop with the Ms. Miller. I’m not your damn employee anymore. Let go of me.”

He doesn’t let go. His gaze flickers to my mouth, then lifts. “I won’t let you quit.”

“Call Natalie. I’m sure she’ll come back.”

He tugs me close, his hard body aligned with mine, and I can barely breathe. “What do you know of Ms. Duncan?”

“If you mean Natalie, she was in HR when I was.”

“There were circumstances.”

“Yeah. I get that. Believe me, I get it.”

“No. You don’t. She has nothing to do with you or us.”

Us? What does he mean, us? And why is my hand on his chest? Why can’t I move it? “I’m done. Let me go.”

“You won’t change your mind about quitting?”


His fingers tangle into my hair, dragging me closer. “Then why would I let you go?”

Both of my hands have now found the wall of his chest, and I intend to push him away, but I just . . . don’t. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? Finding out if you taste as good as I think you do.” And then his lips are on mine, his tongue licking seductively into my mouth, sending erotic sensations spiraling through my body. I tell myself this is insanity. To push away. We barely know each other. I don’t even like him. Except I know it’s a lie. I know that in the short time we’ve known each other, every shared moment, every mutual look, every touch and tangled word exchange, has been leading to this.

Another lick of his tongue and I am unable to hold back a moan or the desperate need to be closer to him. I arch forward, desperate to feel him against me. Desperate to have him naked and touching me. Me touching him. Desperate to be naked and have him inside me. He is a drug, a wicked, wonderful drug that will finally be the end of my sanity if I allow him to be.

That idea sends a burst of panic and adrenaline through me, and I shove at his chest. “Stop. We can’t.”

His mouth leaves mine, and I am one part relief, one part painful need to pull him back. “Why?” he demands, and his voice is rough, affected.

“You’re my boss.”

“You quit.”

“Right. Which means I leave now.”

“You want to leave?”

No. “Yes.”

His eyes darken to deep pools of green fire and stormy torment, telling me he knows this is a mistake. He knows. I know. Why are we still here? “Tell me you really mean that and I’ll let you go,” he vows. “But just know this: If you stay, I absolutely will fuck you senseless and then do it again.”

“I . . . you . . . we can’t . . .”

“We can. I’m going to kiss you now, Kali.”

“Kali?” I whisper, unbelievably aroused by my name on his lips.

“Yes. Kali.” And then he is kissing me, his tongue caressing into my mouth, seeming to touch every intimate part of my body, stroking deep, and burning through me. Sensations roll through me, teasing my senses, torturing me with how much I want him and how wrong I know this is. But then his hand caresses my backside, pulling me closer, hard against his hips, his thick erection pressed to my belly, and I can’t remember why exactly it’s wrong. I am lost. Lost in him. Lost in what I feel, and I don’t want to let anything else in. Not the past. Not the last few hours. I don’t care anymore.

I wrap my arms around his neck, crushing my breasts to his chest, and gasp as he tears his mouth from mine. Then he is staring at me, searching my face for something I don’t understand. And I don’t know what he sees, or what he finds, but his eyes soften, and he strokes the hair from my face. “I was right. One kiss isn’t even close to enough.” His mouth comes down on mine again, and my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him, willing him not to stop. This time the kiss is deeper, a dark demand that I answer willingly, eagerly, my tongue stroking against his.

Suddenly his fingers wrap my waist and he lifts me, setting me down on the wooden dining room table, spreading my legs to step between them.

“What are you doing?”

He reaches up and tugs on the front zipper of my dress. “Undressing you.”

A moment of clarity comes to me, and I grab his hand. “You need to know this changes nothing. I’m still furious about today. I don’t even know if I like you.”

“But you want me. That’s a start.”

He tugs on my zipper and I don’t stop him, my hands going to the table, trying to stabilize myself, though I’m not sure that is possible. This man is shoving my bra down and ravishing my breasts with a hot inspection that makes my sex clench and my thighs ache.

“I . . .” I pant, and forget what I was going to say. He’s cupping my breasts, pressing them together, and stroking my nipples with his thumbs.

“You what?”

“I don’t know.”

