Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Torn Hearts by M.E. Gordon #BookBlitz #BEP

Torn Hearts

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Book Title: Torn Hearts 
Author: M.E. Gordon 
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult 
Release Date: August 29, 2015 
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A tale as old as time—a girl, tall and wispy, hair the color of the sun, eyes as blue as the sky, caught in a love triangle with the noblest of men…Not in this book honey!

Okay so maybe I am caught up in a love triangle, but I’m sure as hell not running through a field of daisies in a sun dress. My name is Elizabeth and I’ve managed to avoid men for most of my life. I wasn’t a nun by any means, but I know what the hot guys want—and it usually isn’t me. How I got myself involved in a love triangle with one sexy photographer and a millionaire bachelor, who had women worshiping the ground he walked on, is beyond me. Yet, here I am, attempting to navigate waters that I’ve never expected to. Trying to figure out which man was right for me, dealing with my family—and have I told you about the paparazzi? Well, it’s all really making me rethink the situation. Who do I trust? Who’s being genuine? What should I do if both men are perfect for me in different ways? How the hell am I supposed to choose just one? Or better yet do I have to choose just one?

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I needed time to at least talk to Simon and explain there was somebody else—but Spencer wouldn’t listen…

I had mind blowing sex last night but I didn’t remember making this official. I still needed to talk to Simon, at the very least he deserved—he deserved someone better than me. That was what this all boiled down to. I had turned into the one thing I used to despise, a careless, thoughtless, wishy-washy, Barbie and a slutty one at that. Everything had felt so good in the moment, but I was drunk and not thinking. What am I going to say to Simon? Fuck, what am I going to say to Spencer?

“Spencer I—”

“Don’t,” he said, chuckling and holding his hand up. “Don’t even start with the excuses. You chose to be here with me. Why the fuck do you keep doing this to me if you’re in love with him?” he roared, slamming his fist into the mattress.

“I don’t know if I’m in love with him—”

Cutting me off, he stood from the bed, his deep voice shook the walls as he spoke. “Now!” he spat, as he moved closer to me. “Choose now!” he growled.

“I can’t,” I said back as sternly as I could.

“You can’t or you won’t?” Taking a step back, he turned from me shoving his hands through his tousled hair, the muscles in his back flexed, and I nearly went knees to the floor.

“You can’t have us both, Elizabeth. You either stay with me, be with only me, love only me—or fucking leave.”

His words were raw and savage as he turned back to face me. I couldn’t talk, so I simply stared up at him. This isn’t happening, is it? Things were perfect five minutes ago, now everything is just wrong. It’s all wrong.

Coming quickly toward me, he grabbed my upper arms, taking me to lie down on the bed. He stared into my eyes before running his hand up the inside of my thigh. Two fingers slid deep inside me. Who was I kidding? Just seeing him made me aroused and arguing with him only made it worse.

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Meet the Author

M.E. Gordon, was born and raised in Maryland, where she still resides with her husband. She is a stay at home mom to four children, three boys and one very, spoiled, little girl, all under the age of five. Growing up M.E.G. was an avid journal writer. She wrote her first romance novel at the age of 14, and it was pretty bad, but over the years and through all the kids she honed her craft. When M.E.G. doesn't have her mom hat on, you can find her reading, working on her next story or watching guilty pleasure television.

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What he wants, he takes with no remorse or guilt.

She stood out in his club like a gem, unspoiled and untouched. A lamb among wolves, she clearly didn't belong. Drawn to her innocence he watched as she was surrounded by men who saw what he did—but no one but him could touch her. He summoned her to his private quarters. He sensed her fear. He also recognized the desire in her eyes. And he knew she wouldn't leave before he possessed her. She had no need to know his secrets. Not until he had her under his complete and utter control.

What he wants, she isn't sure she can give him.

The moment he told her want he wanted, she couldn't resist. Instinct told her to run, but her heart said stay and walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. Though she wasn't sure she could ever completely surrender, the primal part of her wanted to try, even knowing this man could break her in ways she never imagined. Because once he possessed her, he owned her and it would be too late to turn back. She can only pray that he doesn't destroy her in the end.



