Monthly Archives: April 2014

Teaser Tuesday (#26)


Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by So Many Books So Little Time. Anyone can do it. All you have to do is: (1): Grab your current read. (2): Open it to a random page. (3): Share 1 or 2 “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!! (4): Make sure you also mention the author and title.


 Only for You (Forever and Always, #1)



“Sean finally pulled his lips away, but he didn’t release his hold on me. He brought his lips to my ear and his words shattered my moment of passion. “Is she watching?” he asked. He started kissing my neck as I looked around the room.”


Insert quote here”I wasn’t worried about her moving on, and even if she did, I knew she would leave them for me. I was the one for her. It was obvious.”



The Arrangement 5: TheFerro Family (The Arrangement, #5) by H.M Ward

The Arrangement 5: The Ferro Family (The Arrangement, #5)


The Arrangement 5: TheFerro Family (The Arrangement, #5) by H.M Ward

Kindle Edition,  146 pages

Published April 14th 2013 by Laree Bailey Press

~Rating: 5/5 stars~


Avery’s emotions are fried, but she doesn’t have to think twice about her BFFs Marty and Mel. They mean everything to her. They’re the family she doesn’t have. In a crisis, they’re the people to have by her side, and God knows this is a crisis. Friends like that are worth their weight in gold.

If only things with Sean were so simple. Regret is something that is impossible to subdue. There are still things to be said, things to do. Life is too short to live in the past, but when Avery wakes up at the hospital she finds that her world has changed.



In volume 5 of The Arrangement series, we continue to follow Avery Stanz as she navigates her way through a hellish life. After learning Sean checked himself out of the hospital, Avery is filled with dread. Knowing that Sean didn’t even stay to check on her condition disturbs her. Which leads Avery to go go to Sean’s apartment. He convinces her to stay. Since the rules of her employment state no relationships outside of work, Sean comes up with a ‘creative’ way to enjoy each other’s company. Avery still feels drawn to Sean. The decide to become friends.

She still cannot afford to quit her job.  I seriously hate Miss Black!! Poor Avery is tormented on a daily basis. 

Overall, well-written, captivating….… but soooo short!! I highly recommend it! Can’t wait to read the next novella in this series!


~Author Bio~

H.M. WardH.M. Ward is the #1 bestselling New Adult author in the world, having sold over 2 million books in 2013. This NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL, USA TODAY, and Amazon #1 bestselling writer’s series include: THE FERRO FAMILY: DAMAGED, THE ARRANGEMENT, and STRIPPED; as well as SCANDALOUS, TRYSTAN SCOTT, and SECRETS. Ward was recently featured in FORBES, the WALL STREET JOURNAL, and the WASHINGTON POST.

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Teaser Tuesday (#25)


Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by So Many Books So Little Time. Anyone can do it. All you have to do is: (1): Grab your current read. (2): Open it to a random page. (3): Share 1 or 2 “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!! (4): Make sure you also mention the author and title.


Eleanor & Park


“I miss you, Eleanor. I want to be with you all the time. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, and the funniest, and everything you do surprises me. And I wish I could say that those are the reasons I like you, because that would make me sound like a really evolved human being …”


“I don’t like you. Sometimes I think I live for you. I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together.” 



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Release Day Book Blast ~ Waltz Back to Texas by M. J. Fredrick‏: Excerpt + Giveaway!



Waltz Back to Texas (Lost in a Boom Town)

Author: M. J. Fredrick

Publication Date: April 21, 2014

Pages: 200

Genre: Contemporary Romance



Welcome to Evansville, a sleepy Texas town on the verge of a boom.

After growing up in a dying town, with only two restaurants, no movie theater, and no future, waitress Cassidy Simon wants out. For once, luck is on her side when the oil boom comes to South Texas. She’s determined to use it for her advantage, starting up an RV park for the oilfield workers to add to her escape fund. She’s never been out of Texas, and she’s itching for adventure.

Grady McKenna couldn’t get away from his family’s ranch fast enough when he was a teenager, but a tour in the Air Force in the Middle East is enough to convince him there’s no place like home. He’s seen the world, had his adventure. Now he’s ready to contribute to his family’s legacy in Evansville.

Naturally, the woman who draws his attention is the one intent on slipping through his fingers. How can he convince her life with him will be all the adventure she needs?



She was just bringing tea to the table, and he was trying to figure out how to break through the new ice wall she’d built, when Sage bounded back to the table. She greeted Cassidy cheerfully, which made both Grady and Cassidy look at her strangely.

