Thursday, July 31, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
NA / Coming of Age
*The book contains adult content and is appropriate for ages 17+*
This means, the characters like to swear - or as we say in the south, cuss. While there is no strong sexual content, the story does imply the act itself. You have been warned ;)
Review by Giana Racine, Blogger/ Reviewer for Rising Indies United:
This is the first book that I have read that wasn't a paranormal, that wasn't erotica or anything of that nature. I absolutely fell in love with it. I couldn't put it down. The character's were just your everyday down to each teenager's, yes they liked to get together and have the occasional parties, what teenager hasn't? You can relate a lot to the character's and could feel what they feel. This book was great from start to finish. The story will draw you in and will have you wanting more. Sonya Loveday created such a down to earth atmosphere with this book. I loved this book and can't wait to read more of them by her.
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The Casted Series
Title: To Tempt an Earl (Greenford Waters Legacy, #2)
Author: Kristin Vayden
Series: Greenford Waters Legacy
Tempting an Earl is not for the faint of heart.
Thank heavens Bethanny is anything but faint!
Now, honest, perhaps--too honest, but never faint!
After all, why flirt when you can tempt? And why the devil would a woman choose to swoon, when she could be kissed?
Of course, she'd never try something so...honest, on anyone but Lord Graham.
He's the only one she wants.
He alone has her heart.
He hadn’t a clue.
So it was only polite that she tell him.
Now, if only her blasted guardian, the Duke of Clairmont, would see Graham as more of a suitor than his old friend.
Because Graham is anything but old and most certainly not just a friend, not after that kiss, or that touch.
Though, if she were to lay all her cards on the table--which any gently bred woman ought--he wasn't completely aware it was her mouth, her lips, or her touch.
But that's beside the point now, isn't it?
Kristin's inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! She loves to make soap, sauerkraut, sourdough bread and gluten free muffins. Life is full of blessings and she praises God for the blessed and abundant life He's given her.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
What happens to the dead when they die? Do they go to Heaven? To Hell? On a luxury cruise?
It wasn’t a question Olivia Brennan ever thought to ask. After all, once you've been to Hell and back, how much worse can things get? Her harrowing descent has already cost her everything - her home, her career, the man she loves. But when an enemy resurfaces looking to settle a score, she learns there’s more to lose than she ever imagined.
Purgatory harbors more secrets than the depths of Hell, and Olivia has landed smack dab in the middle of their tangled web. Faced with an impossible choice, she must reach into the darkest parts of her soul for the strength she needs to save everyone she loves. But even if she succeeds, will she ever be the same again?Maybe some questions are better left unanswered. If there’s one thing experience has taught her, it’s that the universe loves to kick her ass.
Zane hit the floor hard, landing on his shoulder, and that's about the time I freaked out. I dropped to my knees next to him. I shook him, patted his cheeks, and screamed his name, but received no response. I didn't know anything about his "gift," as he called it. Had he just overloaded? Had I put him in some sort of weird, undead coma? Had he simply fallen asleep because the "show" bored him?I grabbed a glass of water from my nightstand and splashed it in his face, but still got nothing. Tossing the glass aside, I looked around the room for other options, but saw none. Deciding to go get help, I jumped to my feet. Devon was right next door, after all.I stopped halfway down the stairs, realizing if I woke Devon then I'd have to tell him what had happened. What Zane had seen. Nope, that wasn't an option. I juked back and forth on the step, having trouble deciding if I should run back up or down. I finally decided on down. My phone was downstairs. I could call someone. I ran into the kitchen and swiped it off the counter where I'd left it when I'd come in to make tea.
I tore back through the house and ran back upstairs. Who could I call? Portia and Tore were out of the question for the same reasons as Devon. Not to mention they weren't in the know about Zane's gift. My heart pounded harder as it dawned on me. There was one other option, but the question was, should I call him?
I made it back into my room to find Zane still heaped on the floor. The situation constituted an emergency. Drake would know what to do. They had been friends long enough that he'd have to know how to fix this. Even if he didn't want to speak to me, surely he'd want to help Zane. At the very least he'd probably want to know that I'd "broken" his best friend.
As we lay together listening to the clock tick and the deliverymen going in and out of my new place, something inside me started to hurt, too. I tried to wipe away an unexpected tear as it danced down my cheek. I'd always known I needed Devon, but until that very moment, I'd never fully understood how much he needed me in return. My heart ached thinking about the pain he must have suffered in my absence. Just imagining losing him made me want to hold on and never let go again.
