MERCY by Debra Anastasia ~ Release Boost

He taught me to kill. Murder is in my blood now. It runs
through my veins and though I hide the monster I see in the mirror with ink, it
doesn’t keep him from coming out.
My street name is Mercy, but I never show any. Except
for
 her. I watch Becca, though she doesn’t know. She saved
me a long time ago; the day my father killed my mother. Her bravery turned her
into a target.
My father holds a grudge and knife with the same
proficiency, and Becca is the focus of his hatred. And I’m the only monster who
can save her.
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Debra Anastasia likes to write from her heart, her soul or
her butt. The genres she dabbles in are examples of that. There are two
paranormal romances in the Seraphim Series and now four contemporary romances
in the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood Series and a stand alone in the same genre,
Mercy. Fire Down Below and Fire in the Hole, Booty Camp Dating Service and
Beast complete her comedy repertoire. The Revenger, a dark paranormal romance,
is finally in the light, and the last, a novella called Late Night with Andres,
is special because 100% of the proceeds go to breast cancer research. 
Debra lives in Maryland with her two kids, husband of twenty
years and two dogs. The king of the house is clearly the tuxedo cat that is the
size of a small donkey. Find about her latest adventures on DebraAnastasia.com
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RELEASE BLITZ AND REVIEW – Beneath the Truth by Meghan March

 

 

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.

I used to believe there were lines in life you don’t cross.
Don’t lie. Don’t cheat. Don’t steal.
Until I learned people don’t always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don’t expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don’t touch your best friend’s little sister.
She’s always been off-limits.
Too bad I don’t follow the rules anymore.

 

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Wham. My heart slammed against my ribs as it sped up about twenty beats per minute.

The heat and delicious woodsy citrus scent radiating from his body did good things to me. Things that made me want to do very bad things to him. I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old virgin anymore. I knew my way around a man, but I had to admit, the hipsters in Cali had nothing on a homegrown Louisiana man like Rhett.

When he spoke, he leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. “You missed that shot on purpose.”

My gaze jumped from the sexy five o’clock shadow shading his jaw to his piercing green eyes.

“Wha-what are you talking about?” I smacked myself mentally when my old stammer kicked in. Of course he would cause it.

“That shot. You missed on purpose. I saw you adjust at the last minute. Why?”

I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and decided to take the safest exit from this situation. Lying.

“Cue slipped.”

His eyes narrowed on me. “You’re lying and you’re terrible at it, just like you’ve always been.” He reached up and pressed his thumb to my left eyebrow. “You get a twitch right here.”

Oh my God. Rhett Hennessy is touching me. And what’s more . . . he knows my tell. He noticed me!

The fifteen-year-old inside me did a terrible cartwheel at the realization. Okay, more of a round-off. With a tumble in the grass to finish. Whatever.

But outwardly, I was trapped in that green gaze until he decided to let me go—or until I came to my senses.

I cleared my throat and sidestepped him. “Whatever you say, hotshot. I need another drink.”

Focusing on putting one four-inch heel in front of the other without biting it, I escaped to the table and reached for the whiskey glass I’d left behind, interrupting my brother and the waitress. They both stared at me as I chugged the contents.

I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Rhett’s attention, and now I knew. In a word, it was . . . unnerving.

“How’s the game going?” my brother asked.

“Fine.” Keeping my answer short meant he couldn’t tell that I was lying. Heath wasn’t nearly as observant as Rhett.

“You winning?”

Thanking the Lord that Heath obviously hadn’t been watching, I shrugged. “I guess.”

He glanced toward Rhett and then back to me. “The sister I know and love doesn’t lose at pool. Ever. Even to Rhett Hennessy.”

I lowered the glass to the table and straightened my shoulders. “Like they say, things change.”

He nodded slowly. “That may be true about most things, Flounder. But you’re a pool shark and we both know it.”

Before I could respond, Heath’s attention jumped back to the waitress. I took another ten seconds to gather myself, also known as drinking offensively in my mind, before I crossed the floor to face off against my former obsession.

“You all right, Red?” Rhett asked.

“Don’t call me that. And I’ve never been better.”

His gaze dipped to my feet and dragged up my body. “I can agree with that statement.”

Whoa. Who is this guy with the innuendo? A glance at his empty whiskey glass told me he was drinking heavily as well. Was this the booze talking? Or was Rhett Hennessy not just noticing me, but noticing me?

