NEW RELEASE!! Saint by JB Salsbury ~ Sarah A’s Review

Milo sold his soul to the devil to save an angel.
Now he’s after revenge.

There are worse prisons than the lush estate of a notorious drug smuggler in Mexico. Mercy lives out her days alone and hidden from the world, but her sleep is riddled with nightmares of the muti and all the boys and girls just like her who weren’t lucky enough to get away.

If the people who kept her as a child are in Mexico, is it possible she could find them?

What starts as vigilante justice unravels a web of human trafficking deeper and darker than Milo and Mercy could’ve imagined. When she comes face-to-face with the people she once considered family, she proves she is far from the Angel they raised her to be.

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Sometimes you read a book where the world is so beautifully constructed, the situations so meticulously plotted, the characters so wonderfully formed you have no choice but sit in awe of the beauty of all of it. When I first read Ghostgirl, I experienced that and, somehow, JB Salsbury was able to continue to expand on all of that intrigue and wonder into Saint and make me love her and the characters even more.

I’ve only ever read one other book about albinism and the implications the condition can have on the people born with it. Both stories opened my eyes to the horrific consequences these children suffer because of something they have absolutely no control over. Books with messages about social issues, especially those we don’t frequently encounter, always affect me profoundly. I loved that Mercy was able to confront, overcome, and find her purpose in spite of – or maybe because of – the people who wanted to exploit her because of her coloring.

Mercy and Milo forged such an unbreakable and somewhat unlikely bond in Ghostgirl, the Angel and the spawn of evil, but their love was so pure, their devotion so complete I never for a second doubted they were anything but fated, and that soul-deep connection was only strengthened and proved without a doubt in Saint. Milo showed Mercy her strengths and worth lay far beyond what she’s been brainwashed into thinking her entire life, and she gave him the unadulterated love and concern he’d needed to know he deserved. Watching each of them blossom and become the truest and best versions of themselves throughout these novels was sublime.

Saint is the second book in JB Salsbury’s Mercy duet. It can not be read as a standalone; it is the continuation of Mercy and Milo’s story, which began in Ghostgirl. Their story is complete in this book, though I would love to see at least one more book in this world. Saint is written in dual first-person perspective, narrated by Mercy and Milo.

JB Salsbury has completely won me over as a reader with this duet. Her world building was so phenomenal and made me feel like I was right there experiencing everything right along with the characters. The characters she created in the Mercy duet were so perfectly flawed and sympathetic I physically reacted to the pain and emotions they experienced. Ms. Salsbury is an extraordinary storyteller, and I can’t wait to see what else she has in store for her readers in the future.

She was brainwashed into believing she could save mankind.

Now, she’s the one who needs saving.

Abandoned with his two younger brothers, Milo Vega was placed in foster care. Now a twenty-year-old high-school senior covered in gang tattoos and working as the school’s janitor, he is living a life vastly different from the one he was destined for.

When another foster joins the family, this one from the psychiatric facility, Milo’s skeptical. A rare genetic condition makes her unlike any girl he’s ever seen, and he wants nothing to do with the one he calls Ghostgirl.

Despite his reluctance, his protective instincts flare when she enrolls in school, and eventually, an unlikely friendship grows between them. When a tragic event snaps her fragile psyche, Milo is faced with the possibility of never seeing her again.

Unless he risks it all to save her.

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Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance propelled her career as an author.

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Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

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I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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The Pope was a decadent thrill ride that kept me glued to the pages and had my heart racing with all the secrets and insanity. I’ve read a lot of forbidden romances, all different types including some involving priests, but the twists in The Pope were entirely new and fresh. I was simultaneously enraptured and horrified by all of it.

The Pope was wicked in the best way possible. Usually romances are about making the people better, having them find their light in the dark. The Pope took another path, Judas saw the darkness in Delilah and knew helping her embrace that piece of herself would free her from the constraints she was holding herself under. Watching that immorality blossom in her was disturbingly satisfying and made me feel a strange sense of fulfillment that she’d finally found her place in the world, no matter whether it was socially acceptable or not.