He nudges me backward. “Let me try to figure it out,” he offers, lowering his head, his dark hair tickling my chin, his tongue flicking against my nipple, sending darts of pleasure through me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting for sanity, but his mouth closes down over one of my nipples, sucking deeply, and I am arching my back, offering myself to him. Silently begging him for more. It’s just been so long, I tell myself. So very long since someone touched me like this. So long since I felt like a woman. This isn’t me radiating toward men who like to hurt me. This isn’t me torturing myself. It’s him torturing me in all the right ways.

My hands go to his hair, but he slips away, going down on a knee and caressing my dress up my thighs. “Now I’m going to officially apologize for what happened today,” he vows

Additional Release
RELEASE DATE: October 28th
Life is hard. Life leaves you beaten, broken...alone. Then one day, a stranger touches your hand and you feel something intense, unforgettable, but yet, you want to forget. You need to forget. It’s safer than believing in things you’ve decided don’t exist. You know all about shattered promises and lost hope. You know them so much better than you know this excited, warm, wonderful feeling, and it scares you. He scares you, but he also makes you feel alive again. He makes you realize you haven’t really been living. You’re surviving and you fear he’s the one who’ll make you forget how to keep doing it. But what if he’s the one who changes everything?

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

Watch the video on casting for the INSIDE TV Show HERE

Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at on her website and she is active on twitter and facebook daily.

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ARC Review: ✩Rellik✩ by @TeresaMummert

Rellik Bentley is to die for.

He can have any woman he wants and they will do anything to be with him. He uses and abuses them like drugs and tosses them out with the trash. The only thing he gives a f*ck about is his music. That is, until Ella Lighten walks into his life and stumbles upon one of his darkest secrets. In the midst of doing damage control, he begins to obsess over the mysterious woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
Rellik won’t take no for an answer.
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4 Stars
The thing about sins is they don't have to be your own to haunt you.
Did you read the book blurb? Did you get anything from it? No? Good! Because you won't get much out of my review either. Though I do have to say that I had thought the book was not quite what the blurb hinted at...and not in a bad way.

If you like your books gritty, dark, and erotic, say hello to a series that you will obsess over. Or at least I'm hoping it will be a series, because if Teresa Mummert doesn't give the rest of these boys a book, I just may cut a bitch.

Does the mirror lie, as you hold my hand?
Or do my secrets hide, conceal the man?
Because I can't give you what you need.
My hands are dirty, baby, you're so clean.
Falling for the wrong was your mistake.
Giving me your heart for me to break.
Rellik Bentley is fucked up. A past that haunts him to this very day, he's not looking to be saved. He knows there's no saving him. His soul is too black already.

Women do nothing for him except assuage a random urge. He's not looking to give any of what he takes back, because he's not looking for them to come back or stick around. Besides being in a fairly successful band doesn't exactly leave him hurting for willing women...until the one woman that wants nothing to do with him.
Ella Lighten is hiding something. She's also searching for something. Something that may put the demons from her past to rest. There's just one problem, the man that she's trying her damnedest to fight her attraction to, just may hold the key to all the answers she seeks. It's not long before an unwilling attraction begins to turn into something much more and to burn much hotter...
His eyes met mine, challenging me. I didn't fight against him. The control was his to have as long as he didn't stop.
It took me a while to click all the puzzle pieces together, and when I did? Holy fucking shit. What a twisted web the author weaved. A fucked up and gritty as hell web. I have to admit that there were a few things that I found a little confusing about Elle and Rellik's relationship in the beginning. At least the way it came together. I particularly had a tough time understanding (highlight to view spoiler)[how she could ask him to do what she did when she knew practically nothing about him. Or how he agreed considering he didn't know that much more.] (end spoiler)However, taking into consideration how fucked up both of these characters were, perhaps there really didn't need to be a logical reason. There was nothing simple or logical about either of their pasts, so I suppose it's fitting.
It was a slow-motion car crash that I had no way of surviving. I would take her down with me, and she would willingly go. Something broken inside of both of us fit together, the jagged pieces piercing into the armor we wore against the world.

