Friday, February 28, 2014

Cover Reveal and Excerpt - Seeing Stars by J. Sterling

Well, hell! 

J. Sterling is in the house today! 

I had the honor of meeting the one and only Ms. Sterling at the Boston Author Event last year and let me tell you, she is a hoot! She was wearing her NY Mets jersey with the infamous number 23 on the back. Would you expect anything less from her? Absolutely not! 

She was as awesome as she was beautiful, taking pictures with us while we stood in an exasperatingly long line in the freezing cold. Yep! That was Jenn! 

There we are...friends and Jenn. Guess which one is me.

And there's the infamous Jack "Effin" Carter #23 jersey!

I sure hope no one minds having their picture posted here (waves hi to Jenn and friends). If so, let me know and I'll take it down. I just couldn't resist. After all, it is the J. Sterling!

So without any further adieu, I'm super excited to be sharing this beautiful cover with you for J. Sterling's new standalone book SEEING STARS scheduled for release on March 13th!

And away we go...

Seeing Stars
Walker Rhodes is a hot singing sensation who never settles down, spends too much money gambling and gets in trouble on the daily - at least if you believe all the tabloids.

Madison Myers is a hard working talent agent assistant thrust into the spotlight one day after Walker pulls her on stage during one of his concerts. She tries to stay away from him, but he keeps chasing her. She is strong in her resolve and he is relentless in his pursuit.

The question is...WHY?!?!

Tabloid Headline Reads: Walker Rhodes pulls woman on stage during LA concert and serenades her with stars in his eyes and we watched as the sparks flew! But just who is this mystery woman who has stolen Walker's heart? And will she be the one to finally tie down our favorite womanizing gambler?

Our readers poll: 80% say no way!

The other 20% wish they were her!

Read more inside...

Walker sat on one of the stage steps, his chin in his hand as he spoke to the screaming crowd. “I need a volunteer for this next part.” His head raised slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Keri jumped up and down like a crazy person, waving her arms and screaming his name. I laughed at her antics and sat perfectly still, not wanting to bring any more unwanted attention to myself.
Another tap on my shoulder caused my irritation to bubble as I turned to what was sure to be that annoying overly made-up stupid girl again.
It wasn’t.
I came face-to-face with a giant of a man wearing all black and holding a walkie-talkie. Intimidated, I took a half step back and looked around for Keri.
“Come with me.” His tone implied a demand, not a request, and I suddenly wondered what I’d done wrong.
Who the hell was this guy? He’s not the boss of me. He’s not going to tell me to come with him and think I’ll just obey. I frowned and said quickly, “Uh. No, thanks.”
He flashed his VIP backstage pass in my face as if it were the only credential he needed.
“Miss. It’s part of the show. Can you come with me, please? You’ll be onstage with Mr. Rhodes.”
Well, shit.
I guess he could be the boss of me, after all.
I shot Keri a surprised look before I was quickly hauled off in the direction of an almost completely darkened backstage area. We walked through a black curtain before we were hit with lights and blaring music.
“I’m going to bring you onstage.”
“And then what?” I asked, suddenly nervous. Not to be around Walker Rhodes, but nervous at the thought of standing in front of thousands of screaming people with cell phones ready to record my every move.
I started to tremble. Afraid my legs wouldn’t hold me up any longer, I begged the security guy to help me out there. He smiled at me and gave me a little shove.
Thanks, you dick.
Next thing I knew, I was standing onstage, my face mere inches from Walker’s. Walker no-human-being-should-be-anywhere-near-this-gorgeous-in-real-life Rhodes.

J Sterling


I got fired from my last job.

It's true.

I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jenn, how could anyone in their right mind fire someone as amazing and awesome as you are???" And i'd love to give you a good reason, but the truth is... being This! Awesome! is clearly very scary to other less awesome people. :)

So I said screw them and started writing my first book. And you know what I realized? Writing books that mean something to me is a million times better than working my ass off for someone who doesn't really care about anything other than the bottom line.

My soul feels more satisfied.
My heart, more full.

So thank you for reading, loving and recommending the stories I write.

I think you're awesome - and not only am I not scared of other awesome people, I want them on my team!

Click HERE to read a post where I talk about how you all have changed my life. :)

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Blog Tour, Excerpt, and Giveaway - Walk Into Me by Jill Prand

I'm thrilled to be a stop on the blog tour for Walk Into Me by Jill Prand. I'm even more excited that I'll have the opportunity to meet Jill at the Chapter by Chapter Book Rave taking place in September! I. Can't. Wait.

So now, without further adieu, please proceed and read about Jill Prand's new release, Walk Into Me. Warning: The excerpt below is mighty HOT so read with caution!

I know I will never get over her. Watching her walk away with him ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. But I can’t hide anymore. I have to face my life without her. ~ Brad

Brad has been in love with Lisa for as long as he can remember. One night years ago they took each other’s virginity but while it was the best night of Brad’s life, for Lisa it was a way to forget about Bobby. Or was it?
Brad re-emerges right when Lisa needs him most. Only Brad knows everything about her and when Lisa’s insecurities come to the surface, the shoulder Lisa needs is Brad’s. Now Brad has to decide if he has it in him to trust his heart.   