Either way, I had to play it cool. Or at least pretend to play it cool, since it seemed I might fall short.

“Your turn, hotshot. Better not miss, because I’ll clear the table next time,” I said, but my cocky attitude backfired.

Rhett didn’t miss. He sank his balls and then the eight, ending the game almost as quickly as it started. He returned his cue to the rack and turned to face me, all traces of the earlier heat banked, his expression shuttered.

“Game over.”

What the hell just happened?

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Beneath the Truth is a solid ending to a series I’ve been wrapped up in since it started. Although all the books can technically stand alone, the characters and the plot line develop steadily if you read them in order. And because of that, I’ve been dying (maybe panting!) for Rhett since we met him.

The stoic cop with a heart of gold finally gets a chance at love with his best friend’s little sister! Don’t worry, no spoilers here so I won’t reveal much about the plot or the heroine but she is awesome. Aerial is super smart and a bit of a bad ass but in a subtle way. They’re pretty perfect for each other so it’s funny and sexy watching their relationship play out.

The characters do not disappoint. There were some aspects of the storyline I didn’t love and I wish I could say what they were but I can’t! I just felt there was one part especially that was over the top and didn’t add to the story. But thankfully I was able to get over it and really enjoy the majority of the book.

If you’ve been following the series, I think you’ll be happy with the end of this series if you’re a bit sad like me. The good news is that we get to meet a character who will lead into Meghan’s new series which is very intriguing. And Meghan… if you’re out there reading this. I WANT Rhett’s brothers to get books too!

Found Underneath by KL Kreig ~ Sarah A’s Review

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It began as a ruse.

Take a girlfriend. Divert the press from the fucked up mess that’s my family until my father is re-elected. Stage a public breakup. Move on.

Only that brilliant plan went straight south the moment I set eyes on Willow Blackwell.

I found her.

My center. My future. A soulmate with the will of a mule and the mouth of a harpy.

I now want things I never wanted before. Permanent kinds of things.

Only Fate—and her ex—have other plans for us.

In some sort of cosmic impossibility, our lives unknowingly intersected years before when tragedy befell both our families. Once the devastating truth is finally revealed, the future I’d found in her will come crashing down around us and for the first time in my life I’m completely helpless.

I may very well lose the only woman I’ve ever loved to a past neither of us saw coming.

*warning: 18+ only. Contains foul language, explicit sex and a hot alpha (or two, or three). NOTE: This is NOT a standalone. It’s the conclusion to LOST IN BETWEEN, which MUST be read first.

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I still can’t believe I waited so long to read KL Kreig’s books.  Lost in Between (book 1) completely drew me in and this book was no different.  I often feel that the second book in a duet doesn’t quite stand up to its predecessor but Found Underneath far exceeded any expectations I had set up for it.  It built on all of those things that had happened in book one, wove and the unraveled a web of mystery and deceit so intense I was completely engrossed in every second I was reading this book.

This is definitely a book that can not be read as a standalone.  I honestly wish I had done a reread of Lost in Between right before I stared Found Underneath because there was so much information that I didn’t completely remember in the months since I’d finished it.  Experiencing it as one uninterrupted sotry would definitely be the best way to read these books.

The very best part of the duet, for me, was how much the characters grew.  When the book started they were both so guarded, so broken, in mindsets that seemed so immature considering the lives they’d lived.  Watching them each realize that it was fear of the unknown, fear of the pain of loss that caused them to live in the way they each did was heartwarming.  I loved seeing them blossom into people who had the capacity to see beyond their own wants, needs, fears to become whole people; people who were able to begin healing from the pain of the past they had all clung to so desperately.

I hope that we are able to see more of the supporting characters in duet.  I desperately want to know more about all of them, particularly Annabelle, but there isn’t a single character who doesn’t seem to have an important story to tell if given the chance.  I will definitely be keeping an eye on KL Kreig to see if I’ll be able to learn about those stories.

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We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.

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As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

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Release Blitz ~ Dear Agony by Georgia Cates ~ Sarah A’s Review

dear-agony-ebook-coverDear Agony,

You’ve been my shadow, following me through childhood—filling my days and nights with terror and uncertainty. You cleverly disguised yourself as some form of pain or suffering as I grew into a young woman. We were unwavering companions … until I severed our ties.

I traded homelessness on the streets of New Orleans for a luxurious bed covered by the finest linens.

I traded dumpster diving for dinner in the finest restaurants.

I traded myself to a stranger—Bastien Pascal.