Then the door swung open, Sage spun around and hopped out of her chair.

“Allison! Over here!” She waved wildly, then leaned in to give her friend a ginger hug. “Sorry I’m such a mess.”

Allison, however, was dressed to the nines, including heels that reverberated off the wooden floor of the cafe, and a straight skirt that made her steps shorter and louder. She dropped into a chair at their table, swept her blonde hair back from her face and smiled at Grady.

“Grady! So good to see you. You look amazing. Your time away was good for you.”

“My time away.” The smile he gave her was tight. “You make it sound like I was in prison, not the Air Force.”

“Oh, heavens, I didn’t mean that.” She waved a hand and set her purse in the empty seat. “I just didn’t know whether you talked about it.”

He didn’t, but he couldn’t resist needling her. “Why wouldn’t I talk about it?”

If he thought she would be flustered, he was wrong.

“Oh, well, I just didn’t want to drag up any unpleasant memories.” She reached over and touched his arm. “I bet you’re glad to be home.”

“I am.” He leaned back, breaking the contact, when Cassidy approached with menus.

“What can I get you to drink, Allison?”

“Oh, hey, Cassidy.” Allison’s tone changed, cooled. “I’ll just have iced water.”

“Okay. I’ll give you a minute to look at the menu, and I’ll be back.”

“Oh, you know, I’ll just have a salad. Y’all have salad, right?”

“Sure. What kind of dressing?”

“Do you have vinaigrette?”

“Ah, no. Ranch, thousand island and french.”

Allison wrinkled her nose. “French, I guess, though there’s so much sugar in that. Just on the side, maybe.” She handed the menu to Cassidy and gave her attention back to Grady.

“I’ll have the ribs,” he said. “And potato salad.”

She nodded, keeping her attention on the pad. “Sage?”

“Ahh.” Sage closed her menu, frowning. “I guess a salad.”

Grady snorted. “You need more fuel than that if we’re going to keep going this afternoon.”

“I’ll be fine.”

But he knew she was placing the order because of her friend. He shook his head and handed his menu to Cassidy. “I’m not picking up your slack.”

Sage made a face at him.

Allison pushed aside their conversation. “So tell me what you’ve been doing with yourself, Grady. And what your plans are.”

“Right now, I’m just happy to be back in Texas. I’m working with Sage now, and as soon as I can get her to agree to a contractor, I’ll go work with Trace and Dad on the ranch.”

“So what do you think of the changes in our little town? Amazing, isn’t it?”

“It definitely has the possibility for amazing,” he agreed. “I’m glad to see so many people investing in the town.”

“Well, you know, some people are just taking advantage in a kind of hope to get rich quick,” Allison said as Cassidy brought her water. “You know, seeking to better themselves and not the town.”

“I think everyone has different goals,” he said easily, aware that Cassidy tensed at the barb. “I think anyone who hires someone local to help make improvements to the town is contributing.” He watched Cassidy walk away, shoulders stiff, then turned his attention to Allison. “What is it you’re doing?”

Allison waved a negligent hand. “I’m the chair of the Bluebonnet committee. I’ve been working my tail off bringing everything together, since a lot of my committee has other commitments. I’m not married and don’t have kids, so my time is my own.”

“I thought you were engaged to Danny Estevez?”

“Oh, we broke that off before we graduated college. You have been gone a long time.”

He had been. But he hadn’t come back for this. “So what do you ladies have planned for the Bluebonnet Festival?”

“Oh, you know, so much. We thought instead of having the dance at the musty old VFW hall, we’d have it right here in the town square. I tried to beg your sister to have it in her place, but she insists it’s not big enough, though, you know, it looks plenty big to me. And we have a carnival company coming in with rides, and we’ll have our parade, of course. I could use some help with the decorations. How artistic are you?”

He choked out a laugh. “Not at all.”

“Oh, I bet you are and you’re just being modest.” She looked at Sage for confirmation of her suspicion.

“Nope, sorry. He can’t even draw a stick figure.”

“Hm, well, maybe we’ll find something else for him to do. I’m sure there’s something.”

She chattered on throughout the meal, about the festival, and the details, and who was on the committee, and how she kept everything straight, and how she hoped the weather cooperated this year, which it had last year but not the year before, and how the Farmer’s Almanac predicted a late cold snap right around the time of the festival, but how accurate could that be?

Since Grady’s dad swore by the Almanac, Grady wouldn’t discount the prediction.