She left with him. I watched them walk out of the party into the cold night air with his arm around her. What is she thinking? He is only back for a few days and she’ll be alone again and she’ll be crying on my shoulder that he doesn’t call or write. I know she loves him and I can see the pull they have on each other, but really, why does she do this to herself?

I make my way over to the keg and get another beer. I might as well get drunk so I don’t have to think about him touching her. Joe is there and he pats my shoulder, “How you doing?”

“I was having a great time until a few minutes ago,” I say, pouring my beer.

“Hey, let’s get a game of quarters going,” I suggest. Joe’s kitchen table is just right and it wouldn’t take much to clear it off. Joe’s not much of a drinker, but he starts rounding up some of the guys to play.

Richie, Doug, and Rob come over as I’m moving bags of snacks to the counter. Rob starts flipping a quarter while Richie looks in the cabinet for a glass.

“Good idea Brad, we need to get this party rockin’,” he says sliding the glass into the middle of the table. By that time, George and Chris have joined us and a few of the girls are standing by to watch. We each take a few practice shots to get used to the table and then we start. Within 15 minutes I have downed three beers and started to get a buzz. I should feel fine by the time midnight comes around.

Suddenly she’s there, standing across the room, with tears running down her beautiful face. What the hell did he do to her this time? I stand up and tell the guys I’m out. I walk over and hold out my hand like she’s a wounded animal I have to get to trust me. She looks at me and falls into my arms.

“He doesn’t want me,” she cries.

I kiss her head and lead her out the sliding glass door. “How can he not want you? I’m sure you’re wrong.” I stroke her back and god she smells great.

“We were making out...and other things, but when he found out I was still a virgin, he stopped and told me to get dressed. That he didn’t want to be the one to take my virginity.”  Her words come out all sniffly and I can feel my shirt getting wet from her tears. 

“I should have just done it with Steve and then I would be in his arms right now. I mean what does it matter if he is the first or someone else is? I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

I know the feeling but the only person I want to be with is currently crying in my arms about another guy. I’ve loved her since the sixth grade, when she sat next to me on the bus the first time. I can’t imagine my life without her.

“Will you do it?”  She looks up at me. “Will you sleep with me Brad?”

My heart stops, she did not just ask me that. Just the thought of touching her like that has me hard. 

“You don’t mean that Lisa, you’re just upset,” I say as I brush the hair away from her eyes.

“No, I’m totally serious. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore and other than Bobby I can’t think of anyone I would rather do it with.”  She puts her hand behind my head and pulls me down for a kiss. She is tentative and sweet and I can taste her tears on her lips. I have waited so long to kiss her.  I lick the seam and her mouth opens to me. I moan because my whole body is on fire and I am not going to be able to stop. My hand fists in her hair and I pull it back to angle her head and my tongue explores every crevice of her mouth. I have wanted this for so long and now here she is letting me kiss her. I press her body against mine so she can feel how she affects me. Her hands start stroking my back and my shirt starts to pull up, my cock jerks when her fingers touch my skin and I suck the air out of her mouth. I know we have to move, we can’t do this here.

I break the kiss and stroke her cheek, her eyes are half closed and I hope she’s not thinking of him, but even if she is I am taking my one chance, “Let’s get out of here, my parents aren’t home,” I lean down and give her a quick kiss.

“I’m driving Jodi home; I can’t leave her,” she starts to pull away and I can see she’s thinking about what we’re doing. This is not going to end the way I want it to unless I get her out of here now.

“Hold on,” I tell her and take out my phone. 

“Hey John, Lisa is upset and I’m taking her home.  We will leave her keys with Joe, can you drive Jodi home?” I listen as he relays what I’ve said to Jodi and hear her ask where we are. “Let Jodi know she just needs to be somewhere else right now.” I pull her against me and stroke her hair. God, I love this girl and I hope to show her how much tonight. I am going to worship her body with mine. John agrees to get both Jodi and Lisa’s car home and I hang up. “Let’s give your keys to Joe and get out of here,” I take her hand and lead her in. I can tell she’s a little hesitant, but she’s still coming with me. Lisa hands Joe her keys without saying a word and walks towards the front door.

“Is she okay?” He whispers to me.

“Bobby did a job on her again,” I pat his shoulder. “I’ll make sure she’s okay. What are friends for right?”

He knows I want to be more than just her friend. Hell, everyone knows, even Lisa, but it’s never been possible before. Now maybe he fucked up enough for her to give me a shot. I gotta believe this will be more than just one night. I follow her out to my car and she is waiting for me. 

“Are you sure?” I ask even as I wonder why I feel the need to give her an out?

“I’m sure Brad. I want it to be you.”  She leans up on her toes and kisses me. If I don’t stop this I will never get her home. I open the door for her and she slides in. It only takes us fifteen minutes to get to my house, and we have the place to ourselves.

Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs to my room.  I’m so glad my mother makes me keep it clean; I know there are no dirty clothes lying around.  I close my door behind us and just look at her. I have fantasized about having her here for years. Not that she hasn’t been here before, but never for more than doing homework.

She walks up to me and starts to unbutton my shirt, she doesn’t say anything as her fingers work from one button to another. I reach down and put my finger under her chin, she finally looks at me. 

“Lisa, we don’t have to do this.” 

