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Month: April 2015 (page 3 of 8)

Blog Tour, Excerpts & Reviews: High Strung & Crash Ride by T. Gephart





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Ashlyn Murphy was not living the dream. Twenty-seven years old, college educated, up to her eyeballs in debt and yet she’d been relegated to pouring beers at a local bar. She desperately needed an out and was willing to do anything to get back into the corporate world. Well, almost anything. Dan Evans, Rock Star was NOT one of those things. In fact she despised him. Apparently he didn’t get the memo.

Dan Evans, bass player of international rock band Power Station had it all. He was rich, travelled the world, played to millions of adoring fans and had no shortage of beautiful women willing to share his bed. He didn’t need a moody redheaded knockout with a superiority complex complicating his life. Or did he?

When two people who couldn’t be more opposite cross paths, it’s bound to be explosive; sometimes all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show.


Get ready for witty banter, funny situations and dirty mouths. I loved Ash and Dan’s story – for the most part.

Dan is the asshole rocker that you love to hate, but yet you find out that under that mask, he cares. *collective AWWWW* His quick banging days are quickly left behind when he falls head over heels for Ash. He’s protective, loyal, hilarious and so fucking sweet in his asshole-like way. Ash gives some pretty good banter herself. That girl can hold her own with him – and anyone – and she was immediately likeable. Of course she’s, well, high strung, and has her life perfectly planned. When she meets Dan she’s thrown for a massive loop – she doesn’t think she should want to date him…if he even dates at all. He’s the wrench thrown into her carefully crafted life, but she’s addicted to him.

I loved this story so much I wanted to throw it in a big bowl, drizzle chocolate syrup over it and declare it a cheat day. I completely ignored every person and animal in my house throughout this entire book, so well done T.

I cannot get enough of well done rock star erotic romances. Seriously, it’s a illness that I don’t care to remedy. And when these stories are done well? OHMYGOD it’s like I fell into smut heaven. High Strung exemplifies all the reasons for why I love this trope so damn much.

But see that pesky fifth star being empty? I usually don’t throw visuals up, but it seemed appropriate here. I was aching to scribble in that fifth star, I really wanted to. Everything else about this book was perfection: the writing style, the use of dialogue, the character development, and the cadence and flow of the story and transitions. I had fallen in love with this book so hard, five stars had been allotted, and then…..Ash made me want to kick her in the face. Her drama-filled antics were a bit unnecessary and made me incredibly annoyed. And then the ending was lackluster compared to the build up that it was alleviating. SADFACE.

However, other than that, I am a complete believer in Power Station novels. Book 2 filled in that 5th star with no problems (see below)…now, SIGN ME UP FOR BOOK 3.

[I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review]


I stood, in preparation for my turn, when I felt a shadow cast over me blocking out the midday sun. It was just my luck to finally get an interview with a halfway decent job and some crazy-ass Armageddon took over New York. I slowly turned—might as well get a good view of whatever fate was about to befall me—and I almost smacked directly into Alex Stone.


Alex Stone was the lead guitarist of the band, Power Station, and while I had not been a fan of the band, I was definitely an appreciator of this fine specimen in front of me. Standing six four, with an amazingly toned body, ice-blue eyes, and magnificent blond hair, he had been engineered to be a sex symbol. Rivaling Michelangelo’s David, he was chiseled to perfection. The fact I didn’t care for his music did not detract from my fascination. In fact he could probably give up his music career, stand in the Met Museum and allow us mortals to glare longingly at him all day. What? Living art is a legitimate gig.

“Hello,” Alex purred, dazzling me with his amazing devilish grin. “Are you waiting to see Lexi?”

Of course I knew Lexi Reed was not only the band’s publicist but also married to the guitarist, aka the guy in front of me, but man, Lexi was like Barbie. The bitch had everything.

I blinked, allowing my eyes to float down his sexy muscular chest and noticed he had a Baby Bjorn carrier with a sleeping infant inside strapped across it, hindering my view. I think my ovaries just exploded. It was too much. Because when Alex wasn’t sending the panty-wearing population into overdrive by being a rock god, he was a new dad to his baby daughter, Grace. I mean, seriously, how could a woman not swoon over that deadly combination?

“Um,” I mumbled like a moron, all my years of education flashing before my eyes, unable to make my mouth function. He was talking to me?

“I’m just going to need a moment of her time, mind if I step in ahead of you?” His smooth voice curled around every word, making love to it.

I nodded wordlessly, feeling compelled to continue the moronic theme I had running. It was better than throwing myself at his feet and worshiping him, a very real danger the longer he stood there. He was more than just good-looking, he was obscenely attractive, and I had this unbelievable urge to lick him, slowly, like a cat.