I have a good life within my platonic and mutually beneficial companionship with Bash.

He’s my friend. My mentor. My roommate.

Until everything changes.

I’m not supposed to get goosebumps when his hand brushes my skin.

I’m not supposed to be eager for his soothing touch following one of my nightmares.

I’m not supposed to think about what might happen if I reached out to him in the darkness.

Falling in love with him? Preposterous . . . unavoidable.

Agony, why are you back with a vengeance to rob me of this life I’ve come to love so dearly?

I’m finally happy. Don’t ruin this for me.

Always yours,

Rose

In this epic love story, Dear Agony forges a connection between an unlikely pair—a beautiful rose entwined in barbed wire and a shipwreck sinking into the darkest depths of the ocean. This agonizing romantic novel poses some gut-wrenching questions: What does a woman do when the man she loves is planning his own demise? And how far will she go to give him something to live for?

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Dear Agony brings together two people who have very different pasts and futures that are completely contradictory.  Rose grew up in horrific conditions and experienced the worst types of things a person could know.  Bastien had an idyllic childhood and everything a child could need or want.  As adults, Rose is saved from the fate she’d long assumed was hers and her future became something she could never fathom while Bastien’s adulthood was littered with devastating losses and the future he’d always assumed he’d have, became something he knew he’d never be able experience.

Dear Agony pulled me in from the first page, I was desperate to know what Rose’s story was, what had happened to leave her performing on the streets in hopes of affording her next meal.  Vale and the secrecy surrounding her only added to the intrigue of Rose’s story.  There were so many layers of questions and secrets, I was dying to know everything.  One we started learning more about what had brought Rose and Bastien to the point where they entered their contractual relationship my heart was broken for both of them.  It was easy to see why they’d sought an agreement where the boundaries and rules were spelled out in precise language.

The plot of Dear Agony moved quickly, there were no moments where the story lagged or that I felt were boring.  I literally never wanted to put it down because I was so riveted to what was next for Rose and Bastien.  Sometimes, however, I did feel the pace of the book was detrimental, I would have loved to have seen more exploration of Rose becoming a more confident version of herself, more of her healing from her past.  There were a lot of situations and events that could have used more than the quick telling they had, I would have loved more of this story.  Particularly the end of the book, I felt like it wrapped up so quickly not all the things I wanted answers to got the answers they needed.

Dear Agony was a beautiful story, told with beautiful words and it will resonate with readers across the spectrum of romance readers.  It was sweet and sad and it touched on primal fears we all have, even if we refuse to admit them.  One of the things I most appreciated about Dear Agony was how the love between Rose and Bastien was a slow and steady build, not something that burned fast and bright, it was built on a firm base of mutual trust and respect.  I also loved that this story wasn’t built around the next sexual encounter, Georgia Cates did a wonderful job of building their relationship on the things that make a true love story actually last for the long haul and it was exactly what I would ask for when telling a love story.

I desperately hope that we are able to visit this world again.  I would love to see more of the Duets and Vale’s story seems so interesting, I have a deep desire to know what it is.  Another glance into the lives of Bastien and Rose wouldn’t hurt my feelings either.

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Chapter 14

Bastien’s POV

Bringing Rose on at PPI has proven to be one of my best decisions ever. Not only is she the best assistant I could have hired, I get to have her near me all of the time. Win-win.

But not everyone is happy about Rose’s employment at the firm. Wendy is less than thrilled, but I’m proud of the way Rose handles herself. Kill her with kindness. That’s Rose’s MO where Wendy is concerned, yet she has this clever way of putting the woman in her place.

Rose is sitting on my office sofa. She’s in deep concentration reading the paperwork for PPI’s newest property so she doesn’t notice me looking over to steal glances at her.

That red dress fits her like a glove, showing just the right amount of leg. And those mile-high leopard-print heels . . . hot, hot, hot. I love having her at the office with me, but damn, she makes it hard to concentrate, especially when she’s working in my office instead of hers.

She looks up from the paperwork and opens her mouth to speak but stops when she catches me ogling her. She smiles and her brow wrinkles. “What?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t say anything.”

“I know. Why are you looking at me like that?”

I’m curious to hear how she perceives the way I watch her. “What kind of way am I looking at you?”

Her smile deepens and she glances away. “Never mind.”

“I want to know. How am I looking at you?”

She glances over at me and then down again. “Like you want something.”

