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Monday, September 25, 2017

Release Week Blitz: Excerpt of Too Beautiful to Break by Tessa Bailey


Author: Tessa Bailey
Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #4
On Sale: September 26, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD

A love of a lifetime . . .

Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family's epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there's no way she can go there---not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.

Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont's heart is hers, has always been hers. He knows she's hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy---saving her from her past could cost him everything.

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Enjoy this excerpt!

“You don’t have to leave right away,” Sage said when Belmont turned, watching her from beneath his eyebrows. “Can you wait here while I take a quick shower?”
Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. His big back heaved and the touch of his tongue in her mouth came crashing in like a behemoth wave. They had crossed an unspoken boundary on the train platform. There was no going back to before, to when they stopped at rough, crushing embraces. As if that hadn’t been…more than sexual somehow.
“Yes, I’ll wait,” he said, his voice sounding like serrated metal. “I can light the fire for you.”
I’ll say. God, why did everything sound like an innuendo now? If her body weren’t flush and sweating beneath the jumpsuit, she would have laughed about it. But there was nothing funny about having Belmont looming mere yards away, looking like one word of encouragement would snap his chain and send him barreling toward her. “That would be perfect. I’ll just be…a few minutes.”
Sage all but dove into the itty-bitty bathroom, pressing her back up against the door and willing her racing heart to calm down. Why had she asked him to stay? Her resolve would weaken with every passing second. Biting down on her lower lip, she began the excruciating task of lowering the zipper of her jumpsuit, which kicked up a protest in her triceps and shoulder muscles. When she finally got it down, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and attempted to lift it over her head.
Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. They flat out wouldn’t rise any higher than her ribs, leaving the T-shirt suspended in midair. Her muscles burned like someone had doused them in lighter fluid and held them above a flame. Sage’s agony must have escaped in the form of a whimper, because Belmont’s boots scraped just outside the door. And her stomach hollowed with awareness, lightning racing all over her skin.
“Sage.” His voice was deep, urgent. “Do you need help?”
No. Say no. She’d only gotten finished reminding him she didn’t need him. But in this case, it would be a lie and she’d done so much of that lately. With Belmont. The most truthful person she knew. “I can’t get my shirt off.” Her nose started to ache, the tip probably turning red. “My arms hurt.”
His growl was short and broken. A beat passed before the door opened and she felt Belmont filling the doorway behind her. She flicked a glance up to the ancient mirror and confirmed what she’d seen in her mind’s eyes. Belmont towering over her like an avenging angel, outlined by candlelight. He’d taken off his coat, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt, which he’d rolled up to the elbows. Every inch of visible skin was shot through with strained cords of muscle, as if his frustration were written on him like a road map.
Sage still had the shirt halfway lifted, so her lower back was visible. Not a big deal to most people. But Belmont had never seen anything below her neck. Or above her knees. With the jumpsuit peeled halfway down, the band of her underwear might even be peeking out.
Breathing grew difficult as Belmont took one step closer and took hold of the T-shirt, his knuckles grazing the small of her back. “You’re wearing”—his breath ghosted down her neck—“my shirt.”
Sage only realized she’d closed her eyes when they popped open. Oh God. In the shock of Belmont arriving, she’d forgotten. “I am?” Her mouth was parched. “L-look at that.”
“I am looking.” She jumped when Belmont reached over her shoulder with his left hand and turned on the shower, the sound of spray filling the room. Then the roughness of his knuckles returned, sliding up her spine along with the shirt. “I like knowing there was a layer of me standing between you and the earth.”
Her legs took on the consistency of Jell-O. His touch was a drug, making her languid, although it was different than the way he usually touched her. There was sex this time. So much of it. And it was that major difference that allowed Sage to accept the skimming of his fingers. Accept the part of herself that lusted. They were in a dark room and time had surely suspended anywhere outside this little plot of square footage. Words ached to leave her mouth, words that wouldn’t be suitable in the sunlight. This man, so warm and brave and large at her back, knew things about her no one else did. What was one more secret? “I stole it out of your suitcase. I broke a commandment and everything.”
“Why?” He breathed into her hair, sinking heat like an anchor in her belly. The shirt came off, her arms dropped to her sides, and she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up. Inches from Belmont. “Why, sweetest girl?”
A light steam had begun curling in the air like beckoning fingers. Maybe this is a dream. It felt like one of the fevered fantasies she woke from on occasion, sweat slicking her breasts and neck. “Because I like the way you smell and it hadn’t been washed.”
His exhale was gravelly. “Sage.
“Yes.”
She thought he might not respond, but finally he asked a question that made her nipples turn to hard points. “Can you manage”—a long, windy inhale—“the bra?”
Sage tried. She really, truly did. Her arms felt as though they might break off and hit the floor, but she reached back until her muscles locked up, refusing to move farther. But Belmont was already there, pushing them back down, holding them at her hips.
Jesus. Please, stop. I can’t watch it.” His touch disappeared only for a second and then the cotton material of the bra tightened over her breasts. She could feel him working the back clasp with fingers she knew so well. They’d tunneled through her hair so many times, twisted in her clothing, but had never, ever, touched her with any kind of…intent. Intent to seduce. And that’s what he was doing, intentional or not. The inhibitions she’d held close forever, circled the drain, along with the shower water. “Your back is so beautiful.” A ghost of a fingertip traced down her spine. “But I need to leave before I—”
“What?”
“Before I turn you around.” They weren’t touching, but she could sense the shudder that ran through him. “Or look in that mirror.”
Right or wrong, the mine, their codependency aside, Sage knew if she let him leave just then, she would regret it for all time. Her body had been woken up. By one man. He’d kept her on the razor’s edge for thousands of miles, surrounding her with his power and taking it away. Over and over. And this fever wrapping around them in the tiny bathroom was completely different from easing his anxiety. Finally, she felt like a woman standing in front of him, instead of a calming device. This was mutual and alive and she couldn’t stand it to end. Tomorrow might be a different story, but this moment was the culmination of a thousand dreams and she could no more deny herself than she could forget his face.
“Belmont, do you think of the kiss?”
I never stop,” he groaned into her hair. “Never.”
She took a deep breath for courage. “Will you shower with me?”