Taking my wide-eyed, enthusiastic nod as a yes and seeing he wasn’t going to get anything more intelligible out of me, Alex strode into Lexi Reed’s office. I watched as his ridiculously hot body disappeared through the doorway, my eyes straining to catch the last glimpse of his incredibly toned ass before it slipped from view.

“He’s married and a douchebag,” an uninvited voice said, pulling me from my happy place.

“Huh?” I twisted around, ready to disembowel the owner of said voice for ruining my Alex Stone fantasy.

“He,” the owner of the voice pointed to the door Alex had just walked through, “Is. A. Douchebag.” He enunciated slowly before continuing, “Alex. Is. Also. Mar-ried.” He paused before each syllable for effect.

Standing in front of me, marring my memory of Alex, was the owner of the voice – an annoying man. Shorter than Alex, at what I assumed to be roughly six foot, he eyed me with more interest than I was comfortable with. He had a mess of dark hair, smoldering dark brown eyes, and was covered in tattoos, the evidence poking out from the sleeves of his T-shirt. Next to the word badass in the dictionary, I’m sure there was a picture of this guy. Dressed in torn, dark blue jeans, and a Misfits T-shirt, he was the epitome of a rock star, without the finesse Alex possessed. Despite his unkempt look he was strangely sexy, although his smug smile made me want to add ripping out his tongue to the disembowelment I already had planned.

“I heard what you said,” I snapped. “There is nothing wrong with my hearing. I just don’t know why you cared to volunteer that information.” Despite his good looks, I think if either of those two men was a douchebag it would be the one who was still talking to me.

“Oh cool, you talk.” He laughed. “I just wasn’t sure if you were just a star-struck fan or you had a disability. I was trying to be polite.” He moved closer, stretching out his hand. “I’m Dan. Dan Evans.”

“I’m not a star-struck anything. And I don’t have a disability. I don’t know what you are talking about.” I purposely rejected his handshake and instead adjusted my jacket, annoyed he had assumed I was just another one of those girls. Who was this guy anyway? Judging by his appearance, I guessed him to be another member of the band, possibly the drummer? He probably needed to compensate about not getting enough attention being holed up behind a drum kit.

“Look, it’s fine, babe. We’re used to it. Girls get crazy over us all the time. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” He pulled back his hand and shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my lack of civility.

“I’m not embarrassed. And I’m not your babe. Whatever you think you saw, you were mistaken. I don’t get crazy.” I was slightly embarrassed, but more irritated I’d been caught staring…and called on it.

“Sure. Okay. You don’t want to admit it, that’s fine but I know what I saw, and you were throwing so much heat in Stone’s direction I’m surprised the paint didn’t peel off the wall.” He pulled out a stick of gum and popped it into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was irate. Clearly not a gentleman.

“Oh my god. I was not throwing heat. Are you insane?” I hissed, my embarrassment manifested into full-blown anger as I tried my best to save face. No matter how gorgeous this man in front of me was, I was not going to let him get the better of me.

“You can keep denying it all you like, babe. Makes no difference to me. I just thought I’d be charitable and point out it’s a waste of your time.” He chewed on his gum, smirking. “You have a better chance of the Cleveland Indians winning a World Series than Stone sleeping around. Now me on the other hand, I don’t have those kinds of restrictions.”

My face flushed with anger, as I officially wanted to kill him. Yet stupidly, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was as he smugly stood in front of me, his broad chest filling the material of the tee that did little to hide the toned flesh that lay beneath. What the hell was wrong with me? He was rude, arrogant and probably teeming with every STD known to man, and he’d called me babe…twice. I was not going there.

“Did you take some kind of class to learn how to be so offensive or is this a natural ability?” I leaned forward, refusing to allow him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under my skin.

“How did I offend you? I have been nothing but polite. I haven’t even looked at your tits.” Dan stared at me bewildered, actually confused.

“Wow. My tits and the rest of me thank you for your lack of interest.” I gave him my best death stare, disappointed I didn’t have some mutant ability that would render him incapacitated. I blamed my pre-teen fixation with comic books for giving me such unrealistic expectations.

“Don’t mention it. They are a little on the small side, it makes things easier.” He shrugged, talking about my breast size like it was no big deal. The edges of his mouth curved as his eyes dipped down to gaze at my aforementioned tits, which were thankfully contained by my conservative business shirt.

“Really? You’re not even going to hide the fact you are now staring at my breasts?”