She runs her hand up my now bare chest to my neck and pulls me down towards her mouth, “I want this,” she says breathlessly into my mouth as our lips meet. My hands find her hips and pull her against me. I let my tongue explore her mouth, god she tastes sweet! My cock is jerking in my pants and her hand stroking my chest is driving me crazy. I move my hands under her short skirt and grab her ass. I’ve been obsessed with that ass, I love to watch her walk away from me.

I lift her up, she puts her legs around me, and I let my fingers explore her slit. Her panties are damp and I hope to god that is from me and not him.  I can’t think anymore. All I feel is her and I want to be inside her. I walk us over to my bed and place her on it. I stand up and take off my pants leaving my underwear on and she takes off her shirt and skirt. 

“God, you’re beautiful Lisa,” I say, laying down beside her.

I tentatively reach out for her breast and gently touch her nipple through the lace. I hear as she sighs, “I need you to touch me Brad.”

Losing all control, I pull the bra down and take her nipple into my mouth.  I suck her and lick that tight little nub. My cock is straining against her leg and I rub myself against her. She reaches behind her, undoes the clasp, and her bra falls away. I grab onto the other breast and knead it roughly.

Arching her back, she moans, “More Brad, I need more.”

I move my hand lower and slip it under the silk into the wetness.  Lisa lifts her hips to meet my hand and I slip a finger into her, I stroke her a few times before adding another. She is so tight and I worry about hurting her.  She pushes her underwear down, lifting her hips and pushing my fingers further inside, she says, “That feels good Brad, please.”

“Please what?” I look up at her face.

“Now. I want you inside me now,” she says seriously as she looks at me. “Please.”

I pull off my boxers and reach into the drawer next to the bed to get a condom. Thank god for health class. I roll the condom on and position myself between her legs and push inside. It feels so good, she’s tight and I have to stop for a moment or I’m going to lose it before I’m totally inside her. I pull out almost all the way and push back in harder and feel her barrier give way. She inhales sharply and I know I’ve hurt her.  

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, “I’m fine just give me a moment.”

I don’t know if I can, the urge to move is too great. I start to pull out and she shuts her eyes. I have to move and I start stroking slowly. She keeps her eyes closed I don’t know if I’m hurting her, but I can’t stop. I move faster and within a minute find my release. I lean down to kiss her and she lets me.

That was the best night of my life. The worst...was when I watched Bobby carry her away.



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At the age of seventeen, Lisa was broken when Bobby left. He was supposed to be her first. First Love. First Time. First Everything. No word for six long years. She moved away from the painful reminders sacrificing her relationship with her best friend Brad

Now six years later she returns as a strong, successful woman grabbing a job at one of New York’s hottest marketing agencies. She is dating a gorgeous guy with his eyes on a corner office. But it all changes when she sees Bobby.

Can she risk another heartbreak from Bobby? Will she be able to repair her friendship with Brad? Lisa will have to decide between the man she's with, and the two men that want her.

Who will she be with, and who will she tell to "Watch Me Walk Away?"



Meet Jill Prand

Living in Northern New Jersey and originally from Long Island, Jill Prand is a wife and mother of two girls. She's been an avid reader all her life, spending Sunday afternoons curled up with a good book. 

"We had a huge bookshelf in our den when I was a child with a diverse set of authors like Ayn Rand, Stephen King, Mario Puzo and Danielle Steele. I cut my literary teeth on Walter Farley, Judy Blume and SE Hinton before raiding my parents library." 

Jill is currently working on the Walking Series as well as a stand alone novel. She loves to hear from readers.

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Monday, February 24, 2014

Promo - Forgiving Lies by Molly McAdams

Forgiving Lies


A matter of secrets...

Undercover cop Logan "Kash" Ryan can't afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him.

A matter of lies...

Deceived and hurt before, Rachel would rather be a single, crazy cat lady than trust another guy, especially a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy with a Harley, like Kash. But when his liquid-steel eyes meet hers, it takes all of Rachel's will-power to stop herself from exploring his hot body with her own.

A matter of love...

As much as they try to keep it platonic, the friction between them sparks an irresistible heat that soon consumes them. Can Kash keep Rachel's heart and her life safe even as he risks his own? Will she be able to forgive his lies ... or will she run when she discovers the dangerous truth?

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“YOU GOOD?” I asked Mason as we headed back toward the elevators.

He shrugged and punched at the buttons on the wall. “There’s only so much you can do to  get them to go in a different direction. He wanted to follow his brother.”

The call from last night ended up being a drive-by involving a newer gang that we’d come across recently, and one of the two victims had been L’il Tay, a thirteen-year-old Mason had been trying to get off the streets over the last few months. And though Mason was acting like this was just another case, I knew this was harder for him than the rest.

Knowing there was nothing I could say, I clapped his shoulder and let him be alone with his thoughts. Grabbing my phone, I smiled when I was finally able to open Rachel’s text from last night.

Sour Patch: Just so you know … cleaning up from a whipped cream war without you isn’t nearly as fun. See you when you get home. Love you.

We just finished up, be home soon babe. Love you too.

The doors to the elevator opened and we stepped in. As they were closing, someone started yelling my name from down the hall, and Mason caught the door just in time.

“Ryan! Gates!” Sergeant Ramirez ran toward us, and as soon as he was in the elevator started pounding on the CLOSE DOORS button.