He could tell even Sage was growing restless with the endless conversation, when a commotion by the door drew their attention.

An attractive blonde woman, vaguely familiar, came through the door with a redhead. The women laughed loudly, clinging to each other, and stumbled to a table.

“Oh, poor Cassidy,” Allison murmured.

Grady looked over in time to see the color wash from Cassidy’s face. He whipped around to look closer at the woman. Was that her mother? Cassidy crossed to the table and braced her hands on the table, her skin now flushed.




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MJ Fredrick knows about chasing dreams. Twelve years after she completed her first novel, she signed her first publishing contract. Now she divides her days between teaching elementary music, and diving into her own writing–traveling everywhere in her mind, from Belize to Honduras to Africa to the past.

She’s a four-time Golden Heart Award finalist, and she won the 2009 Eppie Award with Hot Shot and the 2010 Eppie with Breaking Daylight.







In My Mailbox (#27)

In My Mailbox is a meme hosted by So Many Books So Little Time. The purpose of this meme is to share the books we receive with our readers. These can be ARCs, books we purchased ourselves, books requested for review by authors and publishers, eBooks, free reads we stumbled upon and audiobooks. Posted randomly and sometimes twice a week.


~Recent Purchases~

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Sea of Shadows (Age of Legends, #1) Once Was Lost


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Bending the Rules (Breaking the Rules #2) See Through Me (Lose My Senses, #1)



Book Blitz ~ Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance: Excerpt + Giveaway!




Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance

Authors: Alyssa Day, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane, Erin Kellison, Erin Quinn, Felicity E. Heaton, Jennifer Ashley, Laurie London

Publication date: April 14th 2014

Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance


Eight hot paranormal romances by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors. Alpha-male bad boys will fulfill your darkest, most deadliest desires in these stories about shifters, werewolves, vampires, magic, special powers and other realms. But only if you dare…

Featuring the bad boy heroes of:

BODYGUARD by Jennifer Ashley


BEWITCH by Felicity Heaton

DARKNESS FALLS by Erin Kellison

ROGUE’S PASSION by Laurie London


THE MATING HEAT by Bonnie Vanak

TRAPPED by Caris Roane


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Excerpt from BEWITCH by Felicity Heaton

“One night.”

Those two words leaving Payne’s lips shocked Elissa. She didn’t feel as though she had won. It was offered grudgingly. Still, a single night of pleasure with Payne. It excited her but scared her too. She wasn’t sure where to begin or what he would expect from her, or whether she really could help him accept his incubus side so they could discover where the rest of his kind lived.

When she had suggested he submit to her, she had done so because she had figured that she needed to do something dramatic in order to push him over the edge and force him to give in to his needs. It had worked. Now what was she meant to do?

She had asked him to submit to her. She had never done anything like this before. She had never experienced being with a male as strong as Payne was. She’d had mortal males in her lifetime, but nothing that had lasted, and she had never been with a demonic breed of fae because certain aspects of them were forbidden. What was he going to say about that when she told him?

What if he was too powerful for her?

Her heart told her to give up this foolish venture before it ended in tears and disaster, but she couldn’t ignore her intense attraction to him or the need that shot through her whenever she looked at him.

Payne excited her. He was forbidden fruit and she was desperate for a taste. She knew that with him she would be pushing the boundaries and dancing with danger. It thrilled her and she couldn’t help wanting it. She ached to know a demon’s touch.

Payne’s touch.

Nerves skittered through her, causing her hands to shake and palms to sweat. They worsened when Payne slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her flush against his body, and teleported them back to her sister’s home. She swallowed and tried to stifle her trembling, but the way he frowned at her said that she couldn’t hide it from him. Fool. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide her fear from a vampire. They thrived on sensing it in others.

She tipped her chin up, grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom.

Mother earth, what was she doing? She didn’t have the first clue about this sort of thing. She had never seduced a man, let alone played the role of dominant to their submissive.

They entered the bedroom and she stopped dead, her eyes on the blue satiny sheets covering the double bed. The silver stars stitched onto the material blurred. Her panic increased.

Payne rounded her, his eyes on her chest. Listening to her rushing heart?

“Do you need a moment?” There was a beautiful tilt to his lips, as though he found her nerves pleasing. Why? It struck her that it was because it gave away that this wasn’t the sort of thing she normally did with a man.