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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. 


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Sunday, September 24, 2017

Rock Me by Carly Phillips

Author: Carly Phillips
Publisher: CP publishing
Date of publication: September 2017

Bodyguard Bad Boys… Sexy, Hot, and oh so protective!
A pop star in danger.
Her reluctant bodyguard.
A past they can’t deny.
Summer Michelle is on the verge of ultimate fame.
Ben Hollander has sworn off mixing business with pleasure.

But keeping his hands off of the sexy songstress is easier said than done and once the threat is neutralized, will she choose fame over love?

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Rock Me is the first in a new series about bad boy body guards.  This is Ben and Summer's story.  It's a cute second chance story about two people who were destined to be together.  When Summer starts getting threats during a competition, Ben is hired to be her personal body guard.  He is still resentful of how things went down years before, but he is a professional and can definitely keep it that way.

I thought this was a cute story.  Both Ben and Summer were genuinely likable characters.  Their chemistry was off the charts.  There was a little mystery, but it wasn't too hard to figure out.  Still it didn't take away from my enjoyment of the romance.  This was a fun story and one I recommend checking out.






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About the Author:


After a successful fifteen-year career with various New York publishing houses, and over 40 sexy contemporary romance novels published, N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips is now an Indie author who writes to her own expectations and that of her readers. She continues the tradition of hot men and strong women and plans to publish many more sizzling stories. Carly lives in Purchase, NY with her family, two nearly adult daughters and two crazy dogs who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. She's a writer, a knitter of sorts, a wife, and a mom. In addition, she's a Twitter and Internet junkie and is always around to interact with her readers. You can find out more about Carly at www.carlyphillips.com.



