IT WASN'T ME
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Book Review: Complicated Hearts by Ashley Jade
Complicated Hearts
by Ashley Jade
Release Date: June 8
Genre: New Adult
Rating: 6 stars
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Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Book Review: Fallen Crest Forever by Tijan
FALLEN CREST FOREVER
by Tijan
Blurb
Mason Kade is the dream.
He is the promise.He’s offering what so many would fantasize about, and it’s not that I don’t want it/him/us.
It’s the opposite.
There might be ghosts haunting me, but this man who's my soulmate is asking me for forever.
How can I say no to someone who already gave me my happily ever after?
The last full-length novel for the Fallen Crest Series!
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6 forever kissws
6 FOREVER stars. Top read of 2017.
Oh my gosh. Im not sure what to say. My emotions are high and everywhere, and since chapter 43 tears have been falling down my smiling face. I'm sad, but happy.
Fallen Crest Forever was EPIC. I laughed, I cried, I went OMG, I did it all. I can't believe this is the end. This series is amazing, and this book was even more amazing. Tijan has gone and created one heck of a book, and I have no words to explain how I feel.
Even though this series is over, Sam, Mason, Logan, Taylor, Nate, Heather, all of the characters even down to Becky and Adam will forever be some of my favorites.
I'm crying because the series is over, but also because of the way it ended. Every moment of this book was amazing.
This review can never do this book justice. You will just have to read it yourself.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Release Blitz Giveaway & 6 star Review: We Said Forever by Marie James
Title: We Said Forever
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2017
Blurb
Rock bottom.
They say the only way to go from there is up, but what is “up” when you’re born into someone else’s rock bottom?
At ten, football became my first love. It’s what got me out of the house away from my self-destructive family. My love for football landed me at Las Vegas University with a full ride scholarship, and the orange on my jersey was my favorite color…until my eyes landed on the red dress Fallyn wore the night we met.
At twenty-one, I jumped off the cliff into the unknown the second Fallyn McIntyre danced in my arms at a party. I had the greatest girl in the world and the opportunity to play college ball every Saturday. My rock bottom was looking up, thanks to my two first loves.
Parties, sex, and football—life was perfect. But one drink too many, and my world came crashing down. When I chose pills over my second love, my head told me it was the best decision I ever made. The pills keep me warm and protect me from the distance Fallyn created. Percs don’t judge me. They make me feel alive.
Threes.
They say the best things come in threes, but one leads to a stable future, one is my salvation, and the other drags me to hell—a hell I’d willingly burn in for eternity…if it weren’t for my second love.
Jackie's Review
6 stars
Holy fucking shit!
We Said Forever is not what I was expecting AT ALL. It was a rollercoaster of emotions that hit me back to back to fucking back.
This book was Heart aching but amazingly beautiful. Marie James has out done herself with this one.
I cried for Fallyn, I cried for Blaze, and after it was all said and done I cried just because. I devoured this book within a few hours, and I am still thinking about this book.
This is Marie James's best book yet. There are no words. Just read it.
6 stars Ms. James. This is my second book I have given 6 stars too, and I still think it deserves more.
Top recommendation.
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6 stars
Holy fucking shit!
We Said Forever is not what I was expecting AT ALL. It was a rollercoaster of emotions that hit me back to back to fucking back.
This book was Heart aching but amazingly beautiful. Marie James has out done herself with this one.
I cried for Fallyn, I cried for Blaze, and after it was all said and done I cried just because. I devoured this book within a few hours, and I am still thinking about this book.
This is Marie James's best book yet. There are no words. Just read it.
6 stars Ms. James. This is my second book I have given 6 stars too, and I still think it deserves more.
Top recommendation.
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Excerpt
Turning to face the guy who is either too stupid or too drunk to take a hint, my eyes land on the handsome face of a tall blond with the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
The smirk on his face clearly indicates he believes I should be impressed. And I am. There’s no doubt about it. I’m completely fascinated by the ego this douchebag emits with one simple look. Without a word, I let my eyes trail from the top of his purposely mussed hair that probably took longer to fix than mine to the orange chucks adorning his big feet.
He allows the perusal, awaiting my approval. Cocking an eyebrow at his blatant, pompous attitude, I push his hands off my hips.