The woman couldn’t be more right. I do want something. Her. “What do you think I want?”

She tilts her head to the side and grins as she nibbles her bottom lip. That lip I want to suck into my mouth and then bite and kiss at the same time because I can’t decide which I’d rather do.

“Tell me. What do you think I want?” I’m curious to see how far I can take this conversation. How much I can get her to admit about the way she interprets my gaze. She might be inexperienced, but surely she can see I want her.

Rose is so different from any other woman I’ve ever wanted. She’s delicate. Fragile. Innocent. She doesn’t know how to play the seduction game, yet she has seduced my heart, body, and soul.

I need her.

I want her.

I love her.

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img_4677Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.

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GIVEAWAY & Review Tour ~ The Tattered Gloves by JL Berg

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ttg-amazonHead down.
Don’t look up.
Never make eye contact.

Those were the words I lived by growing up, the words that protected me in an unsafe home. But words are only letters and eventually even they couldn’t keep his hands off me.

Hoping to leave behind the shattered life of my past, I find myself in a boring, small town, with an aunt I’ve never met and at a school I loathe.

But soon I learn, not everything in this world is as black and white as I’ve determined. Sometimes those we are so quick to judge often need a second, third or even fourth time to make a first impression.

And often, there are friendships and even love waiting just around the corner, if we are brave enough to take the first step.

Am I brave? Or will I hide behind these tattered gloves of mine forever?

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The Tattered Gloves had the potential to be a truly powerful and moving piece about the horrors that can befall a child in a home where there is little care for their well-being.  It could have been an inspiring message of hope and healing but it fell short of that, for me.

I am a big fan of the journey characters take within a book and if their growth and story arc is healing, the ending doesn’t necessarily have to be happily ever after, it just needs to be the thing that is best for the characters.  I didn’t quite get that from this book.  Everything ended up tied up in a nice little bow and I just didn’t quite feel like it was a realistic ending for the characters involved.  At about 2/3 of the way through the book, I had an inclination this was going to be the case, as there just wasn’t enough book left to properly resolve all of the things that were going on with the characters.  There was also a point where it where the aunt alluded to going through something similar to what Willow had and that ball was totally dropped in favor of a much less horrific back story.

It is because of the expectations I formed while reading this book that I was left wanting.  There was just so much potential to tell such an important story, a story bigger than a girl falling in love with a boy, and I wanted THAT story.  The story The Tattered Gloved ended up being was a lovely story, it held an important message and told of the dangers of judging people without getting to know them first.  It demonstrated, wonderfully, the differences of living in a home filled with love and acceptance to one filled with indifference and distrust.  While I had thought, this was going to be a gritty story about the worst things that can happen to a person with a dash of love and romance thrown in, it was actually more about the different types of love a person can experience and how important each of them are, with a dash of how the residual effects of past trauma color those relationships.

Letting The Tattered Gloves stand on its own, leaving all of my expectations and hopes for the story aside, it was a very touching story.  The relationships between each of the characters was wholly unique and beautiful.  I came to love each of them, for different reasons, and the all brought their own messages about love and life to the book.  It was well-written and help my attention, the words made me care deeply for the characters and their futures, the plot, while not as fleshed-out as I’d have preferred, was riveting.  For a person looking to dip their toe into deeper subject matter without going headlong into the darkest reaches of those subjects, this is an amazing place to start.

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J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series, The Walls Duet, and the Lost & Found Duet. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she’s not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.

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REVIEW BLITZ ~ Say You Want Me by Corrine Michaels

sywm-amazonFrom New York Times Bestseller, Corinne Michaels, comes a new friends to lovers standalone romance.

There’s no way I’ll fall for Wyatt Hennington.

He can keep his Southern drawl, irresistible smile, and those pick-up lines all to himself. I made the mistake of sleeping with him not once, but twice. I’m not stupid enough to give him round three, especially after he left me in the middle of the night so I could see myself out. I vow to return to Philadelphia and forget him.

It proves easier said than done.

When the doctor informs me I’m the winner of door prize number two, I put my life on hold and head back to Bell Buckle. Three months and if we can’t make this work, I’m gone.

The problem is—when the cards are stacked against us, and I can’t bring myself to leave him, I’ll finally know if he truly loves me or if all my fears were real . . .

 

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I don’t have the words to tell you how I felt about this book.  I’ve read and loved all of Corrine Michaels books and, while they were all very good, none of them came close to the way Say You Want Me made me feel.

