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Blog Tour + Excerpt + ARC Review | Sancte Diaboli: Part Two by Amo Jones

2021. június 15., kedd

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Sancte Diaboli: Part Two, the all-new, highly anticipated installment in the Elite Kings series that will leave you on the edge of your seat from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Amo Jones, is available now!

He held a darkness that could never be touched.
She carried a light that could never be seen.

Not by anyone. Only by each other.

Simply two halves of the same soul, Brantley and Saint were fused together with equal parts wrath and peace. Nothing could break through their bond. Nothing.

Until now.


Sancte Diaboli Part Two is the seventh book of The Elite Kings Series. You cannot read this as a standalone. You have to read the entire series to understand this world completely. I highly recommend, because you’ll blow your mind!
First I have to say that I’m so sorry to have to say goodbye to this series and its amazing characters. I highly recomment to everyone who loves twisted and dark stories. I cannot think Amo can do this better, because Sancte Diaboli Part Two is the best end of an amazing series. I’m so glad to have a chance to get to know this characters. They’re completely unique, badass and near my heart. I don’t know how I can say goodbye to them…. I just cannot. I’m speechless. My heart is bleeding for them. I cried, twice, yeah!
I read the book in two sitting. It can be read so easily. I felt like I was coming home. The plot is so twisted and I never know what will happen. When I thought everything will be all right that was the time when Amo made something mind-blowing thing and everyhing will be upside-down. Brantley & Saint are completely different characters than Madship and Tillie & Nate. That’s too hard to explain because you have to feel it while you reading this book. I think this kind of a relationship is so unique and rare.
We got to know a lot of things in the first book but in the second we get the entire story. So many thing had happened in the last, some of completely shocked me and some of which I was calculating. I can’t wait to read Ruined Castles and the next generation’s books because I know Amo’ll make it twisted, amazing and dark like she always done.

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Excerpt

Saint
Prologue

Everyone has a story, and when you die, your memories cling to the minds of the people you leave behind, scripted in permanent ink. They can go back and visit their favorite chapters when they need comfort, or simply skip over the scenes they want to forget, but what they can’t do, is be removed. Even if you tear a page from a well-written book, there will always be telltale signs something was there. There you lie, embedded in their minds forever, so essentially you’ll live forever, right? I didn’t think much about this until I met him. The day that I would die, I mean. Would I leave behind a novella, or would it be a nine-book series that would need your undivided attention? You see, I’ve gazed into the eyes of death twice in my life, and both times began at the entrance of his soul. His stare was always heavy and roguish, but he lit a match inside my body that would burn a lifetime after I’m gone. I wasn’t sure what I felt the first time his cold, corpse-like skin sailed over mine, but I remember it was the exact day that I knew I would never be the same. I was touched by the Devil; Heaven would never want me now. Not that Heaven was where I belonged either, though I’m sure he thought so. Tortured souls still weep; they tear themselves apart in dark corners where no one can see. Brantley is just that—tortured—though he doesn’t conceal it. He wears his darkness like a souvenir, proud and indifferent. I knew Brantley from the inside out, and I say that literally. I was familiar with the notes that his blood left in my mouth well after I had swallowed it.
And I think that will haunt me more than anything. It will haunt me so much more than this day.
The day my book hit the final page.

Meet Amo Jones

Amo Jones is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author whose books have been translated in multiple countries.

She resides in the tropics of Australia with her family, though she's a born and bred Kiwi who more often than not, misses New Zealand.

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Blog Tour | Trouble at Brayshaw High by Meagan Brandy

2019. június 4., kedd

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡,
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡,
𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝!!!!



“You don’t belong.”
No words whispered in anger have ever rung more true.
They’re the Kings of Brayshaw with the world at their feet, destined for greatness and in need of control.
I’m the girl from the ghetto with nothing to offer and as defiant as they come.
They say it doesn’t matter, that I’m one of them now, and nothing could ever change that. Not even me, should I dare try.
But they’re wrong.
They underestimate how far I’ll go to protect them.
Trouble is coming...and they have no idea

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Excerpt
“Hello, Raven.”
Unease washes over me, but I force my eyes back to the court, and sure as shit, amongst the crazy, Maddoc and Captain both spotted the piece of shit move my way.
“What do you want, Perkins?”
“I got a very interesting transfer slip on my desk this morning, Ms. Carver.”
I freeze, and I’m pretty sure my eyes widen, because Maddoc’s frown deepens, but he takes off, the ball now in his possession and I shift to see him better.
In the same second, Perkins lays his hand on my arm, and I spin, yanking away from him.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spit through clenched teeth and a mocking laugh leaves him.
The crowd groans and when my eyes flash back to the court, Maddoc’s hands are swiping down his face in frustration, the ball now with the opposing team as the final buzzer sounds.
“Thanks for all your help, Ms. Carver.”
“Don’t get it twisted. I’d never do a damn thing to purposely help you.”
He steps down, turning back to face me as he does. “You have a good night.
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Blog Tour + Exclusive Excerpt | The Empire by Lisa Renee Jones

2019. március 12., kedd

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The third and final book in the Filthy Trilogy - Eric and Harper's stunning finale... Passion. Lies. Family. Eric and Harper will feel the push and pull of a dynasty gone wrong. Secrets remain. Danger is everywhere. And the pull of their forbidden love will not be ignored. Can they survive their enemies and find a path to love and forever?