I suppressed a groan. All I wanted to do was get home to Rachel and Trip.

“We already have three units at the scene, and I’ll be following you there.”

Ramirez was a K-9 unit, why were they wanting his dog, Crush, there … and what scene?


“I know you’re anxious to get there, but you know we’re doing everything we can for this.” The elevator was already moving, but Ramirez kept stabbing at the ground level button.

“How are you holding up? You look really calm, are you in shock? Maybe you should let Gates drive.”

That seemed to snap Mason out of his thoughts. His hand jerked away from his mouth and his eyes widened. “Why would I need to drive?”

“And why would I be in shock?” My heart started racing as Ramirez started hitting the OPEN DOORS button.

Ramirez shot us a strained, sympathetic look before ushering us out to the underground parking lot. “You weren’t informed?”

“Of what?” I was supposed to be the one in shock. So it had something to do with me. Everyone close to me starting flipping through my mind until a sinking feeling hit my chest and stomach. Oh God … Rachel. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry, I thought someone already told you, you were supposed to be informed already,” he mumbled to himself as he kept walking toward the lot. “Look, I’m sorry I’m the one that has to tell you this.” He stopped walking abruptly and turned to look at me. His expression was one I had seen so many times, and had even had to use myself. It felt like time slowed as I waited for him to tell me one of fifty scenarios that were speeding through my mind. “A call came in to dispatch about an hour ago. It was your fiancĂ©e, Ryan. The only thing that came from her end of the call was her saying her name, someone had broken in—”

I didn’t wait to hear the rest, I took off running for my truck and had just gotten to the  driver’s door when Mason slammed me into the side and ripped the keys from my hand. After barking at me to get in the passenger seat, he fired up the engine and peeled out of the lot.

“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening, Mase, tell me this isn’t fucking happening!”


“Damn it!” I roared and punched at the dashboard. “I don’t even know if she’s okay, Mason! What was Ramirez saying, did he say if she’s okay? Is she—oh God. Rach, baby, please be alive,” I whispered and slumped into my seat, raking my hands over my face.

I heard Mason on the phone calling into dispatch and asking questions about what happened, but I couldn’t focus on his exact words or the muffled response coming from the dispatcher. I just kept praying over and over again that she was okay. I could deal with our place being broken into. I could replace all that. But I couldn’t replace Rachel.

Mason nudged my arm and I snapped my head to the left to look at him. “Sorry, you weren’t responding. They don’t know if she’s alive, but there’s no blood. So just focus on that, Kash.”

“W-what? No … what do you mean?”

He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel. “From what units at the scene—uh,
your place—are saying, whoever broke in … they uh, they took Rachel.”

Mason was saying something else, but I couldn’t hear anything past the blood rushing through my ears. When we got to the house, the front door was hanging like it had been kicked in, but the rest of the front looked completely normal. Save for the dozens of officers and detectives that were walking in and out of it. Remembering the faux-wall in the closet, I prayed like hell that Rachel was using it and took off for the large closet in the bathroom.

When I flipped on the light in the closet, dread filled me when I saw the drag marks on the carpet. I called one of the officers that had been taking pictures of the bedroom to get a few pictures of the carpet before I walked in, and all hope left me when all I found behind that wall was our puppy. I grabbed him and pulled him into my chest as I fell back against the wall, and the tears that had been threatening, started spilling over.

“Kash, you need to see this,” Mason said softly from the doorway to the closet. I looked over at him, rolled to my knees and stood. “Give me Trip. Go into the bedroom and look at the wall. We’ll find her, okay? I swear to you we’ll find her.”

I handed him the golden retriever and rushed into the bedroom that looked like a hurricane had hit it. My eyes widened when they finally landed on the wall opposite our bed. A roar filled the room, and before I could realize it came from me, two officers were holding me back and trying to get me to sit down on the bed.

On the wall in red spray paint were the words DID YOU THINK WE WOULD FORGET? Underneath was a symbol. One both Mason and I’d had tattooed on our left forearms during our last undercover narcotics assignment with Juarez’s gang.

“How?” Mason was asking a detective that was in the room with us. And that was a damn good question. Juarez had put a hit on Mase and me before we could take down his gang, but it had died when the guys hired were thrown in prison for another murder. And I knew for a fact Juarez and his boys were all in prison. “Recruiting people from the inside who got out? Or just using people he trusts? Set up questioning with each of them separately.”

I looked up when Detective Byson’s cell rang. His mouth snapped shut from answering Mason and he answered the call. “Byson.” His eyes shot over to me and a grim look crossed his face as he listened. “Mmhm … Yeah. Set up something with Juarez and his attorney immediately. I’m on my way.” He turned to face me and slid his phone back in the holder on his belt. “Rachel is alive.”

“Thank God,” I breathed and tried to stand, but the officers were still holding me there.

“A call was placed about fifteen minutes ago, demanding that every charge against Juarez’s gang be dropped. Before the dispatcher could ask anything, the caller said they would call back in two days and expected progress on the charges being dropped, and would continue to call every two days until every member of the gang was released. If there isn’t progress, there will be consequences, and if they aren’t released within the month … she dies.”

“Kash, Kash, Kash calm down. Come on, man. Calm down. I know.”