MY THOUGHTS



This is not my favorite book by Maya Banks. It was good and the ending/ cliffhanger made me want to read the next book but I did struggle with this one .  I felt like there was a chunk of backstory missing this this one.
It is well written in most part and I will be reading the next book in the series because I do usually love Maya Banks's books and I do want to know what will happen next.  Hopefully the next book will be better.

This is book one in the Enforcer series.

I give this book 3 out of 5

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Monday, December 28, 2015

The Fool by Liz Meldon #BEP #ReleaseDayBlitz @lizmeldon2

The Fool

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  The Fool
Book Title: The Fool 
Author: Liz Meldon 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release Date:  December 21, 2015 
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One night can change everything.

That's what they always say, and for now, vampire hunter Delia hopes it's true. After years of mediocre performances, she's still nothing more than a grunt in her hunter league, stuck on surveillance duty and low-level vamp busts.

So, when her informant drops an amazing lead in her lap, she jumps at the opportunity to take down the region's rumored vampire leader at an invite-only masquerade ball. Clad in a mask and uncomfortable dress, Delia throws herself into the fray—only to realize she’s woefully unprepared for the night that awaits her.

Also… Some ridiculously attractive guy dressed as the Fool keeps distracting her.

One night. One job. One man. One chance to change her life.

All she has to do is not screw it up.

The Fool is a novella intended for readers aged 18+, and is the prologue for the paranormal romance serial Games We Play.

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Music drifted languidly from speakers around the dance hall, and couples whirling around the floor barely missed a beat, moving this way and that, too wrapped up in themselves to notice when the songs changed. It was a more appealing sight than the one she was used to seeing on a dance floor: Kain and his boys grinding up on drunk girls, their sense of rhythm all but absent. Most here were intoxicated, but the costumes gave a degree of modesty, and no one, as far as she could see, was mashing pelvises.

She’d had a few conversations since leaving the bathroom, but the women flying solo were more interested in finding someone to spend the evening with, while most of the men fed her the same dull lines over and over again: Why was she alone? Where was her drink? Did she know her eyes sparkled like emeralds?

Vomit.

Delia had just barely escaped the last guy—his breath rank with alcohol—who kept guffawing in her face whenever he cracked a joke. So there she stood, hovering on the outskirts of the dance floor, unsure of her place.

Arms wrapped around herself, she watched a nearby couple as they danced. They were both young and slim, effortlessly gliding around like they’d done it a hundred times before. Maybe they had.

She blinked quickly, bringing herself out of her daze, and tightened her grip on her clutch as the jingling of bells grew louder. The Fool had found her again.

Throughout the night she’d spied that ridiculous gold and purple mask at a safe distance out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes she actually turned and looked, only to find him chatting with one or two other people.

“Delia,” he said, dipping his head cordially as he stood beside her.

She pursed her lips, noting the barely-there gap between their bodies.

“Fool.”

She returned her gaze to the dancing couple. So elegant—hypnotic, even.

“Did you find who you were looking for?”

It took her a second to process the question, and she glanced his way curiously.

“What?”

“Earlier,” the Fool continued with a nod in the direction of the garden. “You ran after someone. Did you find them?”

“No.” Delia squared her shoulders and let out a small sigh. “Just a look-alike. I don’t think the person I want to see will show tonight.”

“Pity.” The Fool sniffed, his gaze wandering the dancing couples. “Fortunate for me, however.”

She almost laughed. “Why?”

“Because now I can enjoy the pleasure of your company… uninterrupted.”

Delia forced away the incredulous look that flashed across her face, her lips threatening to turn upward in a smile, and finally faced him.

The Fool, however, continued to study the dancers, ignoring her narrowed stare.

“Does this usually work on girls?”

“What?” he asked innocently, sparing her a quick glance, a few of his bells jingling.

“This faux-formal crap you’re spouting.” She cocked her head to the side as she waited for a response.

Slowly, a smile spread across his face, lips pulling back to reveal a set of perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. “I don’t know. Does it?”