In life, there are people who touch our lives and leave lasting marks. There are people who cut us and do so in a way that we feel as if we might never heal. If we’re lucky, we find that one person who can soothe the ache of our wounds, if not heal them. That one person who sees our flaws as perfection. That one person who can make us whole again. 

 Eric shoves me against the wall of that alcove, and with that window beside us, overlooking the city, his big body pressed to mine, his kiss not only devours me—it speaks to me. He’s my one person and I’m his. I feel that in his touch. I feel that in the way we connect. I taste it in his kiss. I don’t know where this leads us. I don’t know if it means we can overcome the Kingston family, but I know we can overcome his demons. He doesn’t, though. I taste that in his kiss as well. There is torment, a feeling like he’s bad for me. That he shouldn’t want me and the only comfort I find in this and where we’re headed is that he isn’t pushing me away—he’s pulling me closer. And I will hold him tighter. 

 I sink into the hard lines of his body, slide my hands under his shirt, hard muscle flexing beneath my palms, the thick ridge of his erection pressed to my belly. God, how I want him, how I ache for more, and the next lick of his tongue just about undoes me.  I tug on his shirt. “Take it off,” I order, wanting to feel him closer. 

 He reaches over his head and tugs it free and then fixes me in one of those scorching blue-eyed stares, the way he had the first night we met, and I’m melting right here in this office for him. He tugs my shirt over my head and unhooks the front of my bra, his gaze raking over my naked breasts, my nipples puckering beneath his inspection, and my sex clenching, empty, so very empty without him. “Better?” he challenges, his attention settling on my face. 

 My hands come down on his upper arms, the jaguar on his right shoulder, reminding me just how much he wants to deny his heritage. It reminds me just how much this family burns him alive. “A little.” I slide my hands down his hips and boldly stroke the line of his zipper, the thick ridge of his erection. 

 He groans, one of his hands covering my hand, the other hand catching my hair, a rough pull as his mouth closes down on mine again. And then he’s devouring me again and I love it. I love that I’ve drawn this deep, guttural reaction from him. I love that he’s all here with me, not in his own head, not doubting how good he is for me. Not swimming in the ocean of numbers in his head. Not in the hell of the Kingston family. 

 This drives me. I want to push him. I want to keep him here, with me. I squeeze his erection through his pants and whisper, “Why aren’t you inside me already?”

 He turns me, pressing me to the wall like he had in the cottage, his big body wrapping my body, his hands on my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples, lips at my ear. “You were always sweeter than revenge,” he promises. “Always more addictive.” He plucks at my nipples. “So fucking addictive and I hated you for that.”

 He reaches for my zipper and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t have to ask what he means. I understand. From the moment we met, he was in my head, in my heart, his touch imprinted on my body. The man I compared all others to, and they came up short. “I hated you, too.”

 His hands press under the denim at my hips. He caresses them down my legs and then his arm is wrapping my waist and he’s lifting me. In a few quick moves, I’m naked and he’s standing at my hips, one palm possessively on my backside. The other on my belly.  “Do you hate me now?”  His fingers walk down to my sex and he cups me.

 “Yes.” I look at him. “I still hate you for having this much control over me.” He slides his fingers along the seam of my sex, sending sensations darting through my body.

 “Is that a bad thing?” he challenges, his palm squeezing my backside, his fingers slipping inside me.

 “Yes,” I say, panting my way through that one word and somehow adding, “Because when I look in your eyes, like I am now, I see expectations. The wrong ones.”

 He scowls and suddenly he’s turning me, pressing my back to the wall, his legs caging mine. “What does that mean?” he demands. 

 “It means as long as you expect to hurt me, as long as you expect you being a savant, you being different from me, to make us less, we will be. It means, you expect us to fail and so we will.” I swallow hard, my hand planting on his chest, his heart thundering beneath my palm, pounding out an emotional beat. “You think I can’t handle who and what you are. You still think I’m the princess and you’re the bastard.”

 He tangles his fingers into my hair, his touch rough, erotic, as he drags my lips to his. “We are the bastard and the princess, but I don’t care anymore. I want you. I fucking need you. Do you understand me?”

 Heat rushes over me, through my body, over my skin and settles in my heart and my sex. “I fucking need you, too.”

 “Good, because I might have asked you to stay, but I never intended to let you go. I’m not going to let you go. I’m not going to let us go.”


 THE BASTARD (book one) - Available Now
THE PRINCESS (book two) - Available Now
THE EMPIRE (book three) - Available Now

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Excerpt + #ARCReview + Blog Tour | Sweet Liar by Laurelin Paige

2019. március 1., péntek

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Sweet Liar (Dirty Sweet #1) by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: February 26th, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance


NOW AVAILABLE!!
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British ad exec Dylan Locke isn't looking for love. He isn't looking for fate. He's definitely not looking for Audrey Lind. She's pretty, far too young, and overly romantic--in short, exhausting.
But when the girl, young enough to be his daughter, literally lands in his lap and asks for his expertise, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. In her body, in her innocence, in her philosophy.
In the kind of kismet that starts with kisses.
But Audrey isn't looking for love either--she's looking for lessons, and she's certain Dylan knows everything she needs to learn.
Then again, he might be lying.
If he agrees to play the teacher can he keep his heart?
Of course he can.