Review & Excerpt of Catch My Fall by Jessica Scott

Author: Jessica Scott
Publisher: Self
Date of publication: September 2017

Former Army Sergeant Deacon Hunter is trapped. 

Trapped in the friend zone. Longing for the woman who captured his heart when they were deployed in Iraq. 

Former Army Sergeant Kelsey Ryder has scars, the kind of scars she hopes that no one ever sees. Working around the guys at the Pint, she’s reminded of everything she lost when she left the Army behind. 

But some scars refuse to stay hidden. 

One fateful night changes everything and neither of them know if their relationship will ever be the same. 

All Deacon knows is that he’ll be there to catch her when she finally falls


I have been wanting to read Deacon and Kelsey's story for a while.  They have always been circling around each other in the earlier books, so it was fun to finally get to their story.  While I did enjoy their story immensely, there was another aspect of the story that I liked even more.  I have always said that Ms. Scott's military experience allows her to give a sense of realism to the situations in the books.  Her highlighting the plight of women veterans as pertaining to the VA system was spot on.  Having seen how my own mother navigates through the system,  I agree with most of how she portrays the hurdles our female vets have to overcome just to get care.  It is deplorable and we need to do a better job.

As I said, I loved Deacon and Kelsey.  They were both broken,. Together they are better and find a way to put the pieces back together.  One of the funniest scenes in this book is the hot yoga scene.  I laughed through Deacons' narrative because I swear I thought the same things when I took my one and only yoga class in college.  If you haven't yet, check this series out.,  Each book can be read as a stand alone.  I highly recommend them.



Enjoy this sneak peek:

I can't sleep.
I stare at my phone for a while; I guess I’m surprised that my pen pal is still talking to me. This is by far the strangest thing I’ve ever done, but right now, it’s comforting. Like talking to an old friend. 
Me either. Nights like this can get really long, really quick.
Do you want to meet?
This could be an elaborate scam to steal my money or milk me for sperm to sell to a fertility bank. Or maybe my pen pal wants my kidney. Those are in high demand these days, aren't they?
To hell with my kidneys. I'm curious now.
Shouldn't we meet somewhere public and well lit, first?
She sends me the place: 42 North, an all-night café a few blocks from here.
What if I get there and we decide that meeting in real life is super awkward?
The email response is back almost before I can blink. There's a desperation in the speed of the reply, and with everything else that happened tonight it's got my Spidey senses tingling.
We'll have to figure it out, won't we? Do you like to play games? Like Monopoly or something?
That response I don't have to think about: Not particularly.
The response is delayed this time. As if she's thinking.
I'm assuming the person on the other end is a she. Could be a dude. Which would be awkward because I don't hit for the same team.
No games. No sex. I just…I don't want to be alone. 


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

Spotlight Tour: Excerpt of Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin

Author: Isabelle Ronin
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Date of publication: September 2017

THEY SAID SHE WAS GOING TO BE MY RUIN...
THEN LET HER RUIN ME.

He had everything—wealth, adoration, a brilliant future. Until one chance encounter changed everything.
The moment Caleb Lockhart spotted the mysterious woman in her siren red dress, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
For the first time in his life, he wanted something. Something he knew he could never have.
The unforgettable stranger he dubs RED.


Enjoy this excerpt!



