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Saturday, February 14, 2015

"Fight For You" by Charisse Spiers (RELEASE BLITZ)





Note from the author: 18+ please



To fight and win means the control is his and only his. The last man standing proves it all. Never again will he be on the losing end of the blow, the one lying broken and bloody wanting to die.

Control. Dominance. Aggression. Competition. Each represent a means to survival, a necessity to stay alive, and to suppress the demons that lie inside; the very ones clawing and attempting to break free from the bar that holds them at bay. Every day is a struggle to stay away from the darkness and evil that lurks deep within. Those are the things that it takes to keep those secrets in the realm of his mind in which they belong, forever buried so far there is no chance to break through the barrier he’s built.

Haddox Hayes has spent the last nine years getting by. He’s worked hard to forget that bloodthirsty night he left behind. The monster that exists within his veins will never be released again if he keeps a clear mind, and free from the debris he knows triggers his instinct to kill. He knows what can happen if it’s unlocked from its cage.

Fuck that. It can go to Hell along with the bastard that is the cause of his eternal torment. Eighteen years paid his sin, and at the age of twenty-seven the guilt still resides in his very core.

There is only one place he sets the monster free, but restricted: the ring. Playing by his rules has kept it on a leash for nine years and he doesn’t intend to break his rules now. The rage, the anger, the buildup, it’s all turned out in the confinement of the ropes against another traitor.

Stay in control. That’s the only thing that keeps his urge to annihilate smothered. Dominate the mind and the memories it holds. Fight aggression with fucking aggression. Be the best there is and lay his ass on the ground before the favor can be returned. Compete to win and to survive, or else the evil that is trying to consume will take over and turn him into the one thing he can’t become. If he becomes that, it has to be paid by death, the most ultimate rule.

A blackened heart isn’t allowed to partake in something as pure as love. He embraces the sweet nectar that a woman holds, sampling a little at a time. Never has he taken the same woman to bed twice. The only way to ensure he doesn’t harm another. A Dom in the ring and a Dom in the bed, his only way to cope within.

Then there’s Piper…the girl that could cause his control to evanesce. Will she be his downfall or his reparation? The entertainment is in the fight. Fight for love, fight for light, fight for her, or end in flight.

A girl with a ban against love, allowing men to bed her to numb her mind from the one that left her behind. Can the girl that won’t submit and the man that requires control find paradise in each other? 




We finally get in the bar after standing in that long ass line. The music is bumping and there are bodies everywhere, grinding against each other. I let my body subtly sway to the music as I make my way to the bar in the back of the club. 


The first thing I notice is the hot, shirtless bartender making drinks as I push through the never ending people surrounding it. The bar is always more crowded than any other spot in the building. I love this place. It's crawling with hot guys and they have the best music around, not to mention the staff is oozing sex appeal, because their uniform is jeans hanging low on the hips with the elastic brief band of underwear peeking out the top, spelling out the brand they represent. 



This one, in particular, is yummy. His torso is chiseled to perfection and covered in tattoos placed perfectly against his skin. He's definitely worth a second look. I want to nibble on that lip ring in the corner of his mouth. As I study each line of muscle, I find myself wondering if Haddox's body looks like this. 



What the hell, Piper?



Hot bartender notices me ogling him and walks over with a smirk, leaning forward on his forearms against the top of the bar in front of me. "What can I get you, beautiful?" His eyes rake down my body as if he's already undressing me with his eyes.



I smile. This one's in the bag. "Well, how about Pineapple and Vodka, light on the pineapple," I say in my most flirtatious voice as I sit on the stool next to me that just became free. "Start me a tab," I ask, biting my lip. 



"Anything for you, gorgeous," he says and reaches down for a glass, preparing to mix my concoction. Moments later, he sets it before me, smiling. "What you doing later?"



"I don't know. Why don't you tell me," I say seductively as I press the rim of the glass to my mouth.


"She'll be with me," a sultry voice interrupts in a close range behind me. 


The bartender looks over my head and starts to back away from the bar. "Sorry, man, I didn't know she was taken. No disrespect."



Pussy. I don't need you anyway if you can't even ask my relationship status to the one person that knows. Me!



I feel like banging my head against the bar. I'm going to need to be intoxicated for this. I press my lips to the glass and drain the contents. Goose bumps start to form as I can feel breathing on the side of my neck. I don't need to look to know who it is. "I thought I had until midnight," he barks outside my ear. 

I can barely breathe with him this close to me. How am I supposed to speak? I don't think I want to at risk of sounding like a crushing schoolgirl. 


Put on your game face, Piper. 