Elissa shook her head, trying to look casual, and then nodded. His smile widened and he reached up and grazed his thumb across her lower lip, sending a hot shiver through her. He let his hand fall from her face and went back into the main room of the house, closing the door. Very courteous. Giving her privacy to get her explosive nerves under control. She listened, hoping he hadn’t just used the opportunity to do a runner. She heard beakers clink together and the curtains close.

She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Gods, she wanted this, wanted him, but what the hell had she just signed up for? He would be expecting sexy. Could she do sexy? Could she be dominant with a man?

Dominant wasn’t in her nature.

She squirmed on the spot. Already desire was dampening her knickers. She glanced at her wardrobe. Sexy. She could be sexy for Payne. She wanted to be that way for him.

She pulled out her drawers and dressed in her most provocative black lace underwear. A simple bra and shorts. The mirror hanging on the back of the door mocked her. Not sexy enough. She could fix that. A little magic improved it, changing her dull underwear to a black satin bustier, thong and fishnet stockings, together with thigh-high black stiletto leather boots. Her heart pounded and desire heated her blood as she stared at her reflection. Very fuck me.

She completed her look by twisting her long chestnut hair into a messy knot at the back of her head and kept her black choker on. Anything to draw his attention to her neck. He might be easier to tease into submission if she was playing her best cards. He wanted to bite her. She had seen it in his eyes. She swallowed again. Gods, would he bite her if she let him? If she made him? The thought that he might obey such a command and sink long sharp fangs into her flesh had her thighs quivering.

The floorboards in the other room creaked. Payne was pacing again. Did he feel as nervous as she did? She felt as though she was about to make a terrible mistake but it was too late now to stop herself. She wanted him. Needed this. She nibbled her lower lip and approached the closed door. She opened it a crack and peeked through to the other room and Payne. He looked troubled, his handsome features set in a dark scowl. How did women make men submit?

Her eyes shifted to the silver rope on the desk.

Another shiver bolted through her, hot from the thought of using it on him.

Payne distracted her. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his bare torso as he walked towards her. A good sign, surely? He wanted to do this too.

He turned his back and she tracked his fae markings with her eyes. The line of symbols ran up the underside of his forearms, curved over the outside of his elbows and snaked over his biceps to his shoulders. From there, they ran across the backs of his shoulders and joined above his spine. They followed the line of it down and ended in a diamond above his bottom, between two very sensual dimples.

Elissa had never seen anything so sexy.

She ached to touch them or run her tongue over them. He didn’t like it when she touched them though. Would he be angry with her? Elissa frowned. She was approaching this all wrong. He had sworn to submit to her for one night. A submissive didn’t get to be angry or pick and choose what she did.

She eased the door open, waved her hand and the silver rope wound around his wrists and up his forearms, binding them together behind his back. He growled and snarled, his fae markings flashing red and black, and turned on the spot. The moment his eyes found her, he fell silent and still, his chest heaving and muscles straining. The symbols inked on his skin flared in new colours, shades of red and dark pink. Gods, he was delicious.

She wanted to touch him.

Elissa slowly approached him, enjoying the way his eyes were taking her in, drifting over her. His pupils dilated, swallowing some of the grey and the sparks of blue and gold. She stopped before him and traced her fingers over his markings, following them up his right biceps and over his shoulder. His breathing accelerated and he strained against the ropes.

“They’re enchanted.” She smiled up at him. His eyes bore into hers, dark and hungry. “You can’t break them.”

He tracked her as she moved behind him, the blue and gold in his eyes brightening. Elissa held his gaze and cautiously lowered her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to the marks there. He closed his eyes and inhaled, his nostrils flaring and the cords in his neck tightening.

Elissa remained behind him and encircled him in her arms, laying her hands against his granite hard chest. She murmured low in her throat, unable to contain the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. Payne groaned and strained against the ropes again, causing every muscle on his torso to tense and delight her. She skimmed her fingers over the taut ridges of his stomach and bravely continued past the erotic dip of his navel, into the soft dusting of sandy hair that led downwards.

Payne sucked his stomach in and tensed.

She trembled and slid her hand into his jeans.



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Book Blitz ~ Mr Right and Mr Wrong by Grigory Ryzhakov: Excerpt + Giveaway!

Mr Right and Mr Wrong (a romantic comedy)


Mr Right and Mr Wrong by Grigory Ryzhakov

Publication date: September 1st 2013

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance


Having two admirers can be a real headache, especially when a tough agronomy course at Imperial College comes on top of that, not forgetting a part-time job at a florist’s and a mother desperate to marry you off.