It was late when I arrived at Caleb’s apartment. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. I might not have gotten a job offer, but I’d gotten my résumé into as many hands as possible. It had been a very productive day.
Opening the fridge, I wondered how fast I could make Caleb’s dinner so I could slip into my bedroom before he returned home—but the fridge was as empty as my bank account.
I groaned in defeat when I heard the front door open. But when I heard heavy footsteps coming from the living room, I reached for my pocketknife in case it wasn’t Caleb. I’d already made one mistake, but still—better safe than sorry.
“Red?”
I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Caleb’s voice. He was sprawled on the couch, remote control in hand as he turned on the TV. His black leather shoes and dinner jacket decorated the floor. Discarding his clothes there seemed to be a habit.
I stood behind him, admiring the way the bronze in his hair glinted in the light.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked, propping his feet on the coffee table.
“I just got back. I’ll make you something now if you want.”
He looked over his shoulder at me. If my heart tripped—which it totally didn’t—it was a normal and healthy reaction to seeing a gorgeous face. It didn’t mean anything.
“Are you trying to butt out of our bargain already?” he asked, turning back to the TV.
Insulted, I put my hands on my hips, glaring at him. “Unless you want orange juice soup with Pop-Tart croutons, you need to go to the store. We don’t have any groceries.”
He rested his head on the couch headrest and arched up and over so that he was looking at me upside down. “You’re giving me a neck injury. Why don’t you come around so we can talk like normal human beings?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He sighed. In a smooth move, he straightened, turned, then climbed to sit on top of the couch. He playfully studied me. “I’m bored,” he stated.
I raised my eyebrows. Did he expect me to entertain him? “And?”
“You owe me dinner.”
“I told you—”
A grin stretched across his face as he loosened his red tie. “You can pay me another way.”
My jaw fell open.
He laughed. “Why is your mind always in the gutter?”
I blinked once. Twice. My mind was always in the gutter?
He pushed off the couch, put his shoes back on, grabbed his keys and helmet from the coffee table, and walked past me. I thought he was going to leave when I felt his hand circle around my wrist, dragging me out the door with him.
“Oh for God’s sake, where are you taking me?”
God, he was tall. For every step he took, I had to take two to keep up.
He pressed the elevator button. “For a ride.”
“A ride?”
He started laughing as he pulled me inside the elevator, pressed the Down button, and watched the door close. “I’ve never met a girl who twisted my words as much as you do. You have a filthy mind, Red. Filthy.”
“What the… A filthy mind!” I sputtered.
When the elevator door opened, he dragged me into the basement parking garage.
“A ride.” He clucked his tongue. “On my bike.”
I pulled my wrist from his hold, rubbing my hand against my jeans. His skin was hot and made me feel strange things.
He stopped and glanced back at me. “Problem?”
“It’s Sunday night. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
“So?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m in college, not high school. I can skip class if I want.”
“Of course you can. You’re rich. You don’t have to work for anything.”
His eyes darkened, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, giving me a long look. “Do you like to be judged for being poor? You think having money saves me from pain?”
Chastised, I fell silent. When I opened my mouth to apologize, he cut me off. “You coming or not?”
I nodded, feeling guilty, and followed behind.
When he stopped in front of a sleek black machine, I stared at him in disbelief. It looked like it ate kids for breakfast.
“Ever ride a bike before?” he asked, tossing his black helmet from hand to hand like a basketball.
I took a step back. “I’m not riding that monster.”
His laugh was low and sexy. He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me close—closer than was necessary.
“I don’t know,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my palm in lazy circles. “I have a feeling you’re going to like it.”
My breath hitched, and he chuckled when I pulled away.
“N-no. I’d like to keep my limbs intact, thank you very much.”
His eyes danced at me playfully. “Yeah? Where’s the fun in that? Rule number one,” he said, gently placing the helmet on my head, “safety first.” He fastened the straps tightly under my chin.
“Rule number two,” he continued, flipping the visor down. I felt slightly claustrophobic so I flipped it back up. “When I’m making a turn, lean your body toward the turn. Never the opposite way. Got it?”
“Sure.”
He smiled down at me, staring for a moment. I wanted to bottle the color of his vibrant green eyes. Realizing I was staring, I shook the thought from my mind and snapped, “What?”
He shrugged, then swung his long leg to straddle his bike. “Hop on.”
When I didn’t, he turned his head, eyebrows raised and eyes glinting with challenge. At that moment, he looked like a gorgeous devil who’d take my soul to hell—and enjoy every minute of it. “You scared?”
My skin prickled with irritation. It would take more than a pretty boy on a big-ass motorcycle to scare me. I’d prove him wrong. I huffed and climbed on the bike, grabbing the sides of my seat.
“Where’s your helmet?” I demanded.
“Only have one,” he replied. He was so close—close enough for me to catch his masculine scent. “Nobody rides this bike but me. You’re the first passenger.”
He turned the engine on, revving it a few times. The bike vibrated angrily.
“Forgot to tell you the last rule,” he said conversationally, looking over his shoulder. I could hear the mischief in his tone.
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
He grinned. “Hold on to me. Really, really tight.”
“No, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.”
I cried out as the bike zoomed forward, and my arms automatically went around him. I could feel his shoulders and hard stomach shaking with laughter.
He so did that on purpose! Fine, he won this round.
I vowed the next one would be mine, as we exited the garage with a roar.
I didn’t like the bike. It was noisy and dangerous. But as we streaked down the road, and the wind whipped cool and damp on my skin, I felt…
Freedom.