I need more alcohol and fast. I choose to ignore the sexy as shit control freak next to me. Where is Alyvia when I need her? She was only supposed to have been going to the restroom, but knowing her she's already in the middle of the dance floor, covered in sweat. The girl doesn't even need alcohol. She usually sips beer, but comes for the music. 



The Rumple Minze from earlier is calling out to me. "Rumple Minze, two shots," I call out to the female bartender as she passes.



The girl is badass. Not even a minute and the shots are patiently waiting for me to consume them. "What can I get for you, sweetie," she asks, but her line of vision is directly beside me. It doesn't even seem to faze her that she is staring at the sexiest man alive. Hard-core is what that means, because even girls in the coffee shop had their eyes glued to him. 



"Same as usual, Britt." She smiles at the sound of her name.



Wait a minute. Hold up...they know each other? I come to this bar frequently and I've never seen him until the fashion show.



She grabs a bottle from the tub of ice, twists off the cap, and sits the bottle of Bud Light down in front of him. "My mistake, babe. How you been? Same ole broody Haddox, I'm guessing?"



"Something like that," he replies, saying nothing more.



"And as vague as usual too. Maybe we can catch up once the bar slows down. Enjoy your night," she winks and glances over at me. 



I consume one shot, followed by the other. My nerves are going haywire. The alcohol is finally coursing through my veins, leaving me in a more relaxed state of mind, though not much.

I feel a hand wrap around my thigh, not far from my girly area. Oh my...


He spins me around on the stool until I'm facing him. He's so close to my face that I reflexively lean against the edge of the bar. "Are you going to answer my question," he asks, placing his free hand on my other thigh, now holding me in place. 



He starts to rub my inner thighs with his thumbs and my muscles are flexing down below. How can I concentrate on anything he's saying if he's going to do that? He roughly pulls me to the edge so that he can align his body between my legs. It's really a good thing that I'm not modest, because my dress is hiked up. If his body wasn’t pressed to mine, I would be flashing everyone. 



In my hesitation he speaks again. "I don't like to be toyed with, Piper, nor do I like to be kept waiting."

He's starting that controlling bullshit again, pulling me out of my hormonal haze. I press my palms against his chest and push, but he doesn't budge. The alcohol is bringing out my bitchiness. "Maybe I don't like to give myself to a man that hesitates when given the opportunity. I basically put my pussy on a platter and extended it to you, only for you to have to consider it. That's not good enough for me. I may not be the girl to take home to mom, but I'm better than that."


A growl sounds within his throat and he clamps down on my thighs, jerking me closer to him. His cock is bulging through his jeans, aligned between my legs. Fuck, does it feel marvelous. He grinds me against him, his body flush with mine, and his lips just outside my ear. "Does this answer your question?" His voice sounds angry. "Do you want to know how hard you make me? Huh? Do you want to know how much you push the limits of my control? Well, get ready baby, because tonight you're all mine."



I can't think of anything but how much I want this. I don't think I've wanted anything this much in a really long time, possibly ever. Something about him takes me out of my head, allowing me to escape into someplace else. I can't explain it, because I don't understand it myself. I feel like such a whore right now, but I don't care. I'm never like this; given the fact that what happened last night did, but that's also more reason I want to. I want to rid my body of the toxins it holds. I don't want anything left behind of Cole tainting me.



"Okay," I state in a breathy voice. "Where?"



"My place. Meet me outside and don't tell Alyvia where you're going. I'm not dealing with her shit tonight."



He reaches down and adjusts himself, separating us. The distance makes me feel naked. I instantly hop off the stool, attempting to fix my dress. I look around, but no one is paying us any attention. They are too worried about getting laid themselves; the beauty of a bar. "Give me ten minutes?" 



He nods and takes a step back before halting. "Oh and Piper?" I look at him, waiting on what he has to say. "I'll give you what you want, but just remember darkness and light can't coincide. You have to pick a side. Don't say I didn't warn you..."



He turns and walks in the direction of the exit. I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that, but I don't care. Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in trying to be this girl that I am from day to day. Maybe I'm living a lie. When choosing either sinner or saint, I'm definitely not a saint, but I strive to be a decent person. Perhaps the darkness is where I belong. 




I may not know many things about Haddox Hayes, but I know one thing: You can't force someone in a place they aren't already willing to go. Something is pulling me to him, making me want to explore whatever he has to offer. It's just a hunch, but I get a feeling, I'd choose darkness with him every time.