At the end of the day, I could sit here and try to pick apart this and that, but the bottom line is it didn't matter to me at all whether anything made exact sense. I was completely and utterly sucked into the story from the very first page and it kept me turning the pages almost obsessively waiting to see what happens. Even now, days after finishing it I find myself thinking about it. So that deserves 4 stars for that alone.
Some people are born this way unable to control the urge. I was created. I became this on purpose. And it all led to you. Don't you see that? You're the butterfly. You flapped your wings, and the entire universe set us into motion. It was an unstoppable force.
Rellik and Ella, as fucked up as they were apart, somehow made perfect sense together. Both of them were broken in their own way. Though I imagined Rellik's history being a tad different going by the blurb. If you had asked me in the first half, I'd tell you he was nothing like the blurb implied. But holy shit did that change in the second half. Ella, although fighting demons of her own was still a very strong heroine, all things considered. She wasn't one of those woe-is-me type of women, which just made it that much better for me.

Bottom line is if you love your books gritty as fuck with a darker undercurrent and a whole lot of sexy, Rellik is definitely a book you want to read.

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ARC Review: ✩Nocte✩ by @Court_Writes


My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m one half of a whole.
My other half-- my twin brother, my Finn-- is crazy.

I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me.

I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I’m drowning more and more each day. So I reach out for a lifeline.

Dare DuBray.

He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me, break me, love me and hate me.

He has the power to destroy me.

Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and love Dare without everyone getting hurt.

Why? Because of a secret.

A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never see it coming.

You won’t either.


Dear Reader,

I once considered not writing this story. It was too dark, too twisted, too much, too, too, too.
Obviously, I changed my mind. But I re-wrote in four different ways first, trying to make it different, more easily palatable, softer.

It didn’t work.

So I went back to my original idea, the idea that I loved. The idea that I dreamed about and lived and breathed until it was done the way I wanted it, the way it has to be.

I know you’re capable of reading it. I know you’re capable of putting yourselves back together again when it’s all over. I have faith in you.

Is this story dark?

It is twisted?
At times.

Will it slap you in the face?

Will it have you flipping the pages, trying to figure it out, trying to get to the climax, trying to breathe?
God, I hope so.

I wrote this story the way it needed to be written. I couldn’t sugarcoat it. I couldn’t water it down. It is this way because the story demands it.

I’m not sorry.
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4.5 Twisted Stars

By night, I am free.
No one hears my monster but me.
My freedom is fragile, though,
Because every morning
The night is broken
by the sun
It's a good way to die.
Well...hell...I'm a little speechless here. See here's the thing, I don't read YA. Ever. Or at least I don't make it a point to since it's not my preferred genre. But then I saw Courtney Cole was coming out with this book, and I didn't even think twice before adding. I added it before it even had a blurb, just a note from the author. I didn't care if it was YA. I HAD to read this. I just had to. And now I did, and you know what?
Yeah. I'm still freaking speechless.

Here's what I can tell you about this book
Because even the most minor of details can be the most major of spoilers. The book is that cleverly woven together and twisted.

What I can tell you is that I was sucked into the story just from the very first page. I read it in pretty much one sitting, practically salivating for this BIG secret to be revealed.

At times I thought I knew where everything was heading, and then the author would throw me for another loop. My head was spinning by the time I finished.
The quiet between us is loaded and charged and I don't know why. I don't know why I feel like I'm standing on a precipice and if I make one move, I'll fall.
This book just further proved the absolute genius that is Courtney Cole's writing. And then that revelation at the end? Holy HOLY shit! I was stunned stupid. I never saw it coming in a million years. I had a feeling about a small part of it but nowhere close to how closely tied together everything was.

I feel it fair to mention that this is not a standalone but a trilogy. And the cliffhanger is there, and it's one that will leave you with a bigger question than the answer that was revealed. It will leave you begging and crying for the next book. But that is all you'll get from me. Do NOT read any reviews before reading this. This is a book that you must go into absolutely blind. Trust me. Now go on and read it so I have someone to bitch and moan to in my wait for my next

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Release Day Blitz, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ✩The Hart Family✩ by @authorellafox

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Broken Hart excerpt

Raising my eyes to him, I checked to see if he was noticing what was happening, only to find his eyes blazing back into mine. The look he gave me was pure combustible heat, and it left me with absolutely no doubt that he felt whatever was happening too.