I had no idea how amazing this book was going to be when I started it.  I was expecting a lot of back and forth, a ton of snark, and an eventual wearing down on both sides.  I was completely off base.  This book was very emotionally rich.  From the joy of complete acceptance, when the character was not used to it, to the sheer devastation wrung from every pore, Say You Want Me completely ran the gamut of emotions, for me.

Corrine Michaels did an exceptional job fleshing out the characters in this book.  Angie, in particular was very complex and her motivations clear.  By the end of the book I felt as if she was an old friend, someone I had known for years.  Wyatt, too, was incredibly well developed, there were a couple of moments when I had questioned if his actions were incongruous with his personality but, when he vocalized his reasons for acting the way he did it became exceedingly clear the actions were perfectly Wyatt.

Say You Want Me was very well-written.  I am constantly impressed by the writing in Ms. Michaels books.  It often seems that authors write the same formula over and again, I have not felt that way in reading her books.  They definitely have a style that carries through each book but they never feel repetitive.  I am always happy to get my hands onto a new Corrine Michaels book and this one is the best so far, in my opinion.

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corinne-close-mediumCorinne Michaels is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of The Salvation Series and Say You’ll Stay. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.

Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha heroes are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.

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GIVEAWAY & Release Blitz ~ Jagger by Heather C. Leigh ~Sarah A’s Review

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Jagger-ebookI sell drugs. Heroin to be specific. And I’m fucking good at my job. Enough to fight my way to the top position, controlling all of Austin’s supply.

So what if I had to kill the previous boss to do it. I do what has to be done. Never cared about consequences because I never had anything to lose.

Until I met Miri. My doll. She’s my weakness and somehow, my enemies found out about her.

If they hurt her, they will regret the day they ever heard my name. Boss. They call me Boss for a reason. What I say goes, including the price on the heads of anyone who dares to fuck with what belongs to me.

My Miri.

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Jagger starts just after Junkie ends.  I read the books three days apart, but I would strongly suggest reading the books back to back.  I think staying in the crazy, intense world of Miri and Jagger would have made the experience of reading Jagger far better for me.  As it was, it took me a little while to get back into the mindset of the dark, horrible, criminal underbelly that these books resided in.

I felt a strange disconnect from this book as I was reading it.  I know it wasn’t the writing, as it was the same as book one, and was spot on.  I think this disconnect caused me to not be as wholly invested in the fates of Miri, Jagger, and the other characters as I was in Junkie.  The action was still there, the same intensity between all of the characters, but just a little something was missing for me.  The book didn’t keep me on my toes nearly as much as Junkie did, in fact it felt predictable for the most part.  I will say there was one surprise, but even that fell flat for me as it was very contrived.

That all being said, it was a good book, I did feel compelled to continue reading to discover how everything panned out for Miri, Jagger, and the others.  I sped through the book in fact.  Heather C. Leigh definitely knows her stuff and is able to write very compelling stories.  She will definitely be an author who I read further.

Jagger was a bit of a let-down after Junkie.  It wasn’t bad, by any means, but it just didn’t hold up to its predecessor, for me.

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Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

 

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

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I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I’ll do anything to get my next fix.

Anything.

Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.

But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.

Or changes it forever.

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ALP SarahAReview OwlI’ve got to be really honest and tell you this book took me by surprise; in the best way. I was expecting so much more violence, tons more blatant drug use. I was wrong. Very contentedly wrong. While there were moments of intense violence, graphic drug use, the threat or horribly explicit things happening, those things faded into the background of two very broken people growing into wholer, more mature people. I knew when I started this book it was going to be dark. I knew it was going to be intense, what I didn’t know was how beautiful it would be. How deeply moving the character growth could be.

When Boss first appeared in the book I was sure I was going to hate him. Perhaps the prologue colored him in that light for me. I don’t know, but I knew I harbored discontent for his character. Then he began to develop into a real person, not a scary drug lord; just a screwed up mess of a man who had nothing left to care for. Then he grew on me a lot. His idiosyncrasies became something that branded him into my psyche. His pain became a reason for me to forgive his every fault. His staunch refusal to change his conviction gave me a reason to root for him. The way he loved and cared for Miri made me fall in love with him.