Even though I was still very much in love with Drake, as I lay there with Devon, I realized there would always be a part of my heart that was his and his alone. No man would ever be able to touch it or steal it away. That part of my heart wished we were more than friends. The little part knew we were perfect for each other and hated any woman he was with because she wasn't me. That part of me knew — with one hundred percent certainty — that in another life, there would be more to us than just a platonic love.
I believe sometimes it's possible to have a relationship with someone that transcends being friends or lovers. It's something more tangible, and only the two people in that relationship understand it, yet neither could ever explain it to an outsider. It's the very definition of beauty and peace.
It was him.
It was me.
It was us.
He was my Devon and I was his Olivia. He was my butt munch. I was his dork face. He was the love of my other life, and I, the love of his.Teaser #3 With Mourning Inamorata in my hands, I sat on the edge of my bed. My fingers traced over the bumpy, raised surface of the paint. I imagined Drake in his studio working on it and his hand resting where mine was. Another piece of my heart broke. It was the closest contact I'd probably ever have with him again, and we were separated by unmerciful time. Drake longing in the past, me longing in the present. The connection felt just as strong and somehow just as distant as it always had.
I wiped away my tears and set the painting down on the bed. I'd only had a couple hours of shuteye, but I couldn't go back to sleep now. Everything was too painful. I didn't need a reminder that all I had left of Drake was a painting and a haunting version of what once had been.
A pale moon hung in the crimson-stained sky, surrounded by ominous storm clouds. I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Below me was nothing but slate and darkness. A fierce, warm wind blew, yet the black water barely rippled. A gust blew the skirt of my long black gown. The material blew in waves behind me. The long bell-sleeves caught in the breeze as I raised my hand. The air felt thick, like wet sand slipping through my fingers. I closed my eyes to allow the wind invitation to my touch, but something about it felt wrong… very wrong.
Amazing story. I could not put this book down. Twists and turns had me reading so fast. I didn't want it to end! I freaking love this series and still love Drake!
Olivia just can't catch a break, AT ALL. She is heart broken and going through so much. She doesn't want to let anyone know about what she is going through or where she went. It is her weight to bare, no one elses.
The plot twists had me calling Nicki some choice words and wanting to throw my kindle at some parts. I may have even messaged her to yell at her. The twists were not predictable at all. I can't wait for book 3, and doubt that I will do so patiently.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
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Figure Eight- A strong, secure knot that jams under pressure.
He was betrayed by the one person to loosen the knots of his control.
She sacrificed her love to protect him.
Blackmailed into destroying the man she desperately fell in love with, Ashley (Carter) Woodson tries desperately to cling to hope that Dominic will one day understand her reasons for her betrayal and stop the one person determined to keep them apart.
False accusations send Dominic Michaels into a legal battle involving The Celtic Knot and emotional turmoil from the devastation that Ashley caused him. The battle between his head and his heart makes picking up the pieces of his life difficult while he fights to escape the haunting memories of the only woman to break his control.
When outside forces conspire against them, will Dominic be able to unravel the ropes on his heart to trust Ashley again?
What happens when love exists on the edge between finished and infinity
Review by Giana Racine. Blogger/ Reviewer for Rising Indies United:
******THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY *******
I rate this book 5 Stars!
Author Cassy Roop is truly a phenomenal erotica author! I love this series and highly recommend it to everyone! She knows how to keep you on the edge of your seat and leaves you craving more. She is also the queen of cliffhangers hehe. The raw emotion that I experienced while reading this was just... WOW! Not only was I in tears, I felt every Angry emotion that Dominic felt, every Heartbreaking emotion Ashley felt. I mean the pictures she paints for her readers, every single detail or emotion of the character physically pulls you into the story that you feel apart of their world. Cassy has out done herself once again with this 2nd book. I absolutely love that she was able to capture my imagination, draw me into the book and have me not be able to put it down! AND OH MY GOD THE ENDING!!!! You will literally be ripped in two when you get finished with this book.
Cassy Roop is a lover of all things romance. An avid reader from a young age, it has always been a dream of hers to allow the characters that take solstice in her mind to have their own story.
By day she is a daycare providing, group fitness instructing college student where she is studying graphic design.
By night she is a contemporary/erotic romance author. She resides in Virginia with her husband and three kids.
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