“No,” she replied quickly, turning toward the dance floor again just before their eyes could meet. “It doesn’t.”

“Shame. And here I was thinking I’d been doing so well.”

“That’s presumptuous of you,” Delia remarked, her head tilting to one side again, mimicking the slow way the man dipped his female partner. Her fair blonde tresses tickled the floor, and they grinned at one another. Despite herself, Delia suddenly found herself grinning too.

“Hmm…”

Her skin prickled at the deep rumbly quality of his voice, but she was determined not to react to it.

“… Perhaps I can remedy that.”

She almost told him it was unlikely, all the while feeling a little guilty for her rudeness. After all, he had scared off that psychotic Donovan vamp earlier. Even if he didn’t realize it, she actually owed him. However, before she could get another word in, the Fool snapped at a passing waitress, and the woman hurried toward them with a tray of drinks in hand.

“You seem to have lost the one I brought you earlier,” the Fool noted as he handed her a glass, which Delia took almost begrudgingly. He then looked to the waitress and gently touched her arm as he said, “And if you can manage, perhaps a red wine for myself?”

“Of course, sir.” The woman gave a small nod before hurrying away, moving with more purpose than any of the servers Delia had seen all night. She raised an eyebrow at the Fool again; he wasn’t a vamp power-player, but he had to be someone important in the human world.

He caught her studying him, and then flashed a charming smile as Delia pretended to be admiring his bells.

“Champagne gives me a headache,” he told her, as if that explained the drink request.

Delia shrugged. “Sucks to be you.” The new glass of bubbly liquid, tinged with a rose-gold hue, slid down smoothly, but she vowed that this would be the last of the night. “I love champagne.”

“I know.” He then reached up and brushed his fingertip over her cheek. Delia flinched back, nostrils flaring in alarm. Even after his arm fell back by his side, she felt the warmth of his touch on her skin. “You get a little blush every time you drink it. Quite endearing.”

“Well, that’s some extra-close attention you’ve been paying to me,” she forced out, her breath catching at the intensity of his stare. She cleared her throat as she stepped back, flustered. Genuinely flustered. Because a hot guy in a stupid mask was doting on her, and Delia wasn’t accustomed to men doting on her. The guys in her history weren’t exactly the doting type.

But then again, there really was only one reason a man would dote on her…

Her blush darkened at the thought.

Toasting him with her champagne glass, she took another few steps back, alarmed that he followed slowly.

“Thanks for the drink… again,” she told him. Then, without another word, Delia turned on the spot and cut across the dance floor, not stopping until there was some distance between her and the Fool.

For a short time, she tried to distract herself with the sea of dancers, the swirl of fabric and the flash of masks slowly blending into one living, breathing organism.

Through the fleeting gaps between couples, she saw him. The Fool. Watching her from across the room, he stood quite still amidst all the twirling and whirling, through the swishes of fabric, his glass of red wine in hand. She wasn’t sure why she decided to stay there, directly across from him. Maybe it was the fact that after a night in sultry, but painful, heels, her feet finally decided enough was enough. Time to stay in one place for a while.

Delia chose to ignore the fact that every time she did try to move, her feet were like heavy stones, keeping her in place, in the Fool’s line of sight.

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Liz is a Canadian author who grew up in the Middle East. She has a degree in Bioarchaeology from Western University, and when she isn't writing about her own snarky characters, she is ghostwriting romance novellas, loitering on social media, or taking care of her many animals.

As a freelance ghostwriter, she has written thirteen books, which range from romance to horror, full-length to novella-sized. A handful are currently on the market, and she stalks their "authors" with fiendish delight. She loves writing realistic characters in fantastical settings.
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The Complete Hope Series Box Set with Bonus Material
Hope for Her - Book #1 What do you HOPE for? Josh is on his last chance to live up to his family’s obligations, but he meets a girl that his father won't approve. Carrington wants to feel special and Josh's attention is exactly what she craves. Their volatile relationship has Josh questioning their connection, while Carrington develops feeling for someone else, but they aren't ready to give up hope. Hope for Him - Book #2 What do you HOPE for now? Carrington is ready to be with the man of her dreams. Jackson has moved on in need of a more normal life. After an epic kiss, they know their life will never be normal again. Can Carrington and Jackson find their way back to each other or will their past continue to tear them apart? Hope for Us - Book #3 What do you HOPE for still? Carrington's past haunts her around every corner. A move to Arizona will give her much needed distance. Jackson is one mediocre season away from being a bust in the NFL. A trade to Arizona with no distractions is what he needs to turn his career around. Carrington and Jackson are back tougher again. Are they ready to admit, they have no hope without each other?