If you’re familiar with Bible stories at all the significance of the characters’ names, Delilah and Judas, is immediately evident. I loved how Ms. Lovell injected the biblical characters into the personalities of the leads in this story. There were wonderful parallels that came into play as far as both Delilah and Judas’ betrayals of things they held dear to their hearts. It was a glorious tie-in, and I really appreciated it.

LP Lovell has slowly but surely won me over with her dark, depraved romances. She’s found a balance between the things we as humans find inherently wrong and the beauty of love and romance under any circumstances. I find myself craving her twisted worlds and treacherous storylines because they are so fascinating and engrossing.

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NOW LIVE!! Temptation by Micalea Smeltzer ~ Sarah A’s Review

temp·ta·tion
a desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise.

After the death of my boyfriend, my whole world is tossed upside down. I lose not only him but my home and, suddenly, nothing is the same.

Then I meet him.

Siva.

My savior.

He’s dark and brooding, the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever known. Somehow, though, I’m able to see the light in him that no one else can. He tempts me ever closer, my heart reaching out to him, even while my mind shouts out me to stay away.

That it’s too soon.

That it’s wrong.

But when temptation becomes too strong, who am I to resist?

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A few years ago I went on a Micalea Smeltzer reading-spree, and I fell in love with her work, then I’m not sure what happened, but she fell off my radar – probably Facebook logarithms kept her off my newsfeed, and I was inundated with other stuff.  After reading Temp·ta·tion, I’m kicking myself for not being more proactive and searching out her new releases before now.  I was utterly engrossed in Sloane and Siva’s story from the beginning, and I loved every moment of their journey.

Both Sloane and Siva traveled a rough and pothole-filled road to find their happiness.  There were moments that were gut-wrenching, some that were heartbreaking, and others that were beautifully poignant and heartwarming.  Temp·ta·tion ran me through the complete spectrum of human emotion and left me feeling fulfilled and beatific when I was finished.

Sloane and Siva both grew and healed so much throughout Temp·ta·tion.  They both learned who they were, what place their pasts should play in their presents, and, more than anything, they learned how to forgive themselves and find love and happiness.  It was all the more touching that they were able to discover those things in the wake of all the loss and trauma they’d experienced in their lives.

There were a few things I wish were a little different in this book, but nothing that took away from the overall experience of the story.  Sometimes the timeline was a bit nebulous, and I would have liked it to have been tightened up a little.  There was also one scene not told in the same voice as the rest of the novel that felt unnecessary and took away some of the intrigue of the climax; I wish I hadn’t read it and had been able to rely on the other foreshadowing to anticipate what was in store for Siva and Sloane.

Micalea Smeltzer amazes me, though I only know surface details of her struggles, the fact that she continues to press on and produce this caliber of work says a lot about her abilities and work ethic.  Her writing is emotional and engrossing; I found myself feeling exactly what her characters were experiencing time and again as I was reading.  I have promised myself I’ll not let myself go years without reading her work and plan to keep Ms. Smeltzer on my must read list.

PROLOGUE

I always knew death would touch my life at some point.

It’s inevitable, really.

We all die after all.

I guess I never expected it to be the man I loved—or if it was, I expected us to be old and gray in our beds.

But life had other plans, and now Devak is gone, and I’m … I’m numb.

I wiggle around on the hard pew, trying to get more comfortable. It doesn’t work.

The man at the podium drones on and on.

About nothing.

About everything.

About life.

About death.

Devak wouldn’t have liked this. He was a simple man. He wouldn’t appreciate so much fussing over him, and he definitely wouldn’t appreciate his step-mother blubbering her eyes out in the front pew.

His father, Rajas, pats his wife’s back in comfort.

It takes all my energy not to roll my eyes.