“Well now we are talking about them, I kinda can’t help myself.” He grinned, not even having the decency to be remorseful. “You know, now that I’ve looked at them, they don’t seem so bad. You should maybe pop a button or two though, work with what you got.”



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Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that, fantasies. When her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it puts her on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t live up to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart and funny blonde left his mind and his body feeling like a pretzel. No matter how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that down. Maybe she was right. One night, and then they could go back to being just friends.

Both of them were delusional.

Book two of the Power Station series


Move over Megs, I am now Power Station’s number one fan.

I love this book so much I’d like to take it to bed. Or maybe I’d just like to take Troy to bed because, SERIOUSLY. This book got me so worked up I’m verging on a TMI overshare. I’ll try to restrain myself…from sharing.

I hadn’t read T. Gephart before this series and I was a little wary because I honestly don’t really like the covers of the books. GOD SORRY. But, don’t judge a book blah blah blah. So, I went for it. I’m clearly glad I did.

I could read this book all day. And I’m not kidding. I could read this book over and over all day, because it’s just that good. T. Gephart hit the exact combination of storyline (hot, yet good, guy rocker meets witty / has no filter woman), plus good writing, plus snarky dialogue, plus a bit of seriousness of the side. As a reader it was everything I wanted and more.

Megs is Ash’s best friend who I thought was a little nuts, but a lot kind, after reading High Strung. That girl seriously has no filter and I loved it. Her word vomit was outrageous and perfect.

Troy Harris. It has to be said that way, right? He’s not just known as Troy to Megs, he’s Troy Harris. The man she’s had a virtual crush on since, uhhhh, forever. The guy you get a hall pass from your significant other because, never gonna meet him. However, Megs HAS met him and she’s lusting after him IN REAL LIFE ever since Dan and Ash got together. Oops. Is it that obvious Megs? YES, it’s that obvious.

As Megs and Troy navigate through the uncharted waters of dating when they don’t think they should be dating, I was engrossed and enthralled. I actually shed a couple of tears too. Sheesh, this one got to me.

This book is cool, sassy and full of humor. If you need a hot rocker who knows how to please his woman (sweet christ, his cock was its own character) then you MUST read this book. *showers praise, glitter and five stars*

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]


It’s not like I had spent the last six months pining after a guy I couldn’t have. No, I had brushed myself off and went full steam ahead in trying to find a distraction. Any distraction. Not that I started bedding strange men and having one-night stands, but I was certainly more open to a casual relationship. I was actively dating and I’d always had a healthy sex life, but the last couple of months… well I was a little bored with what the life buffet had offered me. Maybe it’s the bad-boy hang up or the allure of the forbidden, but the reasons why Troy and I shouldn’t sleep together were making less and less sense. After all, we were adults. Rational ones even. Well, for the most part. Feelings wouldn’t even have to come into it. Who says it has to be a relationship? It could just be just sex. Maybe once we’d had sex, the whole forbidden fruit issue would be gone, thus remedying the situation. Maybe, it would be like a vaccination, sort of like when they give you the live virus of something to prevent a full-blown outbreak. It would definitely cure the sexual frustration I had going on.

“Um, Megs? Where did you go?” Troy’s raised eyebrow hinted at the fact I’d zoned out again. It seemed to be a real hazard when I was around him. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the stairs that lead to the VIP area.

“I was just thinking…” I swallowed. My heartbeat raced as I contemplated what I was about to say. Best not to over thinking it, I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I was also stone cold sober, as Troy had helpfully pointed out, so there was no way I could blame my future actions on inebriation. Still, there was a sure fire way to stop the loop of crap rolling around in my head and that way was standing in front of me. Sue me if I sounded desperate, I really didn’t care about public opinion, what I needed was to lose myself for an hour or two. And the person I wanted to do that with was Troy. Here goes nothing. I was about to test my theory once and for all to prove that honesty is in fact the best policy.

“We should have sex.”

“Whoa. Um. Megs. Maybe we should get a drink first. Maybe sit down?” Troy smiled but didn’t act shocked. After all, the flirting was nothing new so he probably assumed this was just an extension of that. Turning it up a notch, if you will. I could tell he didn’t think it was a legitimate proposition. I would fix that.

“No seriously. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced we should do it.”

He lowered his face inches from mine. “Megs, didn’t we already agree dating would be a bad idea?”

“Who said anything about dating? No, I’m talking about fucking. Just sex. Purely physical,” I clarified in case there was any confusion. I figured if I was going to sell this baby, I had to do it justice and leaving wiggle room in the interpretation would not do.

His eyes narrowed, realizing I was serious. “Were you drinking before you got to Ash and Dan’s?”