Chasing Red Duology:
Chasing Red (Book 1)
Always Red (Book 2)



 Millions of Wattpad readers love Caleb and Red’s epic story:
“I love this book to the core.”
“I was so addicted… So in love that I couldn’t stop reading.”
“The characters are just so real and possess such pure, raw emotions and passion.”
“This book took me through an emotional roller coaster! I love everything about it!”

Friday, September 22, 2017

Emma in the Night by Wendy Walker

Author: Wendy Walker
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Date of publication: August 2017

One night three years ago, the Tanner sisters disappeared: fifteen-year-old Cass and seventeen-year-old Emma. Three years later, Cass returns, without her sister Emma. Her story is one of kidnapping and betrayal, of a mysterious island where the two were held. But to forensic psychiatrist Dr. Abby Winter, something doesn't add up. Looking deep within this dysfunctional family Dr. Winter uncovers a life where boundaries were violated and a narcissistic parent held sway. And where one sister's return might just be the beginning of the crime.

Given that I ended up DNFing , All is Not Forgotten, I was a bit skeptical going into Emma in the Night. I'm always willing to give an author a second chance.  I was pleasantly surprised at what I found in this book.  Sisters, Cass and Emma, disappeared three years before and now Cass has returned with an unbelievable story.  The hunt for Emma is still on, but can Cass be trusted?

At times, I did find that this book dragged in places.  But for the most part, I thought it was a solid mystery.  The story did keep me engaged and I wanted to finish it to see what the truth was.  The entire time you read this book, you are unsure if Cass is a reliable character.  The story is told between Cass's first person account and Abby's third person Point of view. The plot is laid out well, revealing information at just the right time. I thought I had the ending all figured out, but I was mostly wrong.  

 There is a lot of dysfunction in this family.  The mother, Mrs. Martin was sickeningly narcissistic. That just touches the surface of what is wrong with this family.   How that all  plays into the disappearance of the girls is something you will have to read to find out.  I do recommend this book.  It's one that will make you want to keep reading to find out the truth.



Thursday, September 21, 2017

Blog Tour: Spotlight of If There's No Tomorrow by Jennifer Armentrout

Author: Jennifer Armentrout
Publisher: Harlequin Teen
Date of publication: September 5, 2017

Lena Wise is always looking forward to tomorrow, especially at the start of her senior year. She’s ready to pack in as much friend time as possible, to finish college applications, and to maybe let her childhood best friend Sebastian know how she really feels about him. For Lena, the upcoming year is going to be epic—one of opportunities and chances.

Until one choice, one moment, destroys everything.

Now Lena isn’t looking forward to tomorrow. Not when friend time may never be the same. Not when college applications feel all but impossible. Not when Sebastian might never forgive her for what happened.

For what she let happen.

With the guilt growing each day, Lena knows that her only hope is to move on. But how can she move on when she and her friends’ entire existences have been redefined? How can she move on when tomorrow isn’t even guaranteed?


