Friday, October 24, 2014

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

ARC TOUR, Book Review | A Week In New York by Louise Bay


Anna Kirby is sick of dating. She's tired of heartbreak. Despite being smart, sexy, and funny, she's a magnet for men who don't deserve her.

A week's vacation in New York is the ultimate distraction from her most recent break-up, as well as a great place to meet a stranger and have some summer fun. But to protect her still-bruised heart, fun comes with rules. There will be no sharing stories, no swapping numbers, and no real names. Just one night of uncomplicated fun.

Super-successful serial seducer Ethan Scott has some rules of his own. He doesn't date, he doesn't stay the night, and he doesn't make any promises.

It should be a match made in heaven. But rules are made to be broken.

A Week in New York is the first in a series of three novellas.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Release Blitz & Giveaway | Rowdy by Jay Crownover

Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway | ALEX by Sawyer Bennett


Cold Fury Hockey Series
New Adult Contemporary
Releasing October 14, 2014
Published by LoveSwept (Random House)

Buy Links:
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Release Blitz & Giveaway | A Beautiful Purpose by Alicia Rae



Title: A BEAUTIFUL PURPOSE
Author: Alicia Rae
Release Date: October 21st.
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Sarah of Okay Creations

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Book Review | Everly After by Rebecca Paula


22915881All truths burn bright and clear. I’m still waiting in the dark.

Everly Monteith has traded her life of glitter, parties, and self-destruction for waitressing at a Parisian cafĂ©. She’s put the tragedy that sent her across the Atlantic in the past—until her toxic ex shows up and sends her reeling once more. Her fresh start begins slipping away until a smug British war correspondent crashes her party. But falling for Beckett means letting down her guard, something that might pull them both into the dark.

There are beautiful lies in this world, and it takes me being chased through a hallway at a rave to decide this girl is one of them. But even the most beautiful lies aren’t worth chasing.

Twenty-five-year-old Beckett Reid is forced into sabbatical after being kidnapped on assignment in Afghanistan. Back in Paris, he locks himself away to work on a novel, focused on saving his budding journalism career. But when he meets an enigmatic American heiress, his plans are quickly neglected. Everly is the perfect replacement for dangerous war zones, even if she does leave glitter on everything he owns. Reckless and wild, she runs through life making more mistakes than anyone he’s met, but Beckett is determined to fight for her, even if he must face the messy truth that he must fight for himself first.

*This New Adult romance is recommended for readers 18+ due to mature content.*

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my review

They were a train wreck waiting to happen. Separately, their baggage is already overloaded and to include another person with the same amount of baggage of more is a little bit crazy. To say that they are complicated, most especially Everly would be a complete understatement. It took some time to understand her, to warm up to her – she was spiraling down, and you are there watching her ruining her life for reasons unknown to you and I don’t even know why in the world is she doing it.

I was in the dark, I was half-confused, half-bored and somewhat wondering when is she finally going to get her head out of her a**. I wanted to ask her if she wants to die. Because what she’s doing is a sure way of ending her life. And I can’t believe that after she’d met him, she has the audacity to sleep with another man. ARGH. She knew he was trouble (her ex), and him showing up had her drowning a little more.

Then there’s Beckett – the journalist who was forced into a sabbatical after being kidnapped on the field. All he wanted to do was to get back on his job, heal on his own, and pretend everything is normal. But his plans were put on hold the moment he met the American heiress. They were in for the ride of their lives. He might be broken, and has his own problems – but he was determined to save her in any way he can. I was crossing my fingers for them both, hoping they can survive this ordeal – hoping Beckett has enough strength to get through for the both of them.

I would have liked it, seriously. But I found the beginning of the story pretty much slow and didn’t pick up until I reached the middle. There were a lot of WTF, and are-you-really-doing-that-moments that almost had me stop reading. I should have finished this in one day, but every now and then I had to stop.