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He walked into class and I turned my head away as soon as he looked at me. It was all rather dramatic, and I didn’t even mean it. It was a reflex. I was embarrassed. Snippets of the other night and my behavior kept popping in my head at the most inopportune times—I thought back to the way he looked when I showed up at his door. It was the same look he held now, walking into class. He took care of me, when I half expected him to shut the door in my face. He invited me in, he cleaned me up and put me to bed, and how did I repay him—by ignoring him. Real mature, Carrington. I watched him from this angle. I imagined how messy his hair would look if he wore it longer. He carried the ‘rolled out of bed’ sexy look well. It might be why I kept having naughty dreams about him, none as real and explicit as the one I’d had when I woke up next to him. My face flushed as he turned to stare at me again. I looked away. I needed to suck it up and talk to him. I figured I had until the end of class to figure out something to say. I would start by apologizing for not returning his calls. Thank him for taking care of me the other night and try and persuade him to give me another chance. He would give me another chance because he liked me. He had asked me out in the first place, right? My anxious heartbeat slowed to a relaxed rhythm, and I stopped sweating. I tried paying attention to the professor, but Calculus held no interest up against the saga I created in my own head. Lost in one of my fantasies, I caught Josh in the corner of my eye, gathering his stuff and walking out the door. Where is he going? I panicked. The entire class turned to watch Josh exit. I gathered my stuff and bolted down the steps. As I exited the room, the professor held his hands out and asked, "Anyone else need to leave?" I ran down the hall and out the door. I assumed he exited this way. A desperate squeal escaped my lips, but it morphed into a squeal of excitement. I spotted him as he walked down the path to the student union. I took off running but began slowing down halfway. What am I going to say? I caught up and fell in step two feet behind him. I reached out and grabbed his shirtsleeve and the book in his arm fell with a thud. "What the fuck?" he said as he turned around. His expression softened, but then it got all hard and stern. His eyes darted around, and he cleared his throat. I fought the urge to bolt. "What?" he yelled. Students stopped and stared. He bent down to grab his book. I needed to figure out something; in a few seconds, he would stand up and walk away. I needed to speak up, or he would walk away forever. My mind went blank. He stood back up. Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and crinkled his nose. As I still didn’t say anything, he shook his head and turned to walk away. "For someone who wants to be my boyfriend, you're not acting like it,” I said. He turned back to face me. Confusion and frustration spread across his face. I’d said the wrong thing. I dropped my head and turned. When he dropped his books. The sound made me jump, but not as much as when he reached out and wrapped his hands around my biceps. My instincts were to pull away from the sudden contact, but it only made him increase his grip. My stomach fluttered as I searched my brain trying to find something to say that didn't sound stupid or pathetic or desperate. He remained silent and pulled me close. I leaned toward him while my mind screamed, No, don’t do it, run away. I shouldn’t be doing this, not out of fear of him, but out of fear of losing control. My breath increased and my heart was pounding out of my chest. A small part of my brain registered the pain from how tight he held my arms, but another part of my brain overrode the pain and my heart rate spiked with the realization. Oh, shit. He's going to kiss me. And, he did. His lips landed on mine, and it made my head spin. I was thankful for the grip on my arms, because I would have otherwise melted into the ground. His firm hands were a direct contradiction to his soft lips. I felt him pulling away and I followed, seeking more contact, but his grip flexed as if warning me to stop. I didn’t have a second to think because his lips were back on mine, harder this time. He angled his head to the left, and he slid his tongue between my open lips. As soon as our tongues touched, he withdrew, and I sought it out. His grip on my arms tightened, but as my triceps began to shake, he loosened his grip. He let go and wrapped one arm around my waist. His other hand touched my chin to tilt it to the ideal angle in order for him to kiss me deeper. He directed this epic moment and I followed his cues. He paused and allowed air to pass between our moist lips, but my lips weren’t done. He opened his mouth and my tongue found his as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I pulled him closer, and he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He no longer seemed in control of the situation. He reacted to my every move. I was in control. God, it felt good.