Laughing would be inappropriate, and would not help my cause, so I tried not to. It wasn’t easy. Sure what I was asking was slightly out of character—scratch that, extremely out of character—but I had suggested it in the past. Granted I’d been drunk, and my lets-have-sex had been off-the-cuff, but a proposal had been made. What did I have to lose? “No. I’m completely sober. Actually, this is the clearest my mind has been in a long time.”

“So we’re just supposed to fuck and then stay friends?” His eyes were a mix of contradiction and confusion. Strangely, it just made him even more alluring. “I really don’t think that works out that way for anyone.”

While I admired his integrity on the issue—really, give the man a round of applause—it was his other attributes I was interested in tonight. It wasn’t going to turn into some long and romantic love story. I was okay with that. I was surprised I hadn’t come to this conclusion sooner. Sex was definitely the answer. “No, not if they go in with other expectations. Of course, we know better. No emotional attachment, just fulfilling a primal need.”

His mouth curved into a grin and despite my indecent proposal, he didn’t seem pissed. “Megs, think about what you are saying. Once you go there, you can’t un-go there. We both know it’s not that simple.”

“Are you two coming up or what? I thought we were going to party tonight, not have a PTA meeting on the stairs,” Dan called from the top of the stairs, his arm around Ash. I guess they had finally noticed our absence, or potentially heard the whistle of the crazy train threatening to take me away.

“Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute.” Troy turned and called back to him over the noise. Secretly I was glad he hadn’t just shot down the conversation. It would be premature to high-five myself just yet.

Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for that later; her intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what I was actually doing.

I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was fighting a losing battle. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by me?”

“Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans. Trust me, not being turned on is not the issue here.”

So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very least his dick was, and lets face it, that was the only part we really needed to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. Maybe the stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d come this far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an overachiever.

“I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and take him home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the orgasm, I mean.”

Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. “And you think we can just have sex and shit won’t be awkward later?”

“I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help us.” At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a drawback as far as I was concerned.

“How do you figure?”

I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my finishing maneuver. The final wrap up. The end argument. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and secretly wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and wondering what it would feel like to come with your cock inside me.”

His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body. The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.

“Fuck.” He hissed out a breath.



T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

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LIFT – Week 3 GIVEAWAYS! – Authors Raising Awareness for Autism

LIFT banner justifiedWeek 3 of LIFT doesn’t let up! We have such incredible donations from amazing authors this week.

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Cover Reveal & Excerpt: The Magnolia Affair by T.A. Foster

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Title: The Magnolia Affair

Author: TA Foster

Genre: Romantic Thriller

Release Day: May 21st

 About The Magnolia Affair:

Audrey Kingston has the perfect life she always wanted. An adoring husband, a beautiful house, book club nights with friends. It was idyllic. It was serene. Until Paxton Tanner, candidate for state senator, moved in next door.

Seduced by his undeniable charm, Audrey’s life becomes unrecognizable as she gives in to her impulses.

The affair becomes deadly, and she gets tossed into a political scandal that leads all the way to the governor’s office.

When love becomes lethal, there’s only one way out.


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Exclusive Excerpt:

I am having an affair.

I know what you’re thinking. There has to be a reason. There needs to be a reason. Something acceptable like after five years of marriage I had spent too many nights alone with a glass of wine. Or when my workaholic husband was home we slept back to back, as if he had forgotten how to touch me.

You would understand that. You’d probably pity me and say, “Bless her heart. How could a husband treat his wife that way? What else could you do?”

You’d want me to tell you that the only thing we exchanged was conversations about the weather and updates on what needed to be added to the grocery list.

It would probably calm the judgment bubbling to the surface if I described how we ate dinner in front of the television, commenting occasionally on a drastic cliffhanger to be continued next week.

You’d give me a look of pity if I told you he stopped noticing when I got my hair cut or if I walked into the room in a new dress.

The story would start to come together in your mind if I painted a picture of how we went to bed at separate times out of habit, forgetting that we once scheduled everything around the other.

You could see it happening. You would almost feel it slipping away like water through your fingertips. It might create doubt about your own marriage, even though you’d shake your head, knowing that couldn’t happen to you. Little pieces of your own truth filtering in between the images you have of us.

It wasn’t my fault. That’s what you’d tell yourself. You’d probably want to hug me and console me with soothing words, “It’s understandable. No one can blame you.”

But I have a confession. Something you won’t want to hear. Words that will haunt you more than the excuses. None of it is true. My husband didn’t do those things. There isn’t a single thing that led me to another man.

I am having an affair for the worst possible reason. Because I can.