Mason gripped my shoulders and I tried to focus on him. The other two officers were now struggling to keep me down as I thrashed against them. Where I was going to go when I got away from them, I didn’t know, I just needed to go. They had my girl. I needed to find out who they were, and I needed to get her back.

“I know this is hard. But we’ll find her. I swear.” Mason looked just as panicked as I felt, and it was then I noticed the wetness in his eyes he was trying to keep back.

When I finally stopped struggling, the officers let me go at Mason’s request, but he kept me seated on the bed. “I need to get her back, Mason. I have to.”

“We will.”

“I’ll do anything.”

A determined look settled over his face and he whispered low enough that only I could hear him.

“Anything to bring the fuckers down, right?”

I slammed my fist against his and swore, “Always.”


I WALKED INTO Mason’s apartment that evening with a bag slung over one shoulder, and Trip in my arms. Our bedroom was still being considered a crime scene, and I was asked to stay out of it for the night as they processed more and continued to take fingerprints. Not that I thought I would be able to stay there even after they were done anyway, without Rachel … I didn’t know how I would handle being there.

After dropping the bag in the room I’d occupied for years when Mason and I’d shared an apartment, I fell heavily onto the bed and kept Trip secured tightly to my chest as I stared at nothing. A fear unlike anything I’d ever known had coursed through my body the moment I’d realized Rachel was at a murderer’s home last fall, and that I’d let her walk away with him. When the call between us had been dropped after I’d heard her scream, I hadn’t even let myself believe I wouldn’t find her and bring her back alive. But the fear I’d experienced that early morning could never be compared to the fear that had been crippling me all day. At least when she was with Blake, I’d had an underlying knowledge of what Blake was capable of. Now, though, I didn’t know who had her, what they were doing to her, and what they could do. I just knew what they’d threatened to do.

For close to ten hours, a handful of detectives had questioned every member of Juarez’s gang, the two men hired to kill Mason and me last year, and family members as well. No one was talking, and the only living extended family of Juarez and his boys that we could track down had either turned their backs on the members of the gang, or were afraid of them. I hadn’t been allowed in any of the interviews since I was too close to the case—again—so I’d spent hours seeing if anyone on the street had heard anything, and looking for Rachel’s cell phone which we’d later found ten miles away from the house in a trash can at a gas station. A gas station whose indoor and outdoor cameras just happened to be down.

There’d been nothing to go off from the anonymous call placed regarding their demands
and threats for Rachel’s safety, and although they said they’d call back every two days, I’d hoped
like hell they would’ve called back again. But there was nothing. We had leads that weren’t
talking, and didn’t have a reason to talk, and nothing else.

And my girl was gone.

Pain seared my chest and I prayed to God that He would keep her safe. He could do whatever He wanted with me … as long as she came back alive.

There was a shuffling near the other side of the room, and I looked over to see Mason standing in the doorway.

“How are you holding up?”

I sucked hard on my lip ring when my chin started shaking, and looked back to the wall. How the hell does he think I’m holding up? Rachel’s gone and probably being tortured, and I can’t do anything!

“We’ll find her, Kash.”

Unable to speak yet without breaking down, I nodded my head hard, once. We have to find her, and we have to do it tomorrow. I didn’t care if they’d given her a month to live or not. They also said there would be consequences if there wasn’t progress in two days, and I wasn’t willing to let her find out what those consequences were. Seeing how the possibility of giving the takers what they wanted was slim, finding her was the only other option.

“I love her too, I’ll do anything to get her back.”

“Do you mean that?” I choked out when he turned to leave.

He turned back and gave me an odd look. “Of course I do.”

“They aren’t going to release Juarez.”

“I know,” he said on a sigh.

“Chief told me tonight before I left that I was off this case.”

“Know that too. What are you getting at, Kash?”

I swallowed past the tightness in my throat and shook my head quickly. “We had to do a lot of things in the years that we were in undercover narcotics that I wish I could erase from my memory. But you and I agreed before we ever started, we would do anything to take the fuckers down.”


“And I’ll do anything—anything, Mase—to bring these fuckers down too.”

He stared at me for a few tense moments before responding, “I know what we agreed on, and we’ll do what we always do. But don’t do something stupid. There are a lot of people looking for her. We’ll find her.”

Fear was quickly turning to rage and determination. “Yeah, we will.”

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About Molly McAdams:

Molly McAdams grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry daughter. Her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling and long walks on the beach, which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. When she's not at work, she can be found hiding out in her bedroom surrounded by her laptop, cell, Kindle and fighting over the TV remote. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies, fried pickles and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm...or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Review - Arsen, A Broken Love Story by Mia Asher

Overall Reading Pleasure: OOOOO+ - OMG!!!!!
Book Hangover Factor: Off the Charts
Cover Appeal: OOOO – Yes! Yes! Yes!
Steaminess: Off the Charts
Writing Style: OOOOO+ - OMG!!!!!
“Falling in love with someone is easy. It’s loving when the newness has worn off, when life gets tough, when things get in the way, when physical passion is gone, that true love remains. When love can conquer it all.” (Cathy)
I have done everything I can possibly do today to not write this review. I’ve checked my email accounts, perused FB and Twitter, watched TV, met friends for coffee, you name it. Why? Because I don’t think I will be able to adequately and coherently explain the jumbled mess of thoughts surging through my brain while doing this book justice.