Thank goodness this wasn’t one of those love-at-first-sight kind of things, their relationship developed, went through a whole lot of things, before the both of them had finally discovered healing and love. There were so many emotions involve, and how I wished it didn’t take that long for it to pick up. The journey was long, filled with a lot of bumps but the ending was worth it. It was like I was finally able to breathe normally the moment I found myself at the end of the book. For a debut novel, this one is okay.

•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•


excerpt

“You want to get out of here?” I’m not sure why I bother. She doesn’t trust me enough to even share her name.
Her shoulders shake in a small shiver, and her feet stop swinging. She breaks our staring match to gaze back out over the city.
Around us, life continues. Things move forward. But the two of us are suspended, waiting.
“I wonder what it would be like to fly,” she whispers.
She doesn’t say any more, doesn’t answer me. She just throws out a question like that and lets it sink into the darkness between us. Her hands grip the ledge, and she bends forward as if she might push off and test her question, like she believes for a minute she has wings.
She nods toward the street below. “What would your last thought be if you fell?”
Her face is a mask of peacefulness, but I know the truth. I’ve spent too many years reading people. Too many years deflecting other’s opinions of me and my circumstances—the boy with the sad story.
“There wouldn’t be time,” I say. “It’d be over before it even began.”
She faces me, the corner of her mouth tipped up in a smug smile. “It wouldn’t have just begun. There’s always more.” Her fingers run through her hair, tussling it until I smell her perfume—pears and vanilla. “Sure, I’ll go for a walk.”
I don’t want to leave with her anymore, but I don’t think I should leave her alone, either. Her question still rings in my mind, and the damnedest thing is I can’t think of an answer.
I pull out my phone to text Ollie that I’m bailing, but she grabs it away.
“What are you doing?”
My hand flexes as I push down my temper. “Texting a friend.”
As I soon as I explain, she shakes her head, a dry laugh pushing over her lips. “Of course.” She waves me off, then hands it back to me. “Sorry.”
Obviously she’s a bit skittish. And untrusting. I should head out without her, but when she looks at me again, I can’t. There’s too much about her I don’t know. She spins around, crouching on her haunches, nothing behind her except a yawning distance between this building and the next. And the street far below. I wait, stuffing my hands into my pockets, fighting back the urge to hand her down from the ledge. She’s not the type to want help. I’m not the type to offer. Usually.
When she swings her legs out to step down, her knees graze the brick. The knobby curve of one beads with blood, her skin scraped raw.
She’s quiet, staring at her knee as if she can will it from bleeding. I’m not sure why I do it or why I care, but I step forward and lift up the edge of my T-shirt and press it against her knee, soaking up the blood. She keeps her head tucked down and her hands at her side as I inch closer. My free hand settles by her hip, her hair brushes against my arm.
“What’s your name, pet?” My words are barely a whisper.
Her fingers hover above my hands on her knee. I keep my eyes anchored there as she slowly entwines them with mine. That spark people talk about when two people touch—apparently it’s not a heap of shite because it happens right at that moment and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything. Why I’m here with her. Why we’re not kissing. My name.

“Everly.”

The author

Rebecca PaulaIt began with a boy who survived a plane crash in the wilderness.

I discovered my love of writing during a fifth grade writing assignment for Hatchet. After that, I knew I wanted to be a writer. 

Always the hopeless romantic, I write late Victorian and Edwardian historical romances as well as contemporary New Adult romances.

I am a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), as well as the New Hampshire chapter (NHRWA) and the New England chapter (NECRWA). I contribute regularly to the Modern Belles of History blog, a site dedicated to writing, reading, and researching 20th century women’s historical fiction. 

When I’m not writing, I’m most likely reading or daydreaming about my next travel adventure. I live in New Hampshire with my husband and our cat, Bella.

Connect with Rebecca: Website  |  Facebook  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads  |  Instagram  |  Pinterest

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Monday, October 20, 2014

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