A Magnolia taken in the afternoon sun in Summerville SC

About T.A. Foster:

T.A. Foster grew up catching rays and waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her husband, three children and canine kiddo.

She has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.

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Cover Reveal: This One’s For You by Brandy Jellum

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Book Summary:

All alone in a new state, Brennan Daniels has only the memories of her best friend, Reagan, to keep her company as she starts college. Reagan is the reason for everything Brennan does—before she died, she made Brennan promise to stay good until she found a man worth keeping. No boys, no dating, and definitely no falling in love—those were the rules for college, and Brennan carved them into the brick walls guarding her heart…

But there’s a fire burning behind those walls, and when Brennan meets Owen Scott, the (mysterious) new guy across the hall, she can’t deny the pull between them. He is everything she should never want. Everyone warns her to stay away—even Owen himself—but the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it knows that it’s going to get hurt—even if it means throwing old promises to new flames…

Author Bio:

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Brandy’s passion for writing began long before she actually sat down to write. As a child, she has had an obsession with reading, everything from the classic stories by Jane Austen to YA Fiction by Richelle Mead. Finally, in 2012, she decided to create her own stories for people to fall in love with. Brandy bounces back and forth writing both Romance and Young Adult Fiction (which is mainly just for fun).

At the beginning of 2014, Brandy signed a contract with publishing company Booktrope. She is very excited about the next chapter of her life and cannot wait to share her books and passion with readers.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found chasing after her husband, her four children and her black lab, Diesel. Or curled up on her favorite corner of the couch with her newest book.

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Cover Reveal: Hurt You by Abby McCarthy


All Antonio did was hurt her.
All he did was give her hell.
He took away everything good in her world.
Everything that ever mattered.

Jenny is used to putting on a brave facade, letting the outside world see her as wild and free. She is loyal and loves with her whole heart, loving others so much that she is willing to sacrifice herself in the process.

Jules was only supposed to be a diversion for Jenny. Fun times with no strings attached. She didn’t intend to fall for Jules, a member of The Devil’s Crusader’s Motorcycle Club. But fall for him is exactly what she did.

Antonio has been wreaking havoc on her life since Jenny was sixteen years old. Now she is forced to marry Antonio to keep her loved ones safe, destroying the man she loves in the process and driving him away.

Riding back into town after years away, Jules discovers the woman he once loved no longer exists, and it’s up to him to see if he can bring her back.

NOTE TO READER: This book contains strong sexual scenes and violence against women. Jenny curses so if you can’t stand the “f” bomb then avoid this one. This is book 3, however each book in the series can be read as a stand alone.


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Wreck You

“My name is Maura McCafferty. I take men who love me and I destroy them. If there was a scarlet letter I could wear to keep the men at bay, it would be a W. I would wear it proudly, to let them know I am a wrecker. If you love me, I will wreck you.”

Raised within the Devil’s Crusader’s, Maura has been exposed to many of life’s uglies and sheltered from any real relationships. She has all but given up on the idea of love.

Until she meets Corbin Marx, a sexy beast of a Marine who refuses to back down from any challenge. He is the type of man Maura has craved, the type who might just be strong enough…

This journey will be brutal, littered with violence, deceit and heartache. Maura must learn to navigate through the bumpy roads that life has paved and hope that at the end she will find her happiness.

Warning: Due to violence, language, drug use and sexual content this book is not suited for anyone under 17. If those things offend you, this might too.



Fight You

Daws is a Devil Crusader, born and raised a bad boy. He’s sick of superficial, meaningless relationships. Fate throws him a curveball when Aubrey begins working for his dad’s motorcycle shop.

Aubrey is damaged and scarred.

She’s running from a past that has the ability to destroy her. It’s not just herself that she needs to protect. She’s fighting to save her sister. She needs to keep the monster away and she’ll do everything in her power to keep her sister safe.

She wasn’t expecting to meet Daws, the man who would change their lives. Dangerous, strong and completely hers, her heart never had a chance.

Is Daws capable of protecting her from the monster who haunts her? The monster who will stop at nothing to get to her? He wants her back, that much is clear.

She just hopes that when the time comes, she’s strong enough to save them all….

Please Note: This is the second book in the Wrecked series. It can be read as a stand alone and it is not necessary to have read Wreck You, however reading Wreck You first may give you some background to Daws. This book is intended for mature audiences as it has graphic scenes involving sex and child abuse. The use of the F bomb is frequently thrown around so if that offends you, I wouldn’t recommend reading this.



Abby McCarthy

Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?