EXCERPT
Too bad she was that kind of girl. The kind of girl who wanted a man to love her before she lifted her skirt. God, she was young. Younger than whatever ridiculous young age she actually was. I’d sworn off love years ago, but not sex. Never sex. And Audrey Lind was all sorts of temptation, the kind I knew better to stay away from. She was too romantic. She was too American. She was too young. Much too young. I was definitely old enough to be her father. Probably. Definitely. I didn’t want to think about that. “I’m pretty sure I can convince you kismet exists too, if you’ll just do one thing.” “What’s that?” “Kiss me.” I was alone. I would always be alone. I was a girl who felt things. Dylan was polite, but he wasn’t nice. I thought she’d be less dangerous in the sunlight. I was wrong. She was sex on heels, and I was a goner. Audrey Lind: Part wildling, part devil, part innocent, all contradiction. I wanted to kiss her again. Because she had perfect plump lips. Because she tasted like honey. Because she was warm and the night was cold, and I’d been in the dark for so long. Colliding into her had been like crashing into sunshine. She made me feel warm in places that had been cold for oh, so long. “I can’t decide if I need to shelter you, or if I should show you off.” I stretched her and filled her and punished her pussy for being so perfect, so tight, so inexperienced I fucked her like I’d paid for the hour. “I’ve never watched anyone watch me like you’re watching me now.”


This story is different than Laurelin's other books. It's sweet and easy, but forbidden. We can read from Dylan and Audrey's POV. I liked these characters so much. Audrey is a sweet; She looks like innocent young girl. But she is too seductive and 19 years younger than him. And Dylan, oh Dylan! He is a perfect gentleman, he deeps out of reach of his desires. He is struggling with his desires. But the victory of the desires is over him in the end. Whatever, Audrey won. 

If you want a sweet but hot and sexy story, dont wait any longer take your hands Laurelin Paige's book. 



About the Author:

With over 2.4 million books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. Her international success started with her very first series, the Fixed Trilogy, which, alone, has sold over 1 million copies, and earned her the coveted #1 spot on Amazon’s bestseller list in the U.S., U.K., Canada, and Australia, simultaneously. This title also was named in People magazine as one of the top 10 most downloaded books of 2014. She’s also been #1 over all books at the Apple Book Store with more than one title in more than one country. She’s published both independently and with MacMillan’s St. Martin’s Press and Griffin imprints as well as many other publishers around the world including Harper Collins in Germany and Hachette/Little Brown in the U.K. With her edgy, trope-flipped stories of smart women and strong men, she’s managed to secure herself among today’s romance royalty.
Paige has a Bachelor’s degree in Musical Theater and a Masters of Business Administration with a Marketing emphasis, and she credits her writing success to what she learned from both programs, though she’s also an avid learner, constantly trying to challenge her mind with new and exciting ideas and concepts. While she loves psychological thrillers and witty philosophical books and entertainment, she is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.


Connect with Laurelin Paige: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LaurelinPaige/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2knJOrx Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7056140.Laurelin_Paige Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/laurelin-paige Twitter: @LaurelinPaige Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thereallaurelinpaige/ Facebook Fan Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/HudsonPierce/ Website: http://www.laurelinpaige.com Never miss an update! Subscribe to Laurelin’s mailing list: Newsletter: http://bit.ly/LaurelinNews Text PAIGE to 21000


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Blog Tour - Birds of Paradise by Anne Malcom

2018. május 15., kedd

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Today we have the blog tour for Anne Malcom’s BIRDS OF PARADISE! We are so excited to share this new title with you—be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Birds of Paradise

Author: Anne Malcom

About Birds of Paradise:

I was trapped in the house with a man that had meant to kill me. Might very well still mean to kill me. But not by locked doors, force, or ropes or chains. Not physical ones at least. The man who very well might kill me gave me the impression that he wanted nothing more than for me to walk out that door. I was not his captive. I was my own. I could very well die here. If there was anything left worth killing. If there was anything left in me that wanted to live. He collected dead things, after all. And with every day that passed, I found myself wanting to stay, even if that meant I was part of his collection of dead things. Especially if I was part of collection.  

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Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her book addiction. It started with magical journeys into the world of Hogwarts and Middle Earth, then as she grew up her reading tastes grew with her. Her obsession with books and romance novels in particular gave Anne the opportunity to find another passion, writing. Finding writing about alpha males and happily ever afters more fun than reading about them, Anne is not about to stop any time soon. Raised in small town New Zealand, Anne had a truly special childhood, growing up in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She has backpacked across Europe, ridden camels in the Sahara, eaten her way through Italy, and had all sorts of crazy adventures. For now, she's back at home in New Zealand and quite happy. But who knows when the travel bug will bite her again.

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