Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Green-Eyed Doll by JERRIE ALEXANDER Teaser & Review

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The Green-Eyed Doll JERRIE ALEXANDER

  Blurb: Catherine McCoy has been on the move for a year. Hiding the secret and guilt in her heart, she expects her stay in small-town Texas to be brief. Her plan changes after she meets Sheriff Matt Ballard, who ignites a flame of passion she thought lost forever.   Matt has scars of his own. He left the big city after an undercover operation went bad. Now, he hunts for a serial killer who paints his victims like porcelain dolls. Catherine becomes a safe haven for him. Two tortured souls finding comfort in each other's arms—until he uncovers her secret, and their bond of trust is broken.   When Catherine disappears, Matt races to find her, fearing the murderer has found his next green-eyed doll. But the killer has a surprise coming. Catherine will fight to the death before she'll be a victim. Will her determination be enough?

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BIO: A student of creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels.   But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others. She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.  

 The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, SOMONE TO WATCH OVER ME, HELL OR HIGH WATER, and COLD DAY in HELL, books 1 and 2 in the Lost and Found, Inc. series. Book 3, NO CHANCE in HELL is scheduled for release in early April.  

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My Review:
This could definitely be an episode on a crime drama (I would think Criminal Minds). The author did a great job of making two plots ( Catherine's past and Matt's past blend into a new and edge of your seat plot. Is Matt looking for the person that is watching Catherine? Or are they two different weirdos? It was interesting to read the killer's point of view and to know what he was thinking. I was not sure how the book was going to end, but I definitely liked the building of the climax more. This is a book that I could not read at night, because I would be scared of becoming a doll for the killer! Catherine is a great heroine, that did not give up easily. I am giving this book a 4/5. I was given a copy to review, however all opinions are my own.

Jaded by Desire by Desiree A. Cox Giveaway


Jaded by Desire
by Desiree A. Cox
Series: Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy, Book 2
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 28, 2015




Nikki's life was changing. She was in love, she was getting married and she was going to have the baby that she never expected she'd have.

Everything was perfect.

Or was it?

Everyone has secrets, those hidden parts of our past we don't ever want  to be discovered.

Nikki and Jeff's love will be tested.  Is their love strong enough to survive the secrets that come out?


Desiree was born and raised in Iowa.

She married her high school sweetheart and moved to the Philadelphia area after high school and has been happily married for over twenty-five years. She’s the mother of two sons and a daughter.

She writes Erotica and is looking to expand into the thriller/suspense genre in the near future.

Desiree enjoys family time, traveling and spending time at the beach.

Her debut book is Twisted By Desire.


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Sting by Jennifer Ryder Teaser, Release Party & Giveaway




Title: Sting
Series: Spark #4
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Release Date: February 28, 2015


Synopsis


Going undercover has its challenges. When Detective Ryan Clark is sent to the sleepy coastal town of Fremantle to dismantle the country’s most lethal drug syndicate, it’s worth the risk. Even if he becomes a fatality, in the war against drugs.

Ryan finds himself coming back to the same coffee shop. Blondie, the local barista, has him hot under the collar and reaching for his piece. He knows the attraction isn’t just one-sided.

She’s trying to keep her distance.

It only makes him want her more.

Willow Asher left it all behind, but not by choice.

After two long years, she’s finally getting somewhere. Willow has a busy café with her buxom business partner, Gabby, who is the closest thing she has to family.

Although Willow’s past still plagues her thoughts, she’s determined to have her happily-ever-after. As soon as her demons stop haunting her.

What she doesn’t need is the complication of Mr Sexy-Brown-Eyes, who seems to be drinking more and more coffee.

She doesn’t want the questions.

She’s still trying to get her story straight.








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 Author Bio


New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series.

A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn't stifle her creativity any longer.

Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country.

Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting.

Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013.



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Friday, February 27, 2015

The Problem With Heartache by Lauren K. McKellar Teaser, Excerpt & Giveaway




Title: The Problem With Heartache
Series: Crazy in Love #3
Author: Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult)
Release Date: February 27, 2015


Synopsis


The problem with heartache is that there’s no one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to classes; you can try to embrace change. But when you wake up at two in the morning, a smile on your face because you’ve dreamt about the could have—the should have—nothing will console you.


