Have You Met the Heartbreaker?

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Title: The Truth of Tristan Lyons
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #4
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
 Release Date: July 27, 2015
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Heartbreaker. 

I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful. 

I need a break. I want to be alone. I’m not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I’m not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she’s here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren’t they? 

Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie. 

Until her.

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The Truth of Tristan Lyons excerpt © L.B. Dunbar
I wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn’t care who she was. I wanted to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes.  They knew no shame. 
“Hey,” I said grabbing her upper arm. “How did you get in here?”
She seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.
With her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and
catch her breath.
Standing up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious looking pink lips.
“Who the fuck are you?” she growled.
“Who the fuck, are you?” I returned.
“I’m…”
“You know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”
I began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops
across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an
angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at
me quizzically, leaning away from me.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Did you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?”
“What?”
“Okay, I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am?”
“I don’t.”

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Love, Untamed

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Love, Untamed by Ra’chael Ohara

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Releasing: 28th July 2015

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a4d78-11208920_10153293973147112_1199684160_nEva Jones has never felt as if she belonged and now she knows why..

Eva is summoned to a lawyer’s office and discovers not only is she adopted, but she’s the sole beneficiary of the biological grandfather. She rushes home to tell her fiance, only to find him having sex with another woman.

Her life in chaos, Eva boards a plane to the property she inherited in Alaska hoping to learn more about her birth family.

Brantley Smith wants nothing to do with a spoiled, cold-hearted rich girl.

When Eva walks into his tavern, Brantley knows she doesn’t belong in Alaska. He doesn’t care if she’s beautiful, he knows what he found in her grandfather’s cabin, and plan’s to stay as far away as possible.

Eva is stunned by the frigid beauty of Alaska, but the biggest shock of all is the gorgeous, brooding, sarcastic bartender who seems to hate her on sight.

But despite their initial animosity, their attraction can’t be denied. Before long, Brantley would do anything to make Eva feel like she belongs… with him. However, Eva learns what really happened to her birth mother, and she’s more torn then ever about her true place in the world.
Eva’s abusive, adopted mother has her own agenda.
Pearl Jones has secrets she intends to keep buried, and she arrives to demand that Eva returns to South Carolina. Eva refuses, but Pearl’s been lying for a long time and has no problem dealing out a few more to get what she wants, no matter the cost.

Confronted by a dark family history and the potential loss of all she holds dear, an Eva handle the devastating truth?

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Omega and Love… Oh Yeeeeaaahhhh

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Omega & Love
by K Webster
Alpha & Omega #2
Publication Date: July 30, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Romance

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They now call me a Leviathan. A monster.

And maybe I am.

I know one soul who believes that with every part of his being.

If only he knew the truth.

If only I could make him see that I’m more than the surface of lies I spin. That I’m more than someone out for their own gain. I wish he could see—know who I was before all of this. The person I desperately cling on to that is still inside of me. The person I must protect.

One day I hope to hand him the key to the fortress that is my heart.

I just hope he doesn’t give up on Love and throw it all away…

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I hate Love.
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I’m looking at her.

There’s an innocence to her that she keeps carefully hidden.

But I see it.

Inside of her is someone that she has revealed to no one.

Not even me when I once thought we were in love.

Of course now I know that was all a farce but still, she hid that even from me.

But not now—now, I see more.

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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Title: Reckless Surrender
Series: Made For Love #2
Author: R.C. Martin
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Louisa at LM Creations
 Release Date: August 4, 2015
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[Reckless Surrender is book two in the Made for Love series but can be read as a STAND ALONE novel. Written for audiences 18+ years of age.]

Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she’d made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I’m in love with her. But I’m not her boyfriend. She’s not my lover. We’re just friends…Trevor’s it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we’re broken—two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s ever going to be enough…

I don’t want to be her bandaid.

I don’t want to be his addiction.

But if we never cross that line, will I lose her?

If I don’t tell him what I want, will I lose myself?