"Never let anyone tell you that true love doesn’t exist, because it does. The world may be leaving romance behind, but it can still live in our hearts if we let it. To lose romance would be one of the greatest tragedies. Keep it alive. If it dies the world will be a darker place." - Yours truly
I found books when I was going through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there be many books to come. XOXO- C








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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

"Resist Me" (Men of Inked Series Book 4) by Chelle Bliss - REVIEW/TOUR STOP/GIVEAWAY






 Izzy Gallo has never been described as a member of the weaker sex. She’s a woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Growing up with four older overprotective brothers has hardened her, making her a force to be reckoned with.


Against the wishes of her two brothers, Joe and Mike, Izzy takes a weekend trip to Bike Week in Daytona, turning her world upside down.



Over her head, in a world she doesn’t understand, there’s only one man who can save her.



James Caldo has dedicated his life to protect and serve as a member of the DEA. He’s cocky, overbearing, and doesn’t take no for an answer – the Gallo men have nothing on him.



When their paths cross, James makes Izzy question everything she believes about completely surrendering to the opposite sex.



Does James have what it takes to overpower the headstrong Izzy, capturing her heart forever?





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Me: Lying through your teeth, doll. You’d be slamming yourself against my cock, taking all I had to give.

Sexy Fugitive: STOP.
My dick throbbed, aching for release. My balls had to be blue with the way they felt. Bastards may burst at any moment. I needed inside Izzy and I didn’t want to wait. I knew that if I jerked off, it wouldn’t fucking help. My hand didn’t compare to her milking the life out of my dick.
Me: Panties soaked?
Sexy Fugitive: I didn’t wear any today.
She didn’t understand how her trying to shut me the hell up was a total cocktease. I loved it. I could go out and find some nameless woman who would lay herself out and offer her pussy to me to relieve the ache deep in my balls. I didn’t want that. I only wanted her. After having a few tastes, I was hooked. No one else would ever compare.
Me: STOP.
Sexy Fugitive: I’m almost dripping thinking of you jamming your hard, long cock inside me.
She was the devil.
Me: STOP.




“Resist Me” is the fourth installment of Chelle Bliss’, “Men of Inked Series”. It is the story of Isabella Gallo, the youngest of five and the only sister of the Gallo family.  However IZZY, is far from a baby. She’s a sexy, sarcastic, shit talking sister who is somewhat of a new kind of feminist.  She speaks her mind. She gets all that she wants in and out of the bedroom, and she’s always in control. She'll never be that sweet, docile, weak, or and submissive to anyone fitting the description of the “caveman” type men that she’s been surrounded by all of her life….. That is, until she meets James.
Being a fan of the “Men of Inked Series” from book one, “Throttle Me”, I could not wait to read Izzy’s story. She’s had such a presence in every single one of the books, so far. She is often times, her brothers’ voice of reason. Because she’s so opinionated, confident, and decided in her delivery throughout the previous books, I absolutely could not wait to read her story. And “Resist Me” does not disappoint. Izzy really meets her match, when she meets James. He matches and exceeds the confidence, sarcasm, and sex appeal that she exudes. Not only does he tell her, but he shows her, just how much she wants him and that she belongs to him. I love the rapport between these two. It’s so far beyond a game of “cat and mouse” or playing hard to get. It’s survival of fittest, especially in the bedroom.  The mental and emotional gameplay for James is a tactic to secure what he wants…. Izzy. For Izzy, it a defense mechanism, that gets her nowhere fast. And James loves the resistance, it just adds fuel to his fire.
Besides, the pussy power and dick domination game being served between James and Izzy, there is another story being prefaced. That is the one of the oldest Gallo brother, Thomas. You really get a peek inside, as to why he has not been around for Sunday dinners, and the link between him, James, and Izzy. I absolutely cannot wait for that one.
“Resist Me” is was amazing read.  The characters are laughable, lovable, and LUST-worthy!  I recommend “Resist Me” to you all. Actually, I recommend the whole series.

Here are my ratings….

STORY LINE
5 BOOKS 
This isn’t just some erotica read, with a weak story line and some BDSM thrown here there. This is a story, with a plot, and it is an awesome one. As a reader you kept on your toes, you do not want to put this book down. YOU WILL NOT PUT THIS BOOK DOWN!

CHARACTERS
5 HEARTS

Characters – 5 HEARTS- I am so in love with them all. While being fictitious, these characters are extremely lifelike/real. Their personalities hold so much depth. You know that the author has put much thought into building each one.

SEX APPEAL/SCENES/ROMANCE
5 DRIPPIN' WET PANTIES

I know that I stated “this isn't just some erotica read….”, but damn, the raw intensity and passion coursing through the pages of “Resist Me” are scorching hot. And for that, it gets 5 dripping wet panties ;-) (New rating category)

OVERALL RATING: 5 STARS…. GO DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND READ THIS SERIES! 