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About Jennifer Armentrout 


# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in West Virginia.

When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time, reading, working out, watching zombie movies, and pretending to write. She shares her home with her husband, his K-9 partner named Diesel and her hyper Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent her time writing short stories, therefore explaining her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes Young Adult Contemporary, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal and Romance. She writes New Adult and Adult romance under the pen name J.Lynn.

She is the author of the Covenant Series (Spencer Hill Press) the Lux Series (Entangled Teen) and the upcoming YA Don’t Look Back (2014) and untitled YA (Fall 2014) from Disney/Hyperion. She is also published with Harlequin Teen and HarperCollins.

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Review tour for IF THERE’S NO TOMORROW:
Sunday, August 27th: The Literary Llama on Instagram
Tuesday, September 5th: Bookworm Everlasting on Instagram
Tuesday, September 5th: A Thousand Books to Read
Wednesday, September 6th: She’s All Booked
Thursday, September 7th: All Roads Lead to the Kitchen
Monday, September 11th: Katy’s Library and Katy’s Library on Instagram
Tuesday, September 12th: Snowdrop Dreams
Wednesday, September 13th: Reading is My SuperPower
Sunday, September 17th: Bookworm Everlasting
Monday, September 18th: Girl Who Reads
Tuesday, September 19th: Jenn’s Bookshelves
Wednesday, September 20th: Just Commonly
Thursday, September 21st: From the TBR Pile
Friday, September 22nd: A Holland Reads
Monday, September 25th: Books and Bindings
Wednesday, September 27th: Mama Reads
Thursday, September 28th: Moonlight Rendezvous
Thursday, September 28th: Biblio Junkies
Monday, October 2nd: Novel Gossip
Tuesday, October 3rd: Why Girls Are Weird
Thursday, October 4th: Suzy Approved

Throwback Thursday: Murder on Nob Hill by Shirley Tallman


Author: Shirley Tallman
First publihsed in 2005 by Minatour Books

The year is 1880, the place San Francisco. Intelligent, outspoken Sarah Woolson is a young woman with a goal and the fortitude to achieve it. She has always dreamed of becoming a lawyer. The trouble is, everyone believes women belong in the home---that it is not only unnatural, but against God's will for them to seek a career.

When Sarah finagles an interview with one of the city's most prestigious law firms, no one thinks she has a prayer of being hired. Except Sarah. Using her brains and a little subterfuge, she not only manages to become the firm's newest (and only female) associate attorney, she also acquires her first client---a lovely young society matron suspected of brutally stabbing to death her wealthy but abusive husband. Sarah is sure of her client's innocence, but the revelation of the woman's secret lover may make that innocence impossible to prove. 
When four more victims fall prey to the killer's knife, Sarah fears she has bitten off more than she can chew. Bucking her boorish employer and the judicial system, Sarah finds herself embroiled in shady legal maneuvers, a daring Chinatown raid, and a secret and very scandalous sex club in this irresistible blend of history, romance, and murder.


I had never heard of this series before it was recently uploaded onto my Library's Overdrive site,  Murder on Nob Hill is the first in a series taking place in 1880.  Sarah is one of a handful of women to have earned their law degrees and passed the bar exam.  The law firm she applies to reluctantly hires her and she immediately gets involved in a murder case.  Her client is accused of aiding in killing her husband.  Sarah must proves she didn't do it.

This was enjoyable little mystery.   It was a real eye opener to see how women didn't have many rights in the late 19th century.  We have it so good right now! I liked Sarah's character. Sarah was a strong minded character and I admired her bravery in a time when men still thought women should be at home and seen, but not heard.. The peripheral characters were strong as well.  I loved the banter between Sarah and Robert.  He is probably going to be a love interest in later books, at least it looks like that way.  

My only complaint about the book was the amount of potential suspects.  I lost track of people at times, so when the reveal happened it took me a few minutes to figure out who the culprit was.  There were also a couple of red herrings in the story and I found those frustrating.  But in all, it was a fun read.  I might track down the next book and give it a try as well.


Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Blog Tour: Defending Hearts by Rebecca Crowley

Author:Rebecca Crowley
Publisher: Lyrical Shine
Date of publication: September 2017


Atlanta Skyline’s star Swedish wingback Oz Terim-or as the fans call him, the Wizard-has an airtight plan for his life, his career, even his meticulously renovated house, but he barely gives a thought to the Islamic faith he inherited from his Turkish parents. So no one’s more surprised than he is when he’s the victim of anti-Muslim hate crime. Refusing to take the threat seriously, he resists the security detail Skyline insists on . . . until he meets Kate Mitchell. There’s no room for her in his plan and she’s the exact opposite of what he wants. Then why can’t he keep his hands off her?
After ten years in the military-and getting fired from her first post-Army job in Saudi Arabia-Kate Mitchell has slunk home to her Georgia roots. Private security isn’t the career she dreamed of, nor is she thrilled to work with an uptight professional athlete who plays a sport she has no interest in. She never expected to be attracted to him-or for him to fall for her, too. As their opposite lives tangle up-and the threat against Oz grows more serious-Kate has to decide who she wants to be in life and in love.

In Defending Hearts, Kate is hired to be the security adviser to help keep star soccer player, Oz, safe.  He is a Swedish National and also a Muslim who is being targets by a hate group.  They are polar opposites, but you know what they say...  This is the second book in the Atlanta Skyline series.  It held up fairly well as a stand alone book, so you could read this without reading the first one.

I thought this was a cute romance.  I enjoyed the slow build to Kate and Oz's relationship.  In fact, it takes over half the book before they really get hot and heavy.  I loved their banter and particularly loved the pool table scene.  That was really amusing.   The tables are turned in this one and t was refreshing to see a man who wants to wait to have sex over a woman.   You don't see that often.

I will  admit to not being a soccer fan.  I've never understood the appeal of the sport, so I did find myself glossing over the soccer parts of the book.  It just is something that doesn't appeal to me. I enjoyed the rest though. Given the political climate in the country right now, I was afraid this would be really preachy.  But it wasn't.  I thought the author handled  the theme of hate crimes in a very realistic and rational way.  





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About Rebecca Crowley

Rebecca Crowley inherited her love of romance from her mom, who taught her to at least partially judge a book by the steaminess of its cover. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense with smart heroines and swoon-worthy heroes, and never tires of the happily-ever-after. Having pulled up her Kansas roots to live in New York City and London, Rebecca currently resides in Johannesburg, South Africa.

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Rebecca Crowley’s TLC Book Tours TOUR STOPS:

Monday, September 18th: Bewitched Bookworms
Tuesday, September 19th: The Sassy Bookster  – guest post or excerpt
Wednesday, September 20th: From the TBR Pile
Thursday, September 21st: Reading Reality
Friday, September 22nd: Book Nerd
Monday, September 25th: Moonlight Rendezvous
Wednesday, September 27th: Reading Lark After Dark
Thursday, September 28th: Crystal Blogs Books
Monday, October 2nd: Cara’s Book Boudoir
Wednesday, October 4th: Lovely Reads – guest post or excerpt
Thursday, October 5th: All Things Bookaholic
Wednesday, October 11th: Thoughts of a Blond
Thursday, October 12th: OMG Reads
Friday, October 13th: Book Reviews and More by Kathy  – guest post or excerpt


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

And Then There were Four by Nancy Werlin

Author: Nancy Werlin
Publisher:" Dial Books
Date of publicaation: June 2017

Let's not die today. Not even to make things easier for our parents.

When a building collapses around five teenagers--and they just barely escape--they know something strange is going on. Little by little, the group pieces together a theory: Their parents are working together to kill them all. Is it true? And if so, how did their parents come together--and why? And, most importantly, how can the five of them work together to save themselves? With an unlikely group of heroes, sky-high stakes, and two budding romances, this gripping murder mystery will keep readers guessing until the last page.