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Carrington lips asked to be kissed. They were soft and smooth and defined with no assistance. I only ever saw her wear lip-gloss. These lips were created for me. Her body was made for me. It responded to my every touch. When my lips found hers, her heart raced. It thumped against my chest. Her arms tensed around my neck, she sighed, and I pulled her closer. My hand went from rubbing her cheek to sliding down her neck. It rested on her chest; it had found its home. My other hand worked its way down her back and around her waist. They had an agenda, and I had no control over them. They touched and felt every place they had access to and would have been more daring if we weren't perched on top of a roof. My lips were a bit more cautious, kissing her soft at first and them firm, taking her lead. I wanted her to react to me and let me know how comfortable she was with what we were doing and how fast we were going.

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“Carrington. Look at me.” She bit her lip and started looking around again, but then she looked up and I saw it. She looked at me and I smiled before I could stop myself. This made her even angrier, which made me laugh. “What is so funny?” “This, you and me after all this time in the same room pretending like it’s no big deal.” I stood up and moved to the seat next to her. She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not pretending anything.” “They why are you so pissed off.” “Because, I’m mad at you.” “For what?” She uncrossed her arms and stood up. She headed over to the window and I followed, my eyes seeking the other thing that was uniquely Carrington. That epic ass of hers made me want to call my agent and thank him and give him a raise. I chuckled at how she effected me even so many years later. When I looked up at her face, she had a smirk on her face I couldn’t read. “For that.” “I’m sorry. What?” “For looking at me like that. For walking in her like Mr. NFL Quarterback who everyone loves and adores and expect me to do the same.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “What are you doing here?” “I was traded remember.” “I just don’t need this in my life right now.” “Well, I’m so sorry that I am interfering with your life again. It’s not like I can afford to handle this distraction either. I have enough to worry about without trying to decipher your damn relationship specifications.” “Relationship specifications. What are your talking about?” “Forget it.” I grabbed the folder and started flipping through the contract. I felt her beside me as she leaned over and took the folder and slide it down the table. I stood up fast and stepped in front of her. My blood boiled. Now I was pissed off. “I’m not going to do this again. Give up everything to prove to you how I feel about you only to have you create some tiny issue to justify why we can’t be together only because you too scared to admit the truth.” She stepped back, but she didn’t have far to go, the window stopped her progress, but she stood tall in heels and attitude staring up at me. “And, what is the truth.” “Falling for someone again, scared the shit out of you.” Her chin dropped to her chest and she relaxed her arms. She leaned back against the window and look up at me. When she blinked back her tears before they fell, it crushed me. I didn’t mean to say that, but it came out before I could stop myself. I relaxed my arms, too. I wanted to hold her, lean over and kiss her and show her how even after all these years, I wanted her. I wanted to tell her how not a day went by that I didn’t think about her. I wanted her to be honest with me and tell me she felt the same. I stared down at her, fixated on her lips. She bit it as if she could feel what I was thinking. I leaned in a little more. She placed her hand on my chest I closed my eyes and said a little pray of think for who ever saw fit to put us in each others lives, but when I opened my eyes, she was gone.

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Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader and movie fanatic who hails from Texas. After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer. Sydney has been blogging at sydneyaaliyah.com for three years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, and journals about her writing and editing process. Sydney's novels tackle that dramatic world that is college and professional football and she writes heroins that love their men and the sport that they play. She identifies the sci-fi action flick "The Matrix" as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves. She can recite the entire script from the 80's teen comedy/drama "The Breakfast Club" and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark. When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books