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I twist my bangs back away from my face and pin them in place before washing off today’s makeup. I feel completely plain without it, but it’s also refreshing to be rinsed clean and I know present company doesn’t mind. Speaking of which, I’m glad I get to keep him for the night. I love it when that happens. We don’t exactly make a habit of it, but I always sleep better cocooned in his arms. It makes me feel like I’m his. I guess in some ways I am, even though I’m not. I certainly don’t belong to anyone else. I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else—even if being with Trevor without actually being with Trevor one day breaks my heart.
I shake the thought away, aware that I’m starting to think too much. He’s here, now, and that’s what he can give me. Besides that, it’s more than anyone else gets. This is how it is between us. It works.
I stop just inside the doorway of my bedroom, caught off guard by what awaits. Or should I say, who? I have to stifle a small gasp at the sight of him—not because I’m startled by his change in appearance, but because he leaves me breathless. He’s so damn mesmerizing I can’t help but stare. Every. Time.
At this point, I think it’s safe to assume I’ll never get used to the masterpiece that he is, and that’s more than fine.
It’s quite apparent that he has endured the confines of his dress attire for as long as he can stand it. I can’t mourn the lost image of him all spruced up, not when I have the image of him all stripped down to admire. All he has on is a pair of gym shorts. He keeps a pair stowed away in my dresser for nights like these. He’s sitting at the window, which he has opened, with one leg straddling the bench and the other bent in front of him so that he might rest his beer atop his knee.
Trevor isn’t built like an athlete. He isn’t bulky with muscle. He isn’t lanky, like me, either. He’s made up of lean, toned lines that whisper of the physical power that makes him all man. But his inner strength? All the vulnerable and fragile pieces of him that make him so strong, the pieces of him that I love so much, that’s what catches my eye.
He wears his heart on his sleeve. Literally. The world might not know it, but I do. I know that every inch of ink that covers his beautiful skin tells his story. The tattoo on his left arm stretches from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder and spills over his heart. I can’t see it now, because of the way he’s sitting, but I know he’s got script tattooed down his left side across his ribs. Finally, his right arm is adorned in a half sleeve. I say finally not as a way to express finality, but simply the end of his list for now. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to learn that he’s dreaming of more.
“Daph! Your beer’s getting warm!” he yells, his gaze still directed out the window.
I grin, partly because I love how he knows I hate it when my beer gets even the slightest bit warm; partly because he hasn’t noticed me standing here staring at him. “I’m right here,” I say as I continue to make my way into the room. I speak softly, but I startle him just the same.
“Shit, Wings—” he mutters, spitting out his nickname for me as he jumps. He has to snatch up his beer as his leg shoots out in front of him. I laugh and grab my half empty bottle from off of the edge of the bookshelf where he’s lined up our reserve. “How long were you standing there?”
“Not long,” I lie. I sit opposite of him, bending my knees and propping my feet up.
“Sure,” he murmurs, shaking his head at me in disbelief. I smirk in response.
Now this is one of those moments where, if we were in a movie or a romance novel, he’d crawl across the bench and kiss me. But this isn’t a fairy tale and he won’t kiss me because I won’t let him. We can’t go there. What he and I share, it works because we don’t go there. As crazy as it might sound, our restraint excites me. Simply knowing that he feels it, too, makes this moment more intimate than not.
He brings his beer up to his lips and tilts his head back as he empties the remaining contents into his mouth. As he sucks out every last drop, he watches me watch him and I get lost in his oval eyes. His irises are in a glorious state of confusion, unsure of whether or not they are blue or green. His hair struggles with the same color dilemma, his dark blonde locks sometimes appearing light brown, depending on how the light hits them.
For just a second, I imagine running my fingers through his soft, loose, curls. Or, at least, I consider them curls; or they would be—big, beautiful, silky curls—if he grew his hair out longer. I know he won’t. He likes to keep his slightly shaggy, fuck-me-now mane just long enough to entice you to do just that. Except, we won’t be doing that, either.
His gaze is still locked with mine. He’s teasing me. I know it. He knows it—but this is our game. I can’t look away first. If I do, he’s won. So instead, I bring my beer to my lips, tilt my head back, and drink, all the while watching him watch me.
When we’re both finished, he stands and takes my empty bottle before leaning down to kiss my neck, just below my ear. “You win, Wings,” he murmurs. I grin, feeling victorious. “But you left the bottle opener in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.” He kisses me once more as a reward and then turns to leave.
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R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she’s only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who’s writing this bio anyway!)

I’m a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I’m a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today’s society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love–the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I’m not writing I’m reading; when I’m not reading I’m writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I’m an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.