Because seconds later, you remember.


And remembering can rip you apart.


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Kate will do anything for her family. It’s why she took the job with Lee. It’s why she’s attempting to forget her pain. But it's hard to forget, when you're desperate to hold on. Even if Lee Collins is the perfect package.


Lee will do anything for the ones he cares about. It’s why he hired Kate.


It’s why he keeps his secrets, and it’s why he cannot, will not fall in love. Not with Kate—not with anyone.


Ever.


The one thing he can’t forgive.
 
The one thing she can’t forget.








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Excerpt

“You. In.” She pointed to the room behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder.

            “In there?” I smirked again, but her cheeks didn’t get any redder, to my astonishment. “Is now really the time?”

            She pushed against my naked chest, her steely eyes fixed on my face the whole time, then slammed the door behind us with her foot.

            “If you wanted some private time together, you just had to say so.” I joked, leaning back against the chair that was positioned in front of the mirror in my dressing room.

            “You think this is funny?” Kate asked, her head tilted to the side.

            “Actually … yeah.” I nodded and smiled again, not unkindly.

            Kate looked down, and for one God-awful moment I thought she was going to cry.







 Author Bio


Lauren K. McKellar is an author and editor. Her debut novel, Finding Home, was released through Escape Publishing on October 1, 2013, and her second release, NA Contemporary Romance The Problem With Crazy, is self-published, and is available now. She loves books that evoke emotion, and hope hers make you feel.

Lauren lives by the beach in Australia with her husband and their two dogs. Most of the time, all three of them are well behaved.


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THE WEDDING BAND by Cara Connelly Excerpt & Giveaway







THE WEDDING BAND by Cara Connelly

SYNOPSIS:

Fans of Rachel Gibson and Jennifer Ryan can rejoice in Cara Connelly's Save the Date series. It's the most secretive celebrity wedding of the year, and Christine Case is going to be there! No-nonsense journalist Christine Case still believes a newspaper should inform, not entertain. But when Chris's biggest story blows up in her face, she's out of a job unless she does the one thing she's sworn never to do—infiltrate a celebrity wedding and write an exposé on the happy couple. A-list heartthrob Dakota Rain loathes the press. So when he hosts his equally famous brother's wedding at his Beverly Hills estate, keeping the vultures at bay is Dakota's top priority—until he meets the sultry singer in the wedding band. Posing as a singer is no problem for Chris, but when Dakota talks her into a private-island getaway, the hot days—and sizzling nights—make it impossible to go on deceiving him. But what will happen when the media-hating movie star discovers the woman he's falling for is really an undercover reporter?


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Cara Connelly is an award-winning author of contemporary romances. Her smart and sexy stories have won high praise, earning Cara several awards, including the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart®, the Valley Forge Romance Writers' Sheila, and the Music City Romance Writers' Melody of Love. Cara, who lives in rural Upstate New York, works as an appellate court attorney when she's not crafting steamy novels of love and romance. - See more at: http://avonromance.com/author/cara-connelly#sthash.SFDWo2JO.dpuf


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CHAPTER ONE

            Dakota Rain took a good hard look in the bathroom mirror and inventoried the assets.
            Piercing blue eyes? Check.
            Sexy stubble? Check.                                 
            Sun-streaked blond hair? Check.
            Movie-star smile?
            Uh-oh.
            In the doorway, his assistant rolled her eyes and hit speed dial. “Emily Fazzone here,” she said. “Mr. Rain needs to see Dr. Spade this morning. Another cap.” She listened a moment, then snorted a laugh. “You’re telling me. Might as well cap them all and be done with it.”
            In the mirror Dakota gave her his hit man squint. “No extra caps.”
            “Weenie,” she said, pocketing her phone. “You don’t have time today, anyway. Spade’s squeezing you in, as usual. Then you’re due at the studio at eleven for the voice-over. It’ll be tight, so step on it.”
            Deliberately, Dakota turned to his reflection again. Tilted his head. Pulled at his cheeks like he was contemplating a shave.
            Emily did another eye roll