“Not a chance, buddy,” I say before turning back toward the kitchen.
My legs tremble, wobbling on my already unsteady heels. I release a long, slow breath, hoping he disappeared into the crowd. The last thing I need is for him to notice the way my eyes lingered on his stubbled jaw and the muscles of his chest even his clothes can’t hide. I’m almost certain he could sense my quick, unmasked arousal. One look was all it took for this man to creep his way under my skin and throb in my core. He’s got self-entitled, bad boy, asshole written all over him—character traits I would have dropped anything for a few years ago. Not today, though. Those are flaws I left in Utah when I graduated high school.
The same firm grip reaches for me again, wrapping all the way around my body and pulling my back against an incredibly strong chest.
I close my eyes for a moment, allowing only a second of contact before turning around and readying my hand to slap him across the face for taking such liberties without my permission—just another alpha asshole attribute that used to make me swoon.
“You need to get your—”
His finger covers my lips, preventing me from getting my words out. My attempt at what I’m sure was going to be a very eloquent threat against his manhood falters as he pulls me closer to his body. His leg somehow finds its way between mine as he squats a couple inches to decrease the differences in our height.
The strong hand that has reached for me twice tonight is around my back, fingers splayed against the thin red fabric. The finger that halted my words trails down the column of my damp neck before gripping around at my nape. Gooseflesh follows the trail, racing over my fevered skin. He holds me against him, guiding me to the rhythm I hated until this very second. Like the traitorous slut she is, my body molds against him, every soft inch against his hardness.
“I don’t,” I begin again, only to have his hand leave my neck to push another finger against my parted lips.
I watch, enthralled and utterly stupid, as his bottom lip rolls between his teeth at the same time his thumb sweeps over mine.
I cave, wholeheartedly capitulating to the moment. Ignoring the warning bells going off in my head, screaming at me to bolt through the front door and not look back, I grip the silky athletic fabric of his jersey and pull him closer. A knowing grin lights his face and sparkles in the crystal blue of his eyes.
One song blends into another as our bodies close every millimeter of distance. No words are spoken as the countdown begins. No promises are made when the clock strikes midnight. No way I’ll survive this man when his breath becomes mine. No chance I’ll see him again when swaying all night turns into dancing tongues. No possibility of keeping my promise of no bad boys when one hand grips my nape and the other squeezes my ass.
Alcohol has never really been my thing. The memory of the first time I drank heavy liquor in high school is enough to make my stomach sour, but the bourbon on this guy’s lips is the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. It’s, hands down, the most satisfying thing I’ve tasted since the ice cream I had after getting my tonsils removed when I was seven. I savor every fraction of a second, every slow glide of his tongue against mine, each time his lips pull back a fraction and turn up to smile against mine.
The smirk on his face clearly indicates he believes I should be impressed. And I am. There’s no doubt about it. I’m completely fascinated by the ego this douchebag emits with one simple look. Without a word, I let my eyes trail from the top of his purposely mussed hair that probably took longer to fix than mine to the orange chucks adorning his big feet.
He allows the perusal, awaiting my approval. Cocking an eyebrow at his blatant, pompous attitude, I push his hands off my hips.
“Not a chance, buddy,” I say before turning back toward the kitchen.
My legs tremble, wobbling on my already unsteady heels. I release a long, slow breath, hoping he disappeared into the crowd. The last thing I need is for him to notice the way my eyes lingered on his stubbled jaw and the muscles of his chest even his clothes can’t hide. I’m almost certain he could sense my quick, unmasked arousal. One look was all it took for this man to creep his way under my skin and throb in my core. He’s got self-entitled, bad boy, asshole written all over him—character traits I would have dropped anything for a few years ago. Not today, though. Those are flaws I left in Utah when I graduated high school.
The same firm grip reaches for me again, wrapping all the way around my body and pulling my back against an incredibly strong chest.
I close my eyes for a moment, allowing only a second of contact before turning around and readying my hand to slap him across the face for taking such liberties without my permission—just another alpha asshole attribute that used to make me swoon.
“You need to get your—”
His finger covers my lips, preventing me from getting my words out. My attempt at what I’m sure was going to be a very eloquent threat against his manhood falters as he pulls me closer to his body. His leg somehow finds its way between mine as he squats a couple inches to decrease the differences in our height.