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Make Me Believe by Karen Ferry ~ Blog Tour with ARC Review

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Make Me Believe by Karen Ferry Believe #1 Publication Date: July 6, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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Sometimes, a chance meeting is just the push you need in order to break free from the darkness within…

My name is Emma, I’m 23, and I’ve never been kissed. I’m no virgin…But kissing is too intimate, too intense, and I don’t want that – not ever. I like sex, though, and most of my hook-ups don’t seem to mind the no-kissing part. But then I meet Daniel, who’s such a geek, and definitely not the kind of guy I’d normally take an interest to. He’s the shy, quiet type, but with such a charming smile, and he makes my heart race – something I’ve never experienced before. Daniel has his own issues to work through, and I know my hardened heart shouldn’t melt when he looks at me. I really shouldn’t be falling for him, either, but somehow, he manages to tear down my walls, and I’m scared…because once he learns my secrets, he’ll want nothing to do with me. All I know is that Daniel makes me feel things that I have never felt before – but do I dare let down my walls and confide in him? Will I let him be my first kiss? This is my story, and I’ll reveal everything in my own sweet time… Just don’t expect all the hearts-and-flowers stuff. Life is messy, and mine is no different… INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS ***Due to possible ‘triggers’ and adult situations (yes, there is lots of sex in this book) it is not recommended to persons under the age of 18.

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What a refreshing change of style! Karen Ferry is definitely an original, and that makes for a fun read.

Emma and Daniel are quite an interesting “opposites attract” couple. Both have something in their history they want to keep to themselves. But the tension between them is tantalizing. Emma is a bit rough around the edges, but I can totally relate to speaking first and thinking… Well usually much later lol! Daniel is so great! A little unsure of himself, yet certainly not a shlubby pushover, Daniel will melt you & your panties.

MMB is a wonderful story of overcoming the biggest obstacle a person can face: yourself. 4 cups

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Karen Ferry is a thirty-something writer, wife to a quiet, laidback man, and mother to a gorgeous, stubborn, redheaded girl who keeps her parents on their toes. Karen tends to have a short fuse if she does not get a proper caffeine fix first thing in the mornings, but she is, in fact, a gentle person deep down. Karen loves Italian food and wine, travelling, and spending time with her family. When she is not writing, she reads – her favourite genres are New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Romantic Suspense. She can never get enough of romance. Or of too many book boyfriends, either. Even though Karen is Danish, she has always felt more at ease writing stories in English, and she has not read a book in her native tongue in over ten years. She can be very outspoken and a complete fan girl of other authors online but will, in fact, be very shy once she meets you in person.

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Does Geometry Work For You?

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Today I want to try to have a discussion. It’s my first, so hopefully I’ll do it right LOL!!

You know I love romance. I think that has been pretty obvious, really. However, we all have our sub-genres that just don’t quite do it for us.

My pet-peeve? Love Triangles. I hated geometry in school and it is NOT getting better. The equation that pisses me off the most:

Girl + Nice Guy + Bad Boy – Nice Guy = Happy Ever After

 W. T. F? WHY?!?!?! Do you ever notice that the girl rarely (if ever) choses to be with the boy/guy/man who is kind, loving, albeit a bit unexciting? This is so frustrating for me. I have seen some LTs done very well (Sex, Love, Repeat by Alessandra Torre for example), however, these are not the norm. Generally, there is some mild misunderstanding that causes “Girl” to take a break from “Nice Boy” for what is supposed to be a short time. Then she meets “Bad Boy” and her whole universe is suddenly spinning around with nothing to hold onto by “Bad Boy’s” penis.

I have stopped reading books because an (I think) unnecessary LT is suddenly inserted into the mix. And I have hate that “Nice Boy” never wins the girl. NEVER. What is that? I love a good bad boy, don’t get me wrong, but c’mon people! The only time I ever saw the good guy win was in JD Hollyfield’s My So Called Life, but that wasn’t really an LT per say.

Maybe I’m alone in this, and that’s fine. But I am really interested in hearing from other readers how they feel about Love Triangles….

Blot Tour of ~ Sinful Intent (Includes 5 Cup ARC Review!)

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Series: ALFA PI Book #1
Release Date: July 14th
Author: Chelle Bliss

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The moment I saw her, I wanted her.
I tried to resist her, but Race had other plans.
One night, in a moment of weakness, I gave in to my desires.
I still had a job to do before her world collapsed.
If I failed at finding the person behind the threats, I could lose her forever.
Temptation can be dangerous.

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Wow. I thought I loved Chelle Bliss before, but if that was love, I don’t know what I’m feeling now.

I have read 125 books (approx) this year (2015), so that leaves little room for surprising me. After a while you feel like you know kind of how the book is going to go and even though you enjoy it, you were right. Well, Mrs. Bliss shattered me. Not only was I wrong, I was heartbroken over the twist in SI. Broken.

I want to tell you about Morgan DeLuca. This man is everything a leading man should be (yes I made a list, bite me):

1) He is unashamedly secure in his desire to love and be loved. Morgan is not some macho punk out to prove how awesome he is by never “needing” to settle down.

2) He loves his Momma. Wait, don’t get your panties in a wad… Morgan is NOT a Momma’s boy, he just loves and respects his mother.