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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

"Tea and Primroses" & "Blue Midnight" by Tess Thompson (Book Blitz/Giveaway)

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Book Title: Tea and Primroses
  Author: Tess Thompson
  Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: February 2014 

Synopsis

Tea and Primroses: Nothing is as it seemed in calm, quaint Legley Bay. Famous novelist, Constance (last name) lived a seemingly straightforward – if private – and somewhat predictable life. Friends, beloved daughter Sutton, a beautiful home, and all the success an author could wish for. A perfect life….but was it? When a hit and run accident suddenly takes her mother’s life, Sutton finds hidden secrets with her heartbreak. Emotional walls she assumed Constance had built to protect her privacy may have been to protect something – or someone – else entirely. Family and friends return home for support, including her own lost-love, Declan. He’s the first thing she craves to help her cope with her loss and the questions she’s left with, but he’s also the last person she wants to see. Will he be able to put down roots at last? Can the loss of true love be the making of a life or is it destined to be the undoing of everything? When money, power and love combine across time, anything is possible.

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Prologue
When the doorbell rang, Sutton Mansfield at first thought it was part of the music on the radio. She hummed to her favorite country station, set loud as she moved about her bungalow, sipping hot, black tea and unpacking from her overseas trip. She was looking forward to lunch with her mother, who had used her contacts in the publishing industry to arrange the dream trip for Sutton’s thirtieth birthday. Sutton had studied for two months with a master baker in Paris.
She pushed open her front window; the familiar scent of the seaside entered the room. It was an ordinary morning in Legley Bay: the sound of seagulls in the distance; the familiar view of her street, lined with modest houses built mostly in the 1940s; and, just beyond, the Pacific Ocean a paler blue than the August sky. Legley Bay was a one-stoplight kind of town, the unwanted stepchild of the northern Oregon coast. There were no tourist temptations here, no stretch of beach with famed rocks like Cannon Beach or Manzanita or Arch Cape. No one opened shops or restaurants to tempt wealthy city dwellers. It was nothing more than the ordinary here, buildings sagging and faded from damp, salty air, and small businesses struggling to survive against Wal-Mart and Costco thirty or so miles in every direction but west.
Opening the window a little farther, she took in a deep breath through her nose and felt grateful for the familiar. Home is home. It was good to return. She turned away from the view and back to her cozy bungalow, decorated with eclectic pieces she’d gathered over the years, antiques and shabby chic, all very French countryside, like the artisan and rustic baked goods she made: crusty breads, buttery pastries, soft cookies.
She’d conquered the croissant while in Paris. She smiled, thinking of it, but instantly sobered. There was nowhere to debut her new skills but her own kitchen. She had no job. Six months ago she’d left her assistant baker position at a well-known bakery in Portland, where she’d apprenticed for the better part of five years, to move home to Legley Bay. It was her dream to open her own shop, but so far the courage to do so had been as elusive as the perfect croissant.
The sound of the doorbell came again. Yes, it was the door, not a note in the music. Who could it be? No one but her mother knew she was back in town. She turned down the radio; her mobile phone was buzzing—Roger. She tossed the phone on the couch; it bounced on a cushion and fell onto the soft rug. Voicemail. Just go to voicemail, she thought. I need time to think. Not yet. She needed to speak with her mother first. Her mother would help her sort it through. Mom, I’m having doubts about the wedding. That’s all she would need to say. Then they would hash it out over a glass of wine or a walk on the beach. Is it just that I’m afraid or do I not love him enough? Her mother would know the answer.
The doorbell rang again just as she reached for the doorknob. Opening it, she saw Tim Ball, the town’s Chief of Police. He was the same age as her mother, in his mid-to-late fifties, and his lined face was still handsome, hinting at the town’s football star he once was. But today his skin was gray and his features pinched. She backed away from the door, as if he were going to hurt her. What was the matter?
“Sutton, can I come in?”
She nodded, backing into the room. Don’t say it.
He guided her toward the couch. “Please sit, sweetheart.”
She did so, clasping her hands together on her lap. “Is it my mom?”
“I’m so sorry.” He stopped; his eyes reddened. “She was killed this morning.”