It was 5:41 a.m. and I was a blubbering mess, just having finished reading. Yes. I stayed up all night. I couldn’t put down the Kindle. I needed “The End.” I had already been crying for hours. The tears began at 75% and lasted full force until I cried myself to sleep. I was broken! And exhausted! My heart ached, my eyes stung, my nose a drippy mess. Thank goodness my husband was working overnight because he would have thought I completely lost it. And I did. I completely lost it. Soul cleansing type of lost it. Big. Ugly. Cry.

Mia Asher. You. Are. Cruel.
“Love can destroy you.
Love can erase you.
Love can heal you.
Love can reinvent you,
And, if you are lucky enough,
Love can make you whole again.” (Ben)
My heart still hurts. And the pain is agonizing. My head is pounding. I want to scream and shout from the rooftop how much I hate this book. But I can’t. I won’t. Because it was a superbly written, bitterly beautiful, broken piece of art. A heart-wrenching, gut-twisting, painful five-plus-star read that made me feel Every. Single. Incinerating. Emotion.

The chapters alternate effortlessly between past and present. We are privy to when Ben and Cathy first meet, their first kiss, their “first time.” Most of the story is told from Cathy’s point of view, however, Mia Asher also provides us with glimpses through the eyes of Ben and Arsen as well. The author’s writing style is clear, concise, and flows easily. There are some minor editing glitches but quite frankly, not enough to bother me in the least or interrupt the flow.

The plot itself…it sucked! It scorched. It spewed daggers through my heart. A woman has four miscarriages. She cheats on her beautiful husband. The husband who worships the ground she walks on. 
“Cathy, meeting you was chance, falling in love with you was destiny, and loving you is my reason to exist.”
“Babe, talk to me. You’re scaring me. What’s the matter? Tell me so I can fix it.”
The man she cheats with is a gorgeous, young, wealthy playboy, with demons of his own.
“The guy exudes confidence and sex.”
“But there is a deceptive sweetness in his features too; when you look at those eyes of his, you know you are in big trouble. Big trouble.”
“It’s funny that his name reminded me of fire because he certainly looked like someone who could burn you to the ground.”
He pursues her. They become friends. Then it happens. It starts out as a fling to help erase her pain. But it deepens.
 “And Arsen…He’s my kryptonite.”
“Whenever I’m with him, I don’t feel cold, or empty, or broken. He makes it all go away.”
And then, the inevitable. I won’t spoil it for you any further. Please know, if you haven’t already figured it out, this story completely gutted me, drained me, tied me up in knots from beginning to end and I have no doubt that it will do the same to you.

Cathy. I was indifferent to her. I didn’t love her but I didn’t hate her. She just was. Yet, as a woman, I understood her; empathized with her situation, suffered her longings, her desires right alongside her. Do not mistake this for me condoning her actions. I most certainly do not. She made me angry, very angry.
“He's the beautiful painkiller that my broken body and my shattered heart demand to stop hurting.”
 “Sometimes not being in control, not being able to think, just losing yourself in the moment, is the greatest feeling in the world. It's liberating. It's addicting. It's the most powerful high you'll ever get. It's a kind of freedom that tastes so sweet on your palate that you can't help but want more each time you have it.”
She was in desperate need of professional help. She had too many issues for sweet Ben to help her overcome.
“I rarely smile. Not since my mom left. We haven’t heard from her in over eight years, and I doubt we ever will, so smiles are scarce in my life.”
Ben. Sweet, sweet Ben. He stole my heart the moment I met him. The. Perfect. Husband. What was not to love? Beautiful, strong, sexy, tender, loving, dependable. That was Ben. I love him. Enough said.
“I’m sure of a few things in life…that no matter what you do, death will always catch up to you. You’ve got to work hard to pay for life, party harder to enjoy life, and love hardest to live life, and now, you.”
“Own me, fill me, break me, repair me, complete me. Do whatever you want to me. Just stay with me. I need you. I need to be able to live. I need my life back, I need you back.”
Arsen. Sexy, wealthy playboy. Used to getting what he wants. I whole-heartedly disliked him at first for pursuing like a predator what wasn’t his. He was shameful and disrespectful.
“I can still show you a good time, you know. Even better since it can be a one-time thing.”
“Why are you afraid of me? I don’t bite unless you want me to. And if you do…”
But then, well, SURPRISE! There was a bit more depth to him than I expected.
 “Life without love, without chasing your dreams, is nothing. It means nothing. It’s a sad fucking empty shell, Catherine. It’s so easy to drown in the darkness, to let it smother you, swallow you whole, to be blinded by it. But you gotta fight. You gotta fucking fight.”
“I want her to be free of whatever still haunts her. I want to be the temple that she seeks solace in. I want to be her damn savior. I want to help her heal.”
“All I wanted to do was fix her, saver her.”
 “Missing you is a sickness I can’t cure, and it’s fucking killing me.”
I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I still found it difficult to connect with Arsen since my heart was biased and belonged solely to Ben. But the epilogue…oh, that epilogue! I’ll say it again. Mia Asher. You. Are. Cruel.

Warning: If you should choose to read this book, please take note, it is NOT an easy, breezy read. It is NOT for the faint at heart. And it is NOT for anyone who cannot tolerate fictional characters who cheat on their spouses. But what it is…superbly written, full of angst and wrought with emotion (for those of you like me who thrive on these types of reads) and, it will cleanse your core of unshed tears.