Have I mentioned a stalker who keeps sending roses, and a Professor who thinks it’s fine to bury you under an extra pile of academic papers? Arrrgh!

Blake may be cute and charming, but Terrence is no less attractive in his business suits. What is a poor girl to do? Dating both of them is the right thing if you listen to Trish and that’s exactly the way Kurt handles his men.

Party after party, you have to deal with these bouts of guilt mixed with hangovers while mulling over the same dilemma over and over again – Blake or Terrence? Terrence or Blake?
Think, Chloe, think!

Mr Right & Mr Wrong is a wonderfully warm and witty yet thoughtful romantic comedy, from which you will not only pick up tips on the intricacies of London dating, but also discover a few moral and ethical aspects of plant neurobiology. Not so much chick lit as chic lit, offering sophistication alongside Chloe’s amusing complications.


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Chloe attends a late night BBQ party

Out in the garden I see the fire set up in the barbeque mangal. The garden furniture is scattered around. There’re still at least ten people present. Blake goes inside to find a bottle of wine for me, while I get to know everyone.

I sit on the sofa, which, I remember from last time, is normally located in the lounge. I’m immediately offered a roasted marshmallow on a stick. Blake sits down next to me.

“It’s for you,” he says. “Is Merlot okay?”

“Yes, thank you. Do you have glasses?”

“Just drink from the bottle, you’re the only ‘winepire’ here.”

“What have I missed?”

“Only the feast.”

Our conversation is interrupted by the sound of a guitar. The guy with a ponytail, whom I remember from that night out at The RIM, starts singing a tune, ‘The Sulphur Man’ by Doves as Blake tells me. I’m impressed with the guy’s strumming technique. It’s not the easiest song to play at all. My own guitar skills don’t stretch as far as three basic chords. I put my head on Blake’s shoulder and surrender to the song.

Then I ask if there’s another marshmallow I could have. Blake hands me the packet so I roast my own. I wait for the brown crust to form, and then wait a little more for it to cool down and then devour it.

“It’s the best with wine,” I tell Blake and give him a piece to try.

He smiles as his mouth takes the marshmallow from my fingers; he looks cute, like a mountain cat. I kiss him on the cheek, which startles him.

His eyes seem to become wider and the fire is reflected in them. We kiss, this time properly. Our hands catch up and we end up with our arms around each other. He tastes of beer, but I don’t care.

When our lips part we just look at the fire without saying a word and keep holding on together.

“Are you ready for flying lanterns?” he asks me after another song finishes.


“Come with me.” He takes my hand and we go back to the house. I suspect it is simply a cunning plan to lure me inside.

I’m wrong. In the kitchen he opens a cardboard box sitting on the floor.

“I’ve ordered all this from China. Wax candles, rice paper lanterns and string. Have you done this before?”

“No,” I reply.

“You’ll love it.”

“I pick green, it’s my favourite colour,” I say.

“Okay, I pick red then.”

“Your favourite colour?”

“How did you know?”

He takes a round bamboo frame with two aluminium wires forming a cross inside it and embeds a candle in the hole in the centre of the cross. The paper lantern has four flaps on its open end, which Blake uses to wrap around the hoop and fixes them with staples. I copy what he does. We attach fishing lines to the metal wire as a precaution to make sure the lanterns won’t fly away and set fire somewhere.

He brings a hairdryer and we inflate the lanterns. Then we ignite the candles and carry our masterpieces outside. I’m paranoid that I might release the string, so I attach its free end to the back of a garden chair.

“Good idea. Now make a wish,” Blake says as we still hold our lanterns.

I look at him and think, “Be mine.”


~Author Bio~

Grigory RyzhakovGrigory (a.k.a Grisha) Ryzhakov grew up in the Russian Far East, bathing in the icy waters of Seas of Okhotsk and Japan and playing hide-and-seek in the snowdrifts that carpeted his native town of Korsakov.

He later travelled thousands of miles to vibrant London, on the way collecting his MSc degree in biochemistry at Moscow State and PhD in molecular biology at Cambridge University.

Meanwhile, Grigory has been ceaselessly creating poems, songs and prose until eventually he wrote his debut novel “Mr Right & Mr Wrong”.

“Usher Syndrome” was his first published story, also adapted for the stage and performed at London’s Barons Court Theatre in 2010.

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You can also find him on Twitter/Facebook – @GrigoryRyzhakov

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