Although, I guess I’m bitter since they stuck me in the back like I’m unimportant. Since Devak and I weren’t married, Rajas and his wife, Lila, consider me null and void now. They never liked me. They thought me to only be a thieving American, after his money and name. They couldn’t be more wrong. I truly love Devak. Loved. I loved him. Past tense. I nearly choked. It didn’t seem right to be thinking of him in the past tense.

The man speaking finishes and everyone stands.

Everyone except me, that is. My legs feel like they weigh five-hundred pounds.

Probably five-hundred pounds of tears.

I haven’t cried, not once, since I got the news Devak was killed in the car accident. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I will the tears to come now, as Lila and Rajas take one last look at Devak, but nothing happens.

All that exists is the numbness.

Rajas looks sadly at his youngest and favorite son, gone from this world too soon. Dev has—had—an older brother, but I’ve never met him. I’ve never even seen a photo of him. He’s something of a pariah.

Although, if Rajas were my father maybe I’d be the same way. The man takes the word overbearing to another level.

Though, I never really understood why Dev didn’t talk about his brother.

He didn’t talk about his mother much either except to say she left shortly after his brother stopped coming around.

I look around the people still gathered in the church, and no one looks like they could be his mother or brother.

They probably don’t even know Dev’s gone, and it makes me sad. They deserve to know, though I’m sure Rajas would disagree.

Several people eye me, and I see Rajas say something to one of them. I’m sure it isn’t anything nice. If he’d ever actually bothered to get to know me he would’ve seen how much I loved his son.

They could think what they wanted, though, since I knew my love for him was true.

I wasn’t in the habit of caring what people thought of me. I learned a long time ago the opinion of others was useless.

The church emptied, and I was left alone with a somber Rajas and Lila, both of them looking at me like I was a speck of dirt they wanted to wipe off their designer shoes.

Rajas is tall and handsome like Devak.  He’s full Indian with dark caramel skin and inky black hair. His eyes are as dark as his hair, and his mouth is almost always set in a frown. He has a regal air about him, like royalty, though he’s not.

Lila has pale skin, light blond hair, and lifeless blue eyes. She’s the complete opposite of his first wife, Isla. I’d only ever seen a picture of the woman, but she was beautiful, with black hair, olive skin, and violet colored eyes.

“Sloane,” Rajas says sternly.

“Sir,” I address him. I’m not allowed to call him Rajas, or even Mr. Kapur.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his eyes raking over me where I sit, picking apart my black dress and shoes I’m sure.

“Sitting,” I say sarcastically, since it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.

I’m not normally so short with him, since I usually want to impress him, but with Devak gone I can’t bring myself to care. What’s the point anymore?

He starts to smile but it quickly disappears when he catches himself. He clears his throat. “Aren’t you leaving?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Not yet. I’m not ready to leave,” I answer honestly. I need another moment with Dev. This is my last chance with him.

Lila stands slightly behind her husband, peering over his shoulder at me.

Rajas clears his throat. “Don’t be too long.”

I nod as he straightens his suit jacket.

“I won’t be much longer.”

Stiffly, he takes Lila’s hand and starts for the doors. I watch them leave. Rajas pauses at the door and looks back for one last look at his son. He looks heartbroken, and while he might be a raging asshole to me, I think he truly loved his son—well, at least the one.

He shakes his head and places his hand on Lila’s waist, ushering her out the door.

The heavy doors bang closed and I’m finally alone with Dev.

I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and bury my face in my hands.

One tear.

All I ask is for one tear.

One tear for the man I love.

I get nothing.

“Oh, Dev,” I whisper into the empty church. “Why has this happened?”

Of course no one answers.

Time passes slowly as I sit, and still no tears come even as I beg—beg to feel something besides this emptiness now residing in my chest.

The doors behind me open, and I jump to a standing position, thinking it’s Rajas come to tell me my time is up.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I stammer, my head bowed as I grab my coat. “I was going.”