Miri was a hot mess when she first appeared on the page. I had a really hard time feeling sorry for her. I couldn’t put myself in her shoes, I couldn’t fathom how someone could end up in the situation in which she found herself. The more I learned about her and how she had ended up the junkie she became, the more compassion I had for her. She was fantastically strong when she was given the chance to be. I often didn’t agree with the decisions she made, nor did I like how little she trusted Boss, but I could wholly understand why she felt the way she did. She is likely far more broken that we ever got to know in this book and I am anxious to find out more about how and why she ended up in the situation she did in Junkie.

Junkie moves fast. Very fast, both in timeline and character arc. Though the book covers a few months of their lives, it feels like the time was much shorter. None of the development of the characters is off-page. If there is a major event that happens to one of them it happens in real time. I greatly appreciated that aspect of this book. I love experiencing things with the character, not having the event rehashed under the light of experience. It is told in dual perspective, which gave the added benefit of seeing the growth of each character through their own and the other’s eyes.

Junkie was an excellent read, I was engrossed for the entirety and can not wait to read book two, Jagger. I was left high on a ledge of anticipation with the ending of Junkie and am desperate for the relief I will surely feel once I am able to read Jagger.

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Fighting the intense, gut-clenching fear, I tightened my grip, using his strong muscles to keep me upright as he washed my feet. The cloth skimmed up my legs one at a time, his hands scrubbing over and over as the foam rinsed away days of dirt and grime. The boss skipped my clothed midsection, straightened to his full height, and repeated the process with my arms, spending extra time on my dirt-caked hands and nails, and the track marks on my arms, only moving on when my skin glowed pink.

Next, he lifted my long red hair off my neck and slid the cloth across the top of my back and shoulders, then around the front to wash the exposed part of my chest where my tank top dipped low. I glanced down as his enormous, bruised and scabbed hands worked over my skin, only then realizing my white tank was completely transparent and I wasn’t wearing a bra. Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my breasts. He chuckled, a smooth, deep sound so seductive it could easily charm a roomful of people and melt every pair of panties in a five-mile radius.

“A little too late for that, doll. Seein’ as I’ve already got a good look at everything.”

Something about his cocky drawl, the crooked smirk on his face, and that single raised eyebrow felt like a challenge. My courage, boosted by the decadent lull of my best friend, heroin, had me meeting his gaze head-on. Determined to show the boss I wasn’t a cowering scaredy-cat, I fingered the hem, tugged the wet tank over my head, and tossed it to the floor with a loud splat. The man’s eyes widened, which only fueled my desire to make him eat his stupid words. Still staring directly into those sapphire eyes, I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and shoved them down, stepped out, and kicked them aside. Completely naked, I stood my ground and raised my own brow in return, hands on my hips.

Our eyes were locked a few more seconds before he threw his head back and burst out laughing. The action made him look years younger than I originally believed. “You are somethin’ else, you know that, doll?”

Instead of answering, I snatched the soapy washcloth from his hand and quickly finished washing my newly exposed skin.

“Here.”

Jerk.

The boss scrambled to catch the cloth I whipped at his chest before turning to storm out of the shower. I yelped when he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward him. The blazing heat of his chest was pressed against the bare skin of my back and I trembled from head to toe. The boss held tight and lowered his mouth to my ear.

“First, don’t ever fucking throw shit at me again.” Chills broke out across my skin at his angry threat. “You will not disrespect me in my own house, especially after I fucking took you in instead of killing you the second you set foot on my property. Got it?” When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my upper arms until I whimpered.

“Y-yes. I get it.” I struggled to keep from screaming out of pure terror. What was I thinking? Mouthing off to a drug lord while naked in his shower and a house full of his goons one floor below. I couldn’t possibly be more vulnerable.

After digging his fingers in for another long moment to prove he was in charge, the boss released me and spun me around as he picked up another bottle. “Your hair is fucking disgusting. It needs to be washed.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and once more, shame flooded me with heat. This man had a way of making me feel as though I was less than human. He held out the bottle, shaking it in my face. “Either you do it, or I do, doll. But you’re not getting out of here until you’ve cleaned the junkie stench off.”

The backs of my eyes stung and my face caught fire. I couldn’t look at him as I took the bottle and poured some shampoo into a shaky hand. He washed himself quickly then stood with his arms crossed over his wide chest as I lathered my hair and rinsed off under the spray.

“Again,” he demanded. I bit my lip to keep from telling him to fuck off and did as I was told.