I am in awe of Mia Asher. Of the myriad emotions swirling through my mind, body, soul. Of the profound effect this work of fiction has left on me. I’m not sure why this book evoked such a visceral reaction from me. I question, how can mere words written on a piece of paper do this? How can they have such an effect, leave such a lasting impact? This, my friends, is the epitome of a divinely talented author. Arsen has certainly earned its place in my top faves of 2014. But of this I can be certain. I will not re-read it. I can’t. Maybe some quotes, maybe some of the brilliantly written passages, but not the book in its entirety. Never. It hurt too much.

I dare anyone who reads this book to tell me, “It’s just a book!”

Now, I’m off to search for something light, fluffy, and funny to help alleviate this book hangover of all book hangovers. Wish me luck!

My Personal Play List: (You can listen here.)
  • Ironic (Alanis Morissette)
  • Beneath Your Beautiful (Labrinth)
  • Make You Feel My Love (Adele)
  • All of Me (John Legend)
  • Marry Me (Train)
  • Damn Your Eyes (Alex Clare)
  • Need You Now (Lady Antebellum)
  • More Thank I Could Say (Civil Sound)
  • Madness (Muse)
  • Wake Up (Awolnation)
  • Burn It Down (Awolnation)
  • Santeria (Sublime)
  • Caress Me Down (Sublime)
  • Get Lucky (Daft Punk, Pharrell)
  • Take Over Control (Afrojack)
  • Help Me I Am in Hell (Nine Inch Nails)
  • What I’ve Done (Linkin Park)
  • A Beautiful Lie (Thirty Seconds To Mars)
  • Was it a Dream (Thirty Seconds To Mars)
  • Like We Used To (A Rocket to the Moon) 
  • Talking in Your Sleep (The Civil Wars)
  • Somebody That I Used to Know (Gotye, Kimbra)
  • Everybody Hurts (R.E.M.)
  • Broken (Seether, Amy Lee)
  • Already Gone (Kelly Clarkson)
  • The Blower’s Daughter (Damien Rice)
  • I Don't Wanna Love Somebody Else (A Great Big World)
  • Say Something (A Great Big World)
  • Let Her Go (Passenger)
  • It Will Rain (Bruno Mars)
  • Tonight I Wanna Cry (Keith Urban)
  • Slipped Away (Avril Lavigne)
  • Here Without You (3 Doors Down)
  • If You’re Gone (Matchbox Twenty)
  • Broken (Lifehouse)
  • My Immortal (Evanescence)
  • Nothing Compares 2 U (Sinead O’Connor)
  • Goodbye My Lover (James Blunt)
  • Still Holding Out For You (SHeDaisy)
  • Sad (Maroon 5)
  • All I Want (Kodaline)
  • Someone Like You (Adele)
  • I Won’t Give Up (Jason Mraz)
  • I Can’t Not Love You (Every Avenue)
  • I’m Yours (The Script)
  • I Belong To You (Lenny Kravitz)
You can listen to Mia Asher's Arsen play list here.

Favorite quotes:
“Doubts. They seep into your blood stream, they plague every unused crevice inside your brain with revolving questions and no real answers. Is love a strong enough glue to put me back together again? Is the love between Ben and I strong enough to keep us together and our marriage afloat?”
“Cruel reality has a way of always catching up to you, no matter how fast or how far you run; reality has a way to destroy one’s hopes and dreams. Reality doesn’t caress your cheek, letting you know what’s to come. No, reality slaps you across the face harshly, reminding you that a dream is just that…a dream.”
“Falling in love with the wrong person is easy. Falling in love with the right person is easier. But falling in love with your soul mate is easiest. It’s meant to be.”
“Slutty Cathy screams in the back of mind: It better mean some freaking sex, like hello! Penis, meet my vagina."

“I can see why people think love is like a drug. You can’t get enough of it. You need more."

“I loved the attention he paid to me and the way he made me feel. Alive. Happy. He made me forget. Ignorance is bliss, right? Well, knowledge is misery. And the truth hurts. Because it can’t ever be, it will never be.”
“He’s the everything to my nothing.”
“Every action has a consequence. It doesn’t matter if you try to run or hide. It eventually catches up to you. Call it karma if you must, but said karma can totally kick you in the ass.”
“I am responsible for every deceitful work I have uttered, and every dishonest action I have committed. I am.”
“The thing about being selfish is that you don’t care if someone is at your feet begging you to stay with him, offering you the world, his heart and soul. It doesn’t matter. You’ll do whatever you want to do. What you need to do yourself. Nothing matters but what you want. What you think you need.”
“I don’t want tomorrow to fucking come, Cathy. I’m afraid.” His voice is hoarse with pain as he pleads.
“The agonizing pain begins to gather inside my chest, ready to explode with grief.”
“What ifs are just life’s regrets.”
“Marriage is work, Cathy. You have to work at it every single day that you’re together. You can’t ever slack. It’s hard being married. You go through great times, you go through terrible times, but it’s all about what you make of those experiences. How you deal with them that set you apart from other couples who throw in the towel. Committing fully to your partner and giving your all. Because divorce is easy, it’s the easy way out.”
“I die a slow death with every word he whispers in my ear. His words are like daggers to my heart. They cut me. They tear me open. His words destroy me.”
“…he’s making me very uncomfortable. Actually, the thoughts he’s invoking in me are making me uncomfortable.” 
“I want you in the worst possible way. You’re the drug that offers me relief…that energizes me again…that soothes me…that delivers me sweet oblivion. You’re my drug of choice, Catherine. You’re my addiction. My euphoria.”
“I’m a worthless piece of shit for taking what’s not mine, but I won’t let him in here…This is where I don’t have to share you. This is where you’re mine…”
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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway - Spellbound by Sylvia Day