The strong hand that has reached for me twice tonight is around my back, fingers splayed against the thin red fabric. The finger that halted my words trails down the column of my damp neck before gripping around at my nape. Gooseflesh follows the trail, racing over my fevered skin. He holds me against him, guiding me to the rhythm I hated until this very second. Like the traitorous slut she is, my body molds against him, every soft inch against his hardness.
“I don’t,” I begin again, only to have his hand leave my neck to push another finger against my parted lips.
I watch, enthralled and utterly stupid, as his bottom lip rolls between his teeth at the same time his thumb sweeps over mine.
I cave, wholeheartedly capitulating to the moment. Ignoring the warning bells going off in my head, screaming at me to bolt through the front door and not look back, I grip the silky athletic fabric of his jersey and pull him closer. A knowing grin lights his face and sparkles in the crystal blue of his eyes.
One song blends into another as our bodies close every millimeter of distance. No words are spoken as the countdown begins. No promises are made when the clock strikes midnight. No way I’ll survive this man when his breath becomes mine. No chance I’ll see him again when swaying all night turns into dancing tongues. No possibility of keeping my promise of no bad boys when one hand grips my nape and the other squeezes my ass.
Alcohol has never really been my thing. The memory of the first time I drank heavy liquor in high school is enough to make my stomach sour, but the bourbon on this guy’s lips is the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. It’s, hands down, the most satisfying thing I’ve tasted since the ice cream I had after getting my tonsils removed when I was seven. I savor every fraction of a second, every slow glide of his tongue against mine, each time his lips pull back a fraction and turn up to smile against mine.
Without so much as one spoken word, this man has managed to master my body, persuading it to beg for more, coaxing whimpers from my mouth when he pulls away, only to ensure it pants a seductive moan when those skilled lips find my neck.
Author Bio
Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.
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Monday, January 30, 2017
Book Reviews: 6 Stars to Ruthless by Gina L Maxwell
RUTHLESS
by Gina L Maxwell
Synopsis
People call me Ruthless for a reason.
Whether I'm in the court room or in the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I'm either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman's panties. But none of them share my particular kink, and I walk away feeling unsatisfied.
Until I met her.
She's a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits in my book. But then temptation had me by the balls and I had her up against a wall. She literally fucked my world off its axis, but it can't happen again.
My plan was avoidance, but that got blown to shit when my firm hired her as a new junior attorney. Now I'm her boss, and I'm supposed to act like I don't want to bend her over my desk every five minutes.
But I've never held myself back with anything before, so consequences be damned. It's time to take what I want and show her how damn good it feels...to be ruthless.
Each book in the Playboys in Love series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Jackie's Review
6 stars ... Yes, 6.
6 stars. Fuckin buy it!
What else can I say.
This book is hot, hot, and even HOTTER. Not only does this book bring the heat in and out of the sheets, it keeps you hooked, hot and bothered, and up all night reading.
The characters are freaking awesome.
Addison is a sassy spit fire that loves to channel her inner Honey badger. And Roman is a sexy lawyer by day, and then he Is Ruthless, a hot as hell stripper by night.
This book will wet your panties then melt your panties. And if you don't believe me, grab this book for yourself.
Oh, and Gina L Maxwell fucking rocks.
Things you must have while reading RUTHLESS.
1. Water. Because this book is so hot that I bet you will be sweating.
2. Panties because the other ones will melt right off your body.
3. A fan. You need to be cooled down after reading. A cold shower might work too.
4. BOB. BECAUSE HE WILL BE NEEDED.
5. Batteries for BOB. Just in case.
6. If you don't want BOB, use your significant other. They will be needed. I promise.
Kaylee's Review (Review Team)
6 stars
6 Stars Rating!!! This is my first book to read by Author Gina L. Maxwell. I am now seriously addicted and can't wait to read more. This book went beyond HOT and hit total HAWTNESS!!! Panties are not required to read this book because it would just be pointless. Roman is a sexy ass hell lawyer by day and Ruthless who is a super sexy stud muffin stripper by night. Addison is sassy and takes no shit from anyone. You seriously need to buy this book. You don't want to miss out on this SMOKIN HAWT READ!!! Once you start this book you will not be putting this down. *fans self*
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