Cover Reveal: Jaded by Ali Parker

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Book Summary:

As a photographer for the New York Post, Kari Martin was used to seeing heartache and scandal up close. But one night at the club… her whole world changed.

Heartbroken and willing to call off her wedding, she decides a change is in order and moves from NYC to a small town in Maine, where the average age of the residents there is sixty (or thereabouts). She works to fit in perfectly, and tries like hell not to let anyone find out just how very jaded she’s recently become over the lie called love.

Jake Isaac left Texas quite a few years ago; his heart torn from his chest, and his mind set on being a bachelor forever. Maine would welcome him, give him land to explore and a community to belong to. Getting a job as the coach of the local junior high and serving on the fire department kept him busy — and labeled him a hometown hero — but the truth of his damaged heart was forever hidden.

No one would ever know just how jaded he was about love. That is… until he meets Kari.

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Author Bio:

Ali Parker is a contemporary romance writer who is looking to flood the market this year with lots of great, quick reads. For those of you who love a full-length novel, we’ll be boxing up the serial trilogies into a box set a week after the last release.

Ali’s first serial set, Jaded is available on Amazon, the first book being FREE!

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Release Day & Excerpt: Love Series by Melissa Collins

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***SPECIAL RELEASE WEEK PRICE OF 99 CENTS*** The entire series is together for a limited time. This box set includes the complete Love Series – Let Love In, Let Love Stay, Let Love Heal, Let Love Shine, Let Love Be, and Let Love Live. From New Adult to M/m Contemporary Romance, there’s something in here for everyone. Laugh, cry, and fall in love with the couples of this bestselling series.

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“So where do we sign?” Dylan’s voice cuts through my sidetracked brain.

Refocusing my attention back on him, I stammer. “Huh? What?”

He steps next to me, pats me on the shoulder, but his touch lands more on my chest than my arm. I stare down at his hand, struck dumb – well, dumber than I currently sound, anyway. He pulls his hand away, chuckling at me. “The gym. We like it. Where do we sign?”

Reid laughs along with Dylan as they follow me back out to the front entrance. I give them the paperwork and before long, they’re both off to the locker room to get changed.

I do not think about what Dylan looks like out of his suit. Nope, I definitely don’t do that. It’s been so long since anyone has worked me up like that. And it’s ridiculous really, if I think about it.

Dylan’s here with his partner. They have a kid together. And here I am fantasizing about someone else’s man just because I think he’s attractive.

Though, anyone would be a fool to think otherwise. His light blond hair flops forward in his blue-grey eyes. Everything about him screams perfection; a hard jawline, dusted with the perfect five o’clock shadow; high cheekbones create a square shape without being too hard-edged. The one thing that’s not perfect, his nose; it’s crooked, looks like it’s been broken more than once. It actually makes him even more perfect than if it had been straight, somehow.

I can’t let myself go there, though. There’s too much on my plate right now to add in a relationship. When the hell did staring down a gorgeous man become looking for a relationship.

Maybe I just need to get laid.

Or sleep. Yeah, that’s it. I definitely just need some sleep.

It’s official. I’ve crossed the line into crazy.

Just as I try to shake the crazy away, I look up from my paperwork, and see Reid and Dylan step out of the locker room. Mesh shorts and t-shirts replace Dylan’s high-end suit, but he doesn’t look any less attractive. If it’s possible, he looks even more so.

I take a deep breath and get back to work. I need to get a ton of crap done if I want to stay on top of everything, especially since chances are Rachel won’t be in tomorrow either. Her migraines always last at least two days. So much for that day off I was hoping for.

An hour passes quickly, and as I focus my attention back into the gym, shamefully, I’m disappointed that I don’t see Dylan anywhere. Leaning forward on the desk, I stretch across it, trying to look into the weight room.

I’m not sure what sight makes me happier, seeing a small handful of people in there or watching Dylan do lateral side raises.

I’m gonna go ahead and cast my vote for Dylan. He’s got his short sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscled arms and golden skin. The cords of his upper arms bunch and pull with each movement, causing my dick to strain in my khaki shorts.

It’s a good thing I’m not wearing workout shorts because nothings screams “I’m a professional” like sporting wood at the front desk of your own gym.

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About the Author:


Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.

Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.

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Blog Tour & Review: Opulence by Angelica Chase

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When I was twenty-eight years old, I wrote my own winning lottery ticket. A simple idea thrust me onto the fast track to wealth, and into a world I had only ever dreamt about. I submerged myself in the unfamiliar, a life that seemed all too alluring … until it lost its appeal.

I made my fortune, built my castle, and then exiled myself within its comforts once reality set in.