“Oh?” responds a voice I don’t recognize but feels entirely familiar at the same time.

“What the—?” My head shoots up and my eyes connect with violet ones. I nearly choke on my tongue because the guy is gorgeous.

He narrows his eyes on me, his two dark brows drawing together. He’s handsome, it’s undeniable. His black hair is brushed away from his face and his skin is a beautiful honey color, and I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. His face is chiseled, with full lips, and a dimple in his chin. He’s tall, easily six-feet, but I’d say taller, and lean but still well built so it’s clear he works out. His dress shirt clings to his chest and his gray dress pants hang delectably on his hips.

And I’m checking out a guy at my boyfriend’s funeral. Just fucking great.

The man stalks toward me slowly, his brows still drawn together, giving him an angry look. Each step is slow and deliberate like he’s stalking a frightened deer.

I probably do look like a deer caught in headlights.

“You are?” he asks in a British accent.

My hands wring together. His intensity has me unnerved. “Sloane,” I reply.

Sloane,” he repeats, testing out my name on my tongue. He makes a face, and I’m not sure he likes the flavor. His unusual violet eyes narrow on me. “What are you doing here?”

I swallow thickly. “I’m attending my boyfriend’s funeral.”

He looks around at the empty room and then back at me, as if to make a point.

I clear my throat. “Everyone … uh … left.”

“But not you?” He stares at me like I’m some fascinating exotic bird he’s just discovered. I have news for him—I’m not interesting.

I look to the floor, my shoes, anything but his inquisitive violet eyes that seem to see too much. “They don’t like me,” I finally respond. “I wanted a moment alone.”

His laugh fills the air, and it surprises me. I get the impression this isn’t a man who laughs a lot. “We have that in common, Sloane.”

“What?” I asked stupidly.

“They don’t like me either,” he whispers conspiratorially, like he’s letting me in on some sort of secret.

“Why?” I ask, my eyes roaming over him. He looks familiar, so much like Dev, but I know I’ve never met him before.

He shrugs. “Because I dare to go against the grain. I find rules are meant for breaking.”

“Who are you?” I finally ask, in awe of him.

I feel like he’s put a spell on me or something.

“Siva,” he answers.

My eyes narrow in thought. I know his name—but how?

My mouth pops open as clarity hits me.

Oh.

Siva … as in Siva Kapur.

Dev’s brother is back.

Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know.  My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music and hedgehogs have taken over my life.

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NEW RELEASE!! The Simple Life by Tara Sivec ~ Sarah A’s Review

Brooklyn Manning thought her life was perfect in every way, until it crumbled down around her and turned into a dumpster fire. With her pride wounded and her tail tucked between her legs, she leaves New York and goes back to her tiny hometown of White Timber, Montana.

No more twenty-four-hour taco trucks, no more shopping at the best designer stores within walking distance, no more giving taxi drivers the finger when they angrily honk at her. She didn’t think it could get any worse. But then Clint Hastings walked into the room and insulted her.

Her arch nemesis from high school is no longer a nerdy computer whiz, masturbating to pictures in PC World magazine in his free time (allegedly). He’s grown up to be a hot-as-hell cowboy, and she has no other choice but to be a smart ass right back to him. After all, it’s what they do. It’s what they’ve always done, and twelve years apart hasn’t changed anything.

Only this time, getting under each other’s skin is a hell of a lot more fun than it used to be.

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When I started the prologue of this book, I thought Brooklyn was a vacuous, stuck-up, nightmare.  I wasn’t sold on her, but I knew Tara Sivec would deliver and I needed to see Brooklyn be better than my initial impression.  I wasn’t disappointed.  Her growth arc was terrific, and I was quite happy to see her come to realize that the illusion of something doesn’t always translate when you’re able to look back and take in the full picture impartially.  Brooklyn changed, grew, learned a lot about herself, and completely redeemed herself in my eyes.