When the last suds swirled down the drain, the boss was silent as he reached around me and cut off the water. He carefully folded the washcloth, laid it on the edge of the sink, and stepped out of the shower enclosure. He handed me a towel, and picked one up for himself. I tried not to watch as he rubbed the fluffy white cloth over all of those tan muscles, but it was futile. Staring, I was mesmerized by the sight as the boss wrapped the towel around his waist and shucked his wet briefs from underneath. I gulped, knowing he was now naked beneath the soft terrycloth, a mere foot away.

When the silence became uncomfortable, I clutched my own towel to my chest, dug up what little courage I had left, and turned to face him with a huff. “We showered together and I don’t even know your name.”

He quirked that damn eyebrow again and smiled, white teeth gleaming in the middle of his dark designer stubble. If I didn’t know he was a widely feared drug lord and a pushy, high-handed, scary motherfucker, I’d find his expression almost charming.

“Boss.”

“I know you’re The Boss, I want to know your name.”

“My name is Boss,” he repeated. “Or Boss Man. Either one works.” As if he didn’t have a care in the world, as if forcing unwilling women into a shower were an everyday occurrence, he shrugged and brushed a hand through his wet hair.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.” This guy was so damn frustrating. He shot me up with H, dumped me in the shower, humiliated me, washed me, but wouldn’t tell me his name. Whatever. I turned my back to him.

Big mistake.

Two large hands wrapped around my shoulders, and I was jerked back against his body once more. Both of us were currently clad only in towels, his slung low around his waist and mine tucked under my armpits. There wasn’t as much skin-on-skin contact as in the shower, but this felt much more intimate. Slowly, Boss spun me around to face him, and I had to muffle a frightened cry. His blue eyes were narrowed to slits, nostrils flaring. The transformation from playful to furious was immediate and absolutely terrifying. For the first time since I’d showed up on his lawn, I was truly, without a doubt, scared shitless.

This man, the one in front of me—so different from the man who laughed in the shower—is what I expected from the drug lord I heard rumors about. Horrible rumors of unspeakable acts of violence. A ruthless man to be respected and feared.

Boss pressed the length of his half-naked body against me, and growled, teeth glinting behind curled lips. “That’s the second time you turned your back on me after mouthing off. I’m only going to say this once more, Miri, so listen carefully.” He lowered his head and his breath ghosted across my neck. I shuddered and a whimper escaped my throat, the result of a horrifying combination of lust and fear. “You are my guest. You snuck onto my property and you’re goddamn lucky I didn’t let Milo shoot you on sight. No, I saved you, took your ass in, gave you your fucking heroin, and washed a couple weeks’ worth of filth and scum off of you using my very expensive body wash that, incidentally, I never share with anyone. I expect you to be grateful for my hospitality and treat me with some goddamn motherfucking respect, got it?” His hands tightened around my arms incrementally as he spoke. His message was quite clear as his touch became more and more painful. I knew his thick fingers would leave bruises on my pale, fragile skin.

Legs shaking, I nearly pissed myself when faced with the lethal side of this man.

“I want to hear you say you understand, Miri.” Boss let go and stepped back until his eyes bored holes into me from beneath heavy brows.

Filled with terror, my heart pounded and my breath caught in my lungs, rendering me speechless. His eyes narrowed, not happy with my silence. Somehow, I managed to choke out two words.

“I-I understand.”

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Jagger-ebookI sell drugs. Heroin to be specific. And I’m fucking good at my job. Enough to fight my way to the top position, controlling all of Austin’s supply.

So what if I had to kill the previous boss to do it. I do what has to be done. Never cared about consequences because I never had anything to lose.

Until I met Miri. My doll. She’s my weakness and somehow, my enemies found out about her.

If they hurt her, they will regret the day they ever heard my name. Boss. They call me Boss for a reason. What I say goes, including the price on the heads of anyone who dares to fuck with what belongs to me.

My Miri.

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heather c leigh bioHeather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best-selling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Wait by AL Jackson ~ Sarah A.’s Review

ALJackson-WaitBookCover5x8_BW_HIGHFrom NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…

She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time, he won’t let her go.

Edie Evans is gorgeous.

Sexy.

Kind.

She’s also the definition of off-limits.

But that didn’t stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.

But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.

The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.

Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.

 

Austin Stone is dangerous.

Alluring.

Tempting.

He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.

It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.

Our desire is overpowering.
Our need unrelenting.

She is my hope.
He is my weakness.

We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.

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Austin Stone’s story has been one of my most highly anticipated books, since the moment I read about him in A Stone in the Sea.  That poor, broken boy in the hoodie pulled on my heartstrings.  His pain was incredibly a siren’s call, leading me to a story that would surely destroy me.  I got that, and more, in Wait.