Far too late, I discovered I was drowning in a sea of hungry sharks. Given the choice to sink or swim, I chose the latter … and it cost me everything.

Devin McIntyre, the most dangerous shark of them all, was the last nail in my naïve coffin. His beautiful smile and amazing cock tainted me in ways I could have never imagined.

I craved him. I needed him. I loved him.

Miserable with the outcome of my prosperity, I set out to change what disgusted me most—the first decision being to rid myself of Devin. Little did I know that taking that first step would make me a slave to a man far more tempting … or that my addiction to Devin would threaten to ruin it all.

If you are not a fan of cursing, erotic and extremely explicit sex, cheating, immoral behavior, dysfunction or sexual scenarios that may make you feel uncomfortable this is not the series for you. FILTHY EROTIC ROMANCE

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“Fucking ride it,” he ordered, digging his fingers into my hips. I took in his lusty gaze as he eyed my bouncing chest. His wavy, dark brown hair glistened with a small amount of moisture from his exertion, sweat trickling down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His dilated pupils were a far cry from the dark blue depths that normally mirrored a stormy deep sea. He licked his full bottom lip as he thrust up hard, making me scream out.
“This is what you wanted,” he chided as he battered me with his cock, pounding it in from underneath me as I whimpered through the intensity of his thrusts. He made use of the leather chair he sat on, using the firm cushion to piston his hips upward and bury his length inside of me. He was beyond a skilled lover, and when Devin wanted to punish you, you damn sure knew it. Feeling him on the brink, I moaned in protest as he pulled out quickly and ordered me to my knees. “Suck me off.” Kneeling in front of him now, I looked up to see him eye me expectantly. Without waiting for me to fully open my mouth, he pushed to the back of my throat as he came in hot spurts, and I choked it down willingly. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, massaging up and down my throat with his fingertips as his pumping slowed. He pulled out, rubbing the last drop over my lips. “Every drop,” he demanded, pushing his tip back slightly inside my mouth, forcing me to take the last of it in. “Nothing better than you, Nina,” he whispered sweetly, though the words were anything but. The truth was, I hated this beautiful man. I hated that I wanted him so desperately. At one time, he’d meant everything to me. Now I longed for the day I could break free, but I craved him like a drug.
I fed his need for dominance; he fed my inner whore.

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OHMYFUCKINGGOD. When I reached the end of this book I began frantically swiping at my kindle while screaming “NO.” There is a cliffhanger from hell. It’s all sweet and innocent looking but means SO.MUCH.MORE. Jesus, Angelica! I’m so ready for book two I could scream.

While the cliffy is enough to make you lose your mind, this story is completely fantastic. Thank you Angelica for giving me a strong woman who has made her own coin, and who *mostly* doesn’t give in on demand. I’m hooked on this series.

The book begins with a dirty, filthy bang and it only goes up (down?) from there. In case you couldn’t tell from the blurb, Devin is a fuckface, but Nina can’t seem to get out of his grip. The man has crawled under her skin like a bad infection.

Nina’s wealthy by her own making and she’s fallen into the shark invested waters of the rich and classless. She’s come to a point in her life where she’s not sure if she wants to cut off the fin she’s been growing and make a new name for herself – one that doesn’t involve social clubs and fake smiles.

Dirty talking, dirty fucking, and the entrance of a good man (who can also do both of those things with skill) had me at the edge of my seat. Will Nina begin to make the right decisions for her life?

Also, major bonus points for the Violet/Rhys cameo. LOVED!

Angelica crafts incredible stories that make you forget that you’re reading a novella – UNTIL YOU CAN’T FORGET BECAUSE THERE ARE NO MORE PAGES. I’m counting down the moments until Reverence comes out. You want this series – you need it.

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

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– This blog hop is about highlighting the book that you would give up anything for –

So the question is, what book do I drop my life for? Well, it’s a series. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Gideon Cross is my book husband. I’ve legitimately taken off work due to a book in this series being released. NO BIG DEAL, I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM AT ALL.



Bared to You (Crossfire, Book 1) Reflected in You (Crossfire, Book 2) Entwined with You (Crossfire, Book 3) Captivated By You (Crossfire, Book 4)

Have you been introduced to Gideon? NO? Not sure we can be friends. Ok, we can be friends, but be prepared to deal with my incessant and annoying harpy voice that tells you to read this series.

So, there’s a fifth book: One With You, that’s being released between Please for the Love of Fuck I’m Begging You and Never. Needless to say, I’m a little impatient. Of course, when it finally does come out – and if I haven’t yet entered retirement – I will again take off work. I’m nothing if not loyal.