I loved the snarky, silly mutual harassment Brooklyn and Clint engaged in; especially that it didn’t end once things became more serious and caring between them.  Their humor and good-natured ribbing were what made them such a great couple, and I was so happy they didn’t quit in fear of hurting their partner.  They were really a wonderful couple and that they could be 100% themselves around each other made their connection that much more special.

For all the humor in The Simple Life, there were also plenty of incredibly poignant moments.  Tara Sivec spun some challenging situations into Brooklyn and Clint’s lives with grace and allowed them to grow and learn from them in beautiful, organic ways.  I was especially fond of the mirroring of Brooklyn’s childhood with that of Clint’s daughters; it gave them something pivotal to build their relationship on and made their bond stronger than it may have been otherwise.

Tara Sivec is about the only person who I look forward to reading romcoms from.  Even when the comedy is a little too on the nose for me, she finds a way to turn it into something smart and relevant to the characters.  I love that she weaves heavier subject matter into her romcoms and allows those emotional situations time to breathe and develop without bringing the levity of tempo of the book down.

Tara Sivec is a USA Today best-selling author, wife, mother, chauffeur, maid, short-order cook, babysitter, and sarcasm expert. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and looks forward to the day when all three of them become adults and move out.

After working in the brokerage business for fourteen years, Tara decided to pick up a pen and write instead of shoving it in her eye out of boredom. She writes in a wide range of genres including Romantic Comedy, Romantic Comedy/Mystery, Romantic Suspense, New Adult Drama, Contemporary Romance and Psychological Thriller. Her novel Seduction and Snacks won first place in the Indie Romance Convention Reader’s Choice Awards 2013 for Best Indie First Book and she was voted Best Indie Author in the Indie Romance Convention Reader’s Choice Awards 2014.

In her spare time, Tara loves to dream about all of the baking she’ll do and naps she’ll take when she ever gets spare time.

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NEW RELEASE!! Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell

We’re celebrating the release of Cards of Love: THE POPE by LP Lovell! One-Click today!

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
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Long Live the Beautiful Hearts by Emma Scott ~ Sarah A’s Review

Never again would I allow my heart to become the plaything of someone else. 
Never again would I let a man (or men) come between me and my goals. 
Never again would I love without feeling the fullness of that love in return. 
Not until I knew it was real. And if that took me a lifetime to find, so be it. 

Those were my vows, and after all that had happened with Connor and Weston, I was determined to keep them. To protect my heart. 
And then he came home, and my vows became his promises.

He held my heart in his hands with reverence and care. 
He helped me find my soul’s greatest purpose in life. 
He loved me with a love so pure and vibrant, I knew I’d never feel anything like it in a hundred lifetimes. 
It was real.

Until it wasn’t. 
Until it all came crashing down when I discovered the deep love I thought I’d found was nestled in a web of lies—so soft and silken I hadn’t noticed it was there.
Until it was too late.

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Long Live the Beautiful Hearts is the emotional, heart-wrenching conclusion to the Beautiful Hearts Duet by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL LOVE TRIANGLE #confusedhearts #notamenage 
THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE. It should not be read without first reading Bring Down the Stars

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I’m again left without the words to accurately convey my thoughts and feelings about this duet from Emma Scott. Long Live the Beautiful Hearts was so exquisite and moving, I could nary rip myself away from the pages, I felt like I owed it to myself and the characters to ensure they found their strength and happiness before I put the book down.

Long Live the Beautiful Hearts transcended the romance genre and became something more. It was tragic and hopeful, full of loss, healing, and finding happiness. Autumn and her men had all been broken in so many ways before this book, and in the opening chapters of Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, they each had so much to overcome, to relearn, to accept. Watching them navigate the turbulent waters of lives and situations they’d never anticipating was heartwrenching at times, but it was also beautiful to see them begin to accept and thrive in their new normals.