I'll be honest, I can't say I loved this book.  It won't be a spoiler when I tell you that this is a YA version of Strangers on a Train.  Five classmates meet in an old cottage on their school's grounds. When there is a roof collapse, it becomes apparent that someone deliberately tried to kill them.  The kids are convinced their parents want them dead.

While the idea for the story was good, I didn't like the execution.  There would have been more suspense had the reader not known who was behind everything until toward the end of the book. The overall story dragged on and took forever to get to the end. The only reason I finished this was I wanted to know motives.  Motives that turned out to be not that interesting.

The story waffles between Sarahlinda's first person point of view and Caleb's second person point of view.  I'm not sure I understand the reasoning behind the changes in tense.  It was strange and there was no overall need for it.  The characters were typical teens but I really didn't find myself caring about any of them.  So overall, I wouldn't really recommend this to any YA reader.  I didn't find it all that gripping or thrilling.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Blog Tour: Review & Excerpt of Chasing Christmas Eve by Jill Shalvis


Author: Jill Shalvis
Publisher: Avon
Date of publication: September 26, 2017

Run for the hills—temporarily. That’s Colbie Albright’s plan when she flees New York for San Francisco. Wrangling her crazy family by day and writing a bestselling YA fantasy series by night has taken its toll. In short, Colbie’s so over it that she’s under it. She’s also under the waters of a historic San Francisco fountain within an hour of arrival. Fortunately, the guy who fishes Colbie out has her looking forward to Christmas among strangers. But she’s pretty sure Spencer Baldwin won’t be a stranger for long.
Make merry...
Spence’s commitment to hiding from the Ghosts of Relationships Past means he doesn’t have to worry about the powerful—okay, crazy hot—chemistry he’s got with Colbie. Just because she can laugh at anything, especially herself... just because she’s gorgeous and a great listener…just because she “gets” Spencer immediately doesn’t mean he won’t be able to let Colbie go. Does it?
…and hope for a miracle.
Now the clock’s ticking for Colbie and Spence: Two weeks to cut loose. Two weeks to fall hard. Two weeks to figure out how to make this Christmas last a lifetime

Chasing Christmas Eve is the fourth book in the Heartbreaker's Bay series.  I have loved this series from the beginning.  Each book is full of funny characters, deep friendships and sigh worthy romance.  This one is Spencer's story and among my favorites of the series.  

Spence has always intrigued me.  He is the resident genius and millionaire.  He is also a tech geek who doesn't think he can have a long term relationship because of his long work hours.  He has a tendency to get lost in himself. He has dealt with heartbreak in the past and that has prevented him from feeling like her deserves love.   Colbie has fled to San Francisco to find her muse and finish her latest book. I loved how they met.  It was too cute. While their courtship was very short (only a couple of weeks), I loved these two together.  I thought they balanced each other out. Colbie is a fixer and never takes time for herself.  I was applauding her when she finally told her family off.   

I highly recommend this one as well as the series. Each one can be read as a stand alone. It looks like the next story up is Joe and Kylie's.  I can't wait to read it!




Order CHASING CHRISTMAS EVE in ebook or paperback, releasing 9/26/17

Enjoy this excerpt:

Spence drew in a deep, shuddering breath that wasn’t much steadier than hers and pulled off his now crooked glasses. “Hang on a second.” He tossed them aside. “I need to check on something.”
“What?” she asked warily.
Once again he slowly drew her in, his eyes heated and focused on hers, infusing her with some of his calm. “I want to see if this is how it’s going to be.”
“How what’s going to be?” she whispered.
“This.”

 His kiss started out just as slow and thoughtful as the first, all careful control. But when his tongue touched hers, control flew straight out the window. 

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About Jill Shalvis:


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s sexy contemporary and award-winning books wherever romances are sold and click on the blog button above for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.