He shook his head as though he was trying to clear it, and returned to massaging as I closed my eyes and tried to process what the hell was happening—and my reaction to it. When he rubbed the arch of my foot again, I couldn’t help it, and I moaned. My eyes snapped open, and I prayed that maybe he hadn’t heard me.

His hand slid from the arch of my foot up to my left ankle as his other hand gripped my right ankle. Using my ankles as leverage, he jerked me toward him. I wasn’t dumb and I knew what that meant. Clearly, he had heard me. I was trying to process all of that as he bent forward and kissed first one knee, then the other.

I took a shocked breath and my jaw dropped as I stared at the top of his head. Raising his eyes to mine, Dante asked, “Rina. I want this. Do you?”

The line was shockingly easy to cross.

Looking him straight in the eye I answered honestly and without hesitation. “Yes. God, yes.”

Loving Hart excerpt

He looked gorgeous, as always, and I struggled to remember to breathe for a minute. He works out like a mad man, and his body is to die for. After giving me a kiss and a hug, Spence escorted me into his living room. Taking a spot on his couch, I smiled when he took the seat at the other end.

“What’s up angel? What do you need?”

I’d already decided not to beat around the bush, so I dove right in. “Don't flip out. I’m here because I need to kiss you again, and I want you to give me my first orgasm. It's time.”

I paused when he gasped, and I could see that he was going to argue with me. “Shush Spence. Listen to me before you say no.”

He nodded tersely, so at least I knew he was listening.

“I'm a virgin, and we both know I'm saving it for you."

The look on his face was a mixture of shock, discomfort and arousal. "Jesus, Delilah, shoot straight much? That's… I mean… I don't know what the fuck to even say."

"You can cut the crap and admit that you've known all along that I was waiting for you. I don't mind waiting, not that I'm going to sit on my ass forever, but before I start taking care of my needs myself, I want you to get me there. I want all my firsts to happen with you."

"Oh, fuck. I don't even…"

Holding up my hand, I told him to hush. "You can run from everyone else Spencer Cross, but you'll never be able to run from me. I know you want this and you've wanted it for a long time. You’ve been waiting for me to come to you again. Well, here I am. Someday, you'll have all of me. Until you're ready to take that step, I'm asking you to give me this."

I saw the exact moment that he accepted what I’d said as being true, and I knew he was going to do it. His eyes were like a firestorm when he looked at me. "If this is what you really want angel, then yes. You’re right. I want to give it to you. Tell me how you want me to do this."

Standing, I took his hand in mine as I started walking toward his bedroom. I walked fast, letting go of his hands when we got in so that I could throw myself on his bed. After enjoying a little bounce, I propped myself on my elbow and stared at him as he stood over the bed.

"You can start by kissing me. How it goes from there is up to you."

Missing Hart excerpt

Turning on my heel I ran for the door, desperate to be away from him. I swung it open at the same moment he reached a hand out and slammed it. Pivoting, I glared up at him. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t let go of the past and I’m done being your fucking punching bag. What do you want?”

Pushing me roughly against the door he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me against him.

“You! Goddammit, I fucking want you.”

We met each other halfway, mouths smashing against each other in a kiss so intense that it was painful. My body went up in flames, the blood in my veins flowing hot for him. Our hands collided as we started ripping at each other’s clothes. He bunched my skirt up to my waist and tore my panties off as I struggled to get his jeans open. Finally I succeeded, reaching in and pulling his massively swollen erection out of his jeans and positioning it right at my center, marveling out how wet I was as I drenched his swollen head with my arousal.

With one hard thrust, he was in so deep that it hurt. After not being penetrated for four years, he filled me to capacity and then some. I screamed out in ecstasy and clawed at his shirt as his hips pumped into me at warp speed. My back was banging against the door with every punishing thrust and I didn’t care. I felt him in every part of my body as he pounded in and out, our mouths smashed together as we kissed like two maniacs. We were a mess of teeth and tongue, the pain turning immediately into pleasure.

Ella Fox writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance! She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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