The love story that began in Bring Down the Stars was more than just a love story between a man and a woman; it explored the love between two men who were closer than brothers, a love manipulated for the purest reasons, and a love that had been concealed and denied to protect something precious. The dynamics by the three people in this beautiful and complicated love triangle was unique and compelling. I was completely entranced by every word on every page of both books in this duet. I’ve never read anything like it, and I feel like a more compassionate person having had the privilege of reading these words and seeing the world from a view I’d never considered.

Long Live the Beautiful Hearts is the second book in Emma Scott’s Beautiful Hearts duet. This book is not a standalone and must be read after Bring Down the Stars. There is one more companion novella coming from this world, focusing on another couple introduced in this book. Long Live the Beautiful Hearts is written in dual first-person perspective.

The Beautiful Hearts duet is my first experience reading Emma Scott’s work. I am so blown away by her skill in these books; I can’t adequately convey how deeply her words affected me. Not only was her prose among some of the most stunning I’ve read, but the story itself was also so engaging and poignant I’m not sure when was the last time I experienced something so vital and magnificent. With these books, Ms. Scott has quickly and easily earned herself a place at the top of my must-read list.

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow. 

I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away. 

But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

Bring Down the Stars is book one in Emma Scott’s Beautiful Hearts duet

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Cruel Money by KA Linde ~ COVER REVEAL

Lose yourself to the dark and glamorous underbelly of the Upper East Side in USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde’s new billionaire romance Cruel Trilogy.

She was supposed to be a one night stand.

A way to sate my sexual appetite.

I let her glimpse the man I am. The face that I hide behind my carefully cultivated life.

But she ripped open that divide–and there’s no going back.

Now, she’s here. In my city.

I don’t care that I’m Manhattan royalty and she’s the help.

Only that she’s living in my summer home. With me.

And I want more.

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TITLE: Cruel Money
AUTHOR: KA Linde
SERIES: Cruel trilogy
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: January 22, 2019

K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.

She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.

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Dream by Carly Phillips ~ Sarah A’s Review

Dream an all-new emotional and romantic standalone from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carly Phillips is NOW AVAILABLE!

She was his best friend, his first love. And she broke his heart. Now she’s back. Will they find a second chance?

As a little girl, Andrea Harmon wanted to marry a prince, and Kyle Davenport hoped it would be him. But he never told her how he felt, and lost her as a result. Because sometimes the bad guy gets the girl. And Kyle left town to get over her.

Andi made the wrong choice years ago, choosing the bad boy over the best friend she trusted and she paid for it every day since.

Coming face to face with his former best friend was bound to happen once he moved back to Rosewood Bay, but for Kyle, becoming her son’s new teacher is a painful reminder of what they never had. But this time around, Kyle is determined to change their ending. Prince Charming is determined to break down her walls.

Except that no happily-ever-after is won without a fight—and her ex-husband doesn’t like to lose.

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After reading the previous three books in this series, I was so ecstatic to get to spend a little more time in Rosewood Bay.  Dream didn’t quite have the same quality as its predecessors, however.  The story and dialogue felt forced, and there were several an entire scene felt awkward and unnecessary.

Andi had intrigued me in the previous books she’d appeared in, Breathe and Fearless, and I was eager to get her story.  Once I got it, I was disappointed.  She had great moments of strength and fortitude, but there were also plenty of times when I felt like she was whiny and woe-is-me.  I had hoped for so much more from her.

For the most part, I did love the friends-to-enemies-to-lovers relationship between Andi and Kyle.  I could feel real care and connection between them.  They had obviously loved one another on some level for most of their lives, and it was wonderful to see them reconcile after so many years of hard feelings and being forced to stay apart.

I have a lot of wishes for this book, and all of them have to do with the writing.  I’m not sure what happened, because I am usually a big fan of Ms. Phillips writing, but there was a lot of stilted dialogue, periods of telling not showing, and strange asides and unnecessary descriptions of irrelevant things.  I just wish Dream was more in keeping with the quality of books I expect from the author.