Austin and Edie each had pasts that made my soul ache for them.  Things that had happened to them when they were so young, it was no wonder they lived the way they did.  Each finding a way to protect themselves from any sort of real connection.  Both knowing the only way they’d ever be whole was in the arms of the other.  Their story was heartbreaking, destroying, healing.

The characters in this book were so well developed; it felt as they’d been plucked from their lives and forced into the pages of a book.  From their speech patterns to the way they held themselves each character was unique, there was no cut and paste formula going on in this book.  Told in dual perspective, Wait is from the POVs of Austin and Edie, and each of their chapters had an individual voice.  There was something rough around the edges about the way Austin’s chapters were written, while Edie’s were sweet, reserved, wholly her.  It was a masterful bit of characterization.

Wait wasn’t as high on the present action as the previous books in this series have been.  It more than made up for it in the way the past was presented, and how those moments were weaved into their impact on the current state of the relationships between Austin, Edie, and their friends and family.  The way AL Jackson made the mistakes, the pain, and the damage of the past color every second of Austin and Edie’s present was powerful.

The very best part of this book, however, was the growth arc the characters completed.  I was absolutely blown away with how much Austin and Edie learned from each other.  From the mistakes, they’d made in the past.  From the damage of holding on to their pain.  The final chapter of this book was incredibly powerful.  It was a soul-shaking moment.  It was perfection.

AL Jackson never disappoints.  Never.  Especially not with this book.  Her writing draws me in in a way I can’t properly explain.  There’s a pull to the characters, a connection to them, that not many authors can capture.  When she writes it’s more than a story, she uses her words to capture the very essence of what it feels to be in someone else’s soul.  There’s nothing quite like it.

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“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.

I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.

Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.

But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification.

Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.

My girl.

In my bed.

Wearing just her panties and my shirt.

An angel I wanted to dirty.

I always had.

Love was messy like that.

All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.

A fool thinking it might be enough.

Shit.

God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight.

Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick.

Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me.

My breaths were coming short.

Panted and hard.

I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.

A soft, soft gasp.

I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind.

Just another part of this fantasy.

Until I heard the small thump against the wall.

Shit.

I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me.

Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before.

Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed.

It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.

But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.

She stared right back at me.

And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.

Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do.

But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south.

Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train.

Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room.

Alive.

She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.

Motherfuck.

My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”

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Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.

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Release Blitz ~ Because I Love You by Tori Rigby

Because I Love You
Tori Rigby
Published by: Blaze Publishing
Publication date: May 17th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

Eight weeks after sixteen-year-old Andie Hamilton gives her virginity to her best friend, “the stick” says she’s pregnant.

Her friends treat her like she’s carrying the plague, her classmates torture and ridicule her, and the boy she thought loved her doesn’t even care. Afraid to experience the next seven months alone, she turns to her ex-boyfriend, Neil Donaghue, a dark-haired, blue-eyed player. With him, she finds comfort and the support she desperately needs to make the hardest decision of her life: whether or not to keep the baby.

Then a tragic accident leads Andie to discover Neil’s keeping a secret that could dramatically alter their lives, and she’s forced to make a choice. But after hearing her son’s heartbeat for the first time, she doesn’t know how she’ll ever be able to let go.

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No matter how much I needed him, I couldn’t let Neil throw his future away for me. He would do anything to keep me protected, comforted; I knew that like I knew the sky was blue. But I had to show him the same selfless love, or I’d forever regret holding him back. Which meant one thing: I was on my own.

My stomach turned to stone. But what about Ethan? Even if I did manage to drop out of high school and find a job that paid a decent wage, I couldn’t provide for a baby by myself. I couldn’t raise a baby in poverty—I wouldn’t. My son deserved so much more. But how the hell was I supposed to let him go?

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Adopted at three-days-old by a construction worker and a stay at home mom, Tori Rigby grew up with her nose in a book and her fingers on piano keys, always awaiting the day she’d take her own adventure. Now, she goes on multiple journeys through her contemporary and historical romances. She longs to live in the Scottish Highlands, and her favorite place in history is Medieval England—she’d even give up her Internet and running water to go back in time! Tori also writes high-concept genre fiction as Vicki Leigh, and when she isn’t writing, she’s kicking butt in krav maga or attending classes to learn how to catch bad guys.

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