3) He is ex-military. Go ahead, re-read that. It’s hot right?

“My faith in humanity had evaporated while I’d been in combat, but the silence and calm of being a civilian had me climbing the freaking walls”

I loved this quote. It reminds us that while our soldiers come home, they don’t always come back whole – and you may not be able to see it. Love is sometimes the only way back.

4) Morgan is not perfect. He does things because he feels it is the right thing to do – and you have to respect that – but sometimes he doesn’t do it the best way. I still love him. His heart is in the right place.

5) Morgan knows how to talk to the ladies 😉

“Listen Ms. True. The only thing that matters to me is solving you case and having you walk away satisfied… A satisfied customer. That’s what I meant.”

Tee hee. Morgan you’re so cute when you’re out of practice!

Ok, I know you are curious about Race, and you should be. Race is something else. She had a tough childhood that only got way tougher after a devastating loss. She’s worked her way up through her company (and maybe not in the nicest way, but you can’t always do that can you?) and is on the verge of taking over the world – well maybe not, but close. Things I love about Race (yes another list 😛 )

1) Race is a very capable woman. She is smart, has a strong work ethic, and real goals for herself. I love leading ladies like this! They do not take crap and they aren’t ridiculous.

2) She is broken. I’m sorry, I know this seems weird to love about a characters, but I do. Flaws are what make characters relate-able and lovable. We aren’t going into what her flaws are though, just read the book.

3) She is comfortable in her sexuality without being a ho-bag. There, I said it! You don’t have to screw around to prove you own your sexuality.

4) Her name. I can’t tell you why. but her name.

Alright, back to the story. I loved it (did you notice) and I know you will to. And please do not think you need to read Men of Inked. Well, you do need to because they are awesome, but you in no way need to read them to appreciate Sinful Intent. I will say that SI makes you want to read the other books to find out the entire story about supporting characters, but it isn’t necessary.

Oh, and the end – OH MY GOSH THE END! So heartfelt, so emotional. I just – I can’t even describe it. I wanted to wrap Morgan and Race in a big hug and just breathe them in.

So grab this Sinful Intent as soon as you can. You wont regret it

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“You’re really purdy,” she slurred with a lopsided grin, running her finger down my cheek.
“That’s it. No more drinks for you,” I said, dragging the glass away from her.
“No! I’ve only had three,” she said as she lurched forward, pulling the drink out of my hands.
“I’m enjoying myself. I’ve had a bitch of a week and I deserve to let loose a little.”
I held my hands up. “You’ve actually had four martinis, but anything you want, princess.”
Her eyes grew into little slits. “I’m not your princess,” she slurred, sounding completely adorable.
My cheeks hurt as I smiled. “I’m going to take you home now. I think you need to sleep it off.”
“Last time I checked,” she said before hiccupping, “you’re not my daddy.” A slow smile crept across her face. She scooted closer and whispered, “Unless that’s your thing.” She tried to wink, but both eyes closed, one after the other.
I leaned into her space, a breath away from her lips. “It’s not my thing, but I’m happy to act out your fantasies. But I don’t think you want to cross that line. Once you go there, there’s no going back.” I stared into her eyes.
“Oooh.” Her eyes grew wide. “Is that supposed to scare me, Mr. DeLuca?”
I didn’t move. “I’m just giving you fair warning. You’ve had a few drinks, and I won’t take advantage of that. I’m just telling you how it is.”
“You’re full of yourself.” Her warm, sweet breath caressed my lips as she spoke.
All I wanted to do was reach out, pull her face to mine, and kiss her full, beautiful lips. “I’m sure of myself and confident in my abilities, yes. That’s entirely different than being full of myself.” I licked my lips, testing her.
Her eyes dropped to my mouth as her lips parted.
“Another?” Lisa interrupted.
“We’re good,” I replied, keeping my eyes pinned to Race and waving Lisa off.
“Pfft,” Lisa scoffed, stomping away.
Race glared in Lisa’s direction. “She wants you,” she whispered.
Was she jealous?
“I don’t want her.”
“She’s a sure thing though.”
I leaned closer, leaving very little space between us. “I never liked easy.”
“All men like easy.” Her body swayed, moving so close our lips almost brushed.

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About the AuthorBlissChelle Bliss is a USA Today Bestselling Author of the Men of Inked series.She loves to write happily ever afters filled with alpha males and sexy women.Chelle spends her days writing, chatting on Facebook, and working on her craft.The ALFA PI series a spin off of her Men of Inked series and she’s excited
to introduce a new world of characters to readers.

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