“I didn’t mean to drag you away from Kimberly. You two seemed to be hitting it off.”

He didn’t pull his hand away from her face, struck by the tinge of something in her voice. Jealousy? And if so, why did it please him that she cared?

“Kimberly was like a leech who wouldn’t let go. She even used her sick brother’s story to hang on to me. I wasn’t doing anything more than offering sympathy,” he said, opting for the truth.

Andi blinked, unmistakable relief in her pretty brown eyes. “Really?”

“Did it bother you when you thought I was into her?” he heard himself asking, knowing he hadn’t planned to go down this road, but the attraction between them was a real, tangible thing.

His fingers itched to run through her thick, wavy hair, and he couldn’t tear his gaze from her glossed lips as she ran her tongue nervously over them. Not to mention the energy it took not to look down at her full breasts beneath the jersey.

“Would it upset you if I said it did? That watching you with her stirred up feelings that took me by surprise?”

“I shouldn’t want you, Andi. You hurt me. Took a fucking knife to my heart. But that was in the past. And what’s going on now between us is the present.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the past alive despite them both wanting to put it behind them. But everything inside him was pulled toward her now, drawn to her fragile strength and beauty.

He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers. Warm and giving, her soft lips moved beneath his. His hand slid around her jaw, tilting her head, giving him better access as his tongue delved into her mouth and tangled with hers. Finally, finally, finally, finally. His heart beat out the word in rapid rhythm, a long-held desire coming true as her kiss turned him inside out.

He explored the deep recesses of her mouth, tasting her essence, aware of his body’s reaction, the swell of his cock behind his jeans, the spike in adrenaline, the racing of his pulse.

Despite the pain, the anger, the hurt, this was the girl of his dreams and she was in his arms, eagerly accepting his kiss. He slid his hand into her hair, grasping the thick strands between his fingers and tugging as the kiss turned hotter and he backed her against the vanity, his waist flush against hers, his hard erection cradled between her thighs. His cock throbbed with unappeased need, desire flowing between them.

Until a hard knock sounded on the door, startling them into breaking apart. She looked at him, wide-eyed, the surprise etched in her face as strong as the shock rippling through him.

“Be right out,” he called to the person on the other side of the door.

He glanced at Andi, her face now flushed a bright red. “There’s no way to avoid walking out together, is there?” she asked.

“Whether you go first or last, whoever it is heard my voice.” Her blush deepened.

“Well, then here’s to giving them something more to talk about.”

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Carly Phillips is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels, including the Indie published, Dare to Love Series. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.

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Defiance of the Heart by Monica James ~ Sarah A’s Review

For never was there a story of more woe than that of Holland Brooks and her Romeo…

For as long as I can remember, London Sinclair was the boy who was forbidden. It didn’t matter that he made my heart skip a beat. Our surnames fated us to be sworn enemies. But when the truth was finally revealed, my life changed forever.

Lies have shaped our past, leaving London and me to pick up the pieces. But through the chaos, one thing is certain—I love London, and he loves me, and we won’t allow anyone to tear us apart again.

However, life has a funny way of proving us wrong.

As we attempt to make amends for the past ten years, we soon discover that the ghosts of our past will do anything to drive us apart. We are once again surrounded by deceit and betrayal, testing us in ways we never imagined.

When I’m faced with a proposition to end this heartache once and for all, I blindly agree. That decision changes everything, and I soon learn that those who act in haste create their own destruction.

Does love really triumph all? Or will London and I succumb to what was always written in the stars?

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After reading a few books that I just didn’t connect with I was afraid I was broken.  In fact, I’d loved Absinthe of the Heart so much I was reluctant to start Defiance for fear that I would have a hard time getting into it, too.  I should have known better, Defiance of the Heart was everything I hoped it would be and pulled me right out of the rut I’d dug myself into.