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Book Title: Blue Midnight
  Author: Tess Thompson 
Genre: Romantic Suspense
  Release Date: July 2014 

Synopsis

“If you change your mind, here’s this.” Finn Lanigan kissed a young Blythe Heywood one last time under an Idaho star-scattered sky. Then she left, returning to her fiancĂ© and the wedding she’d committed to. It was the last kiss that ever weakened her knees, the last sky she noticed for over a dozen years. Thirteen years later, newly divorced, she finds the forgotten slip of paper in the back of drawer. Finn Lanigan - 208-555-2004 She’d tossed it years before, hadn’t she? Surely she had, in one of the moments that first year of marriage when her loyalty was resolute. Apparently not. Here it lived. Her temptation. Her road not taken. Facing three weeks without her young daughters, she sets out to find the man she left behind so long ago. With only the name of the small town where he once lived, Peregrine, Idaho, and the memory of their last kiss under a starry sky, she heads across the Pacific Northwest in search of him. What she finds in the foothills of Blue Mountain and the tiny town of Peregrine changes her life forever. But it is her destiny and destinies cannot be denied. The first book of the Lanigan Clan Collection, laced with Thompson’s complex and diverse characters, “Blue Midnight” is a mature love story about second chances, family and the complexities of trust and vulnerability after betrayal."

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Chapter 1
I found it at the very back of my bedside table drawer, next to a forgotten bottle of nail polish. I’d forgotten to empty the drawers in preparation for the movers that morning and was doing so now, shoving most of the neglected or forsaken contents into trash bags. But this scrap of paper, it stopped me. Shaped like a duck’s beak and wedged between the bottom of the drawer and the back panel, with just its tip exposed, it wasn’t enough, really, to indicate something of any significance. But I knew. I knew in an instant. I stood motionless, taking in every jagged detail. Then, I tugged; it came loose easily. This small slip of paper with a man’s name and number scrawled in blue ink seemed benign enough. Finn Lanigan 208-555-2004. And yet, the pulse at my neck quickened. Heat traveled from my center to every limb. I sank on molten legs to the stripped mattress. I held this scrap of paper, torn from a bar receipt, between damp fingers and stared at it like the ghost it was.
I’d tossed it years before, hadn’t I? Surely I had, in one of my moments that first year of marriage when my loyalty was resolute. Hadn’t I disposed of it when I embraced my choice? Apparently not. Here it lived. My temptation. My road not taken.
My daughters’ voices floated up the winding staircase from where they chased one another like wanton puppies in the now nearly empty 4,500 square feet of custom floors, intricate finish work, and marble countertops. I went to the window that faced the street and looked out onto our neighborhood park, empty this morning of children. Today was the first day of summer vacation and children and their mothers were sleeping late. How many hours of my life had I spent in that park, pushing my babies in swings, chasing after them as toddlers, and, when they were old enough to climb the play structures by themselves, chatting with other mothers about this milestone or that? The hours could not be calculated, of course, nor the wages lost by choosing to stay at home with my children instead of continuing my career.
The windows were open to let the fresh June air cleanse away all remnants of the scents of my family before the new owners claimed it with their own smells. Outside, the movers shouted to one another as they loaded the family room couch into the moving truck. My neighbor from two doors down walked by the truck, her eyes averted. Her manicured hands grasped the leash of her Labradoodle. She couldn’t look. It was easier to pretend the collective nightmare for almost every woman in our affluent Seattle neighborhood had not happened to someone in their circle, someone with whom they exercised, had dinner parties, and volunteered at private school. Someone they liked. A stay-at-home mom, almost forty-five, left by her husband for another woman and forced to leave her beautiful home and sought-after neighborhood. I was everyone’s worst-case scenario.
My eyes went back to the slip of paper in my hand.
If you change your mind, here’s this. Then he’d kissed me one last time under an Idaho star-scattered sky larger than any other. After the kiss I wished would last forever ended, as all good things must, I turned away, back to the life I’d agreed to, the wedding I’d committed to. It was the last kiss that ever weakened my knees, the last sky I noticed for thirteen years.
Now, Clementine, my seven-year-old, pounded up the stairs, followed by the tip-tap of her older sister Lola in her flip-flops. I shoved the slip of paper in the pocket of my shorts. I couldn’t know then why I didn’t just toss it in the garbage like I had so many memories and possessions in the weeks preceding. I know now. It was my destiny, and destinies cannot be denied.

Meet the Author 

 Tess Thompson is a novelist and playwright with a BFA in Drama from the University of Southern California. In 2011 she released her first novel, Riversong, which subsequently became a best seller. Like her main character in the Legley Bay collection, Tess is from a small town in Oregon. She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her two young daughters, Emerson and Ella, and their puppy Patches. She is inspired daily by the view of the Cascade Mountains from her home office window. Tess is working on her next novel and regularly blogs about her journey as a mother, author and friend at www.tesswrites.com.

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