I compare every single book boyfriend to Gideon. Why is he so awesome? I’ve laid that out for you here. These books are written well, they stir up emotions that I didn’t even realize I had, and the sex is just phenomenal. Gideon’s devotion and loyalty is probably the most attractive thing about him, but damnit if I don’t love everything else about him too.

These books have a place of honor on my bookshelf. I caress them. I love on them. And my neighbors know that if they’d like to read them, they can sit in my library and read (my husband calls it the office, but it’s a library OKAY). SORRYNOTSORRY. They don’t leave the house. I should gps that shit.

If you haven’t yet read them, do yourself a favor and add it to your TBR. In all seriousness, they’re great. Just go in knowing that you’ll be dying at the end of book 4 and you’ll join the madness known as ‘waiting for book 5’ – AHHHHHH! <3 <3

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Release Day & Behind the Scenes: The Phoenix Campaign by Heidi Joy Tretheway

Today we have the release day launch of Heidi Joy Tretheway’s The Phoenix Campaign! To celebrate the release, Heidi is sharing with us a behind the scenes look at the photo shoot and creation of her sexy covers, as well as a fantastic giveaway!! Be sure to check it all out!!

tpc2teaser The Phoenix Campaign:

Ambition. Lust. Sacrifice. Politics just got a whole lot sexier.
Grace Colton’s life is a blur—security, appearances, and a desperately fast ramp-up to Election Day. Political consultant Jared Rankin is pulling the strings to win the White House with the Conover-Colton ticket.

But the fragile relationship Grace and Jared forged could be ruined by secrets traded for political leverage. She’s hiding her new relationship with Jared from the public, and concealing a deeper secret from everyone.

When Grace reveals the explosive truth to her running mate, squeaky-clean Senator Conover must confront his own haunted past. Grace’s future—and their campaign—could be ruined by the lies meant to protect what they love most.

Peek behind the curtain and under the covers in this sexy political drama that exposes the true cost of ambition, lust and sacrifice.
The Phoenix Campaign is an erotic romance set in the world of presidential election politics. Recommended for mature readers due to sharp dialogue, wickedly hot sex, and a few delicious taboos. This full-length novel is second in a series but can be read as a standalone.

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Behind the scenes at a sexy photo shoot

Have you ever seen a book cover and thought, huh, I think I’ve read that before? Maybe you’re just seeing the same stock photo. It’s no secret in author circles that the best stock photos make the rounds … a lot. That’s why I decided to do a custom photo shoot.

Thanks to my massively talented friend Adrian Hale, a hair and makeup artist who works with photographer Josh Baker of AzulOx Photography, we arranged a shoot featuring the gorgeous Callisto and David:

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The setup: Adrian’s house. The girl let us totally mess up the place, bless her heart.

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While David and Callisto were total pros, I was in the corner accidentally making inappropriate comments (oohs and aahs and that’s hot and I’m going to need a moment alone). We saw the shots pop up on a tablet in real time. In most cases, the last shot was the best. Josh said, “I know when we’ve got it right. That’s when we stop shooting.”

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We took inspiration from Pinterest and from the idea of a push-pull dynamic in Grace and Jared’s relationship throughout the series. The models were actually pushing and pulling on each other during the shoot, which makes their muscles flex and makes the pose more dynamic.

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My favorite shot is pure improv. She’s a trained ballerina and he’s an acrobat, so they know how to move their bodies in amazingly beautiful ways. Callisto was imitating Kate Winslet’s moment on the bow of the Titanic, played by David.

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They were preparing for a pose like this. What a difference lighting and perspective makes (comparing my shot from the side vs. Josh’s professionally lit photo, shown here on his camera).

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TPC 2.8Now for the hard part: choosing a favorite image. I loved this photo for David’s amazing abs in this pic, but some readers felt that it didn’t show enough connection for the characters.

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In the end, I chose the photos that felt right. Here’s the before and after for The Phoenix Candidate, the first book in the series:


And here’s the before-and-after for The Phoenix Campaign, book 2 in the series:


I hope you enjoy the series!


Heidi Joy Tretheway Bio:

heid-profile-photo-feb-2015Heidi Joy is a sucker for campfires, craft cocktails, and steamy romance in books and real life. She sings along with musicals (badly), craves French carbs, and buys plane tickets the way some women buy shoes.

Her first career as a journalist took Heidi behind the scenes with politicians, rock stars, chefs, and detectives, all of whom inspire her stories. Heidi Joy is currently working on her eighth book from her home in Portland, Oregon. She adores hearing from readers at author.heidi@gmail.com.


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