Defiance of the Heart was just as much of an emotional roller coaster as Absinthe was but in an entirely different way.  The insanity of dealing with all the outside influences that had affected Holland and London’s relationship in the past and were still attempting to sabotage their love and happiness was more than any two people should have to overcome.  I loved that, even when they were dealing with all the awful things being thrown at them, I never felt like their love faltered.  It was bigger than anything that could be used against them, and it was beautiful to see.

The plot of Defiance of the Heart was absolutely compelling.  I was so engrossed with London and Holland’s journey to normalcy and happiness I could barely put the book down to deal with real life.  I was so enraptured with their fight against everyone who should have loved and supported them that I almost felt like I was right there in the trenches with them, choosing the love they’d denied for years over the pressures of their parent’s pasts.

I’ve read over a hundred books since I had read Absinthe of the Heart and was a little worried that I’d have time recalling all the intricacies of the story, but Ms. James did a fabulous job of subtly reminding me of all the important things I needed to remember.  It was a lovely courtesy, and I doubt anyone who was reading the books back to back would even realize that little trail of breadcrumbs of the past was even included.

Defiance of the Heart is the second book in Monica James’ Sins of the Heart series.  These books are not standalones but a duet chronicling one couple’s love story and the lengths they have to go to to find their happily ever after.  Defiance of the Heart is written in first-person perspective, narrated by Holland.

Absinthe Of The Heart by Monica James is the first book in the Sins of the Heart series. 

Two households, unlike in dignity, in the City of Angels is where we lay our scene…

London Sinclair was the boy my mother warned me about for as long as I can remember. His name alone has brought my family nothing but shame and suffering, so it’s no surprise we’ve been sworn enemies since the first moment we met.

With his bedroom eyes and cocky smile, he has all the girls under his spell. I have one more year of school left, and then I’m home free because I’m guarding a secret, one I’m ashamed to keep.

The boy who is completely off-limits is the one who drives me, Holland Brooks, wild. I want London, and I think…he wants me, too.

Some may compare it to a Shakespearian tragedy, as our surnames have fated our future, but when a single night changes my life forever, I can’t leave the City of Angels fast enough.

Ten years later, I have atoned for my sins and return to Los Angeles a changed woman. I’ve come home to get married. But the moment London walks back into my life, one thing is clear. Ten years can’t undo that night—that single, sinful night when I gave into temptation—because I want to do it again.

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Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.

When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.

She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.

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Neron Rising by Keary Taylor ~ COVER REVEAL

“I…am nothing.”
He takes a step forward, shaking his head twice, with absolute conviction. “You’re not nothing, Nova.”

In the Eon galaxy, Dominion controls any planet with solid Neron deposits, and Nova just found out they’re coming for hers. Korpillion isn’t supposed to have any Neron—the galaxy’s purest form of energy—but Nova Ainsley has been working with the owner of a secret mine for months, building highly illegal weapons that can wield Neron. She wants off Korpillion, and selling these weapons will buy her and her father a ticket to another planet in the galaxy.

Neron is incredible on its own, but there are those who can wield it to their will, granting them the ability to read minds, see the future, and destroy worlds—the Nero. But this is a galaxy where they are ceasing to exist, and Dominion owns the last one in the known universe, using him to take over and destroy billions of lives.

An encounter with the last Nero shows Nova her future: it’s with him. She will stand by his side one day, her fingers laced through his, love and adoration in both their eyes, a dark queen to his evil, pawn king.

Fate or destiny, Nova will do whatever it takes to change their future, and that of the galaxy.

The Neron Rising Saga is a series of episodes. Episode One is 30,000 words. Neron Rising is a slow-burn space-fantasy romance.

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TITLE: Neron Rising
AUTHOR: Keary Taylor
SERIES: Neron Rising Saga, Episode 1
GENRE: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
RELEASE DATE: November 27th 2018
ARTIST: Eddy Shinjuku

Keary Taylor is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over twenty novels. She grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now splits her time between a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest and Utah, with her husband and their two children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night.

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