Holy Happiness! I'm so thrilled to be a part of this blog tour for the amazing Sylvia know who I'm talking about, the author that brought us the one and only Gideon Cross! Read on to learn more about her book, Spellbound. (Did I mention how thrilled I am!)


From #1 New York Times bestselling author Sylvia Day comes a story of the ultimate seduction. . . .

Max Westin. Sex incarnate. She could smell it, feel it with his proximity. Everything about him was a little rough, a little gritty. He was a primitive creature. Just like her.

He held her hand a little too long, his gaze, under thick lashes, clearly stating his intention to have her. To tame her. . . .


Her name, just one word, but spoken with such possession she could almost feel the collar around her neck.

"It's in your nature," he murmured. "The desire to be taken."

In this game of cat and mouse, everything is an illusion, but the passion is as real as it gets. . . .

My Two Cents:

First, let me start off by telling you that I had the honor of meeting Sylvia Day last year at her author signing in New York City. She is FABULOUS, not to mention gorgeous! She patiently spoke individually with all of her fans and posed for pictures before speaking to the whole group, then signed all of our books. (I've been meaning to write a post about that event, I better get on it.)

Okay, so now on to my two cents...

Hotness factor: 5 smokin’ hot sexy stars
Overall story: 3.5 stars

Okay, so this was a very different read for me. First off, the book was divided into three short stories taking place during different time frames. Secondly, I rarely read paranormal books although the few that I’ve read in the past I have loved. I can’t say I absolutely loved this book but I certainly didn’t dislike it either.  It held my interest in that it was quite a unique tale.

Max Westin is a super-sexy, alpha-dominant warlock and Hunter. Victoria St. John is a Familiar (feline) gone feral. The magic world’s High Council assigned Max to tame the feral Familiar gone rogue while she sought revenge for the tragic death of her true love, Darius. Upon Darius’ death, he transferred his powers to Victoria making her the most powerful Familiar in existence.

Collaring with a warlock is generally standard for a Familiar, however, Victoria is fiercely independent and unwilling to be collared.
“Submission. She wasn’t suited to it. She was far too strong-willed, far too independent to bow to a man’s demands."
She is a mischievous kitty, frequently taunting the High Council and outsmarting the Hunters sent to tame her. Max’s task was to tame her for eventual pairing with another warlock or to eliminate her if necessary. Victoria proved to be quite a formidable adversary. The playboy warlock wasn’t at all prepared for the intense connection that surfaced between him and Victoria or how possessive and protective of her he would become.
“The bond between Familiar and warlock always began with this tiny thread of awareness. It was early, too early, for the connection to be there, but it was.”
This isn’t a deep emotional story but it was fun. The chemistry between Max & Victoria was intense and their fierce love for each other was unconditional. I love how Max handled the hard-to-tame Victoria. Smart, smart man!
“Loving that spirit in her, Max had been careful in his care of her since she’d become his, maintaining the firm hand Familiars thrived under, yet giving her enough room to continue to challenge him. It was a delicate balance, one that kept them both content.”
If you’re a fan of  deliciously HOT paranormal ALPHA MALES, who thoroughly enjoy trying to tame their sassy female subs, then this story might be just the one for you. Sylvia’s writing flows brilliantly and there’s plenty of steamy sex to wet your appetite. I’d recommend reading this when you need a small break from those angsty, emotional books.

About the Author:

SYLVIA DAY is the #1 New York Times and USA Today  bestselling author of over a dozen novels. A wife and mother, she is a former Russian linguist for the US Army Military Intelligence Corps. She's been honored with the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, the National Readers' Choice Award, the EPPIE Award, the Readers' Crown, and multiple finalist nominations for Romance Writers of America's prestigious RITA Award of Excellence.


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Friday, February 7, 2014

Cover Reveal - Marrying Ember by Andrea Randall

Title: Marrying Ember
Author: Andrea Randall
Cover Design: Charles Miles
Photography: Erica Ritchie
Release Date: February 14, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance

It started like it always does. For musicians, anyway. The moment Bo Cavanaugh heard November Harris sing, it all clicked into place.

That was a year and a half ago. Between then and now there's been unthinkable tragedy, ruthless heartache, and lifetimes of passion.

It was never a question in Bo's mind that he would marry Ember someday. The question he faces, though, is can he do it before the weight of a family's history pulls Ember away from him forever?

In this novella in the November Blue series, follow Bo as he sets out on the only quest he was ever meant to accept: Marrying Ember.

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For me, books and music go hand in hand like cookies and milk. (I think I might have said that before.) I LOVE when authors post a play list! Here's Kim's chapter play list for Torn.

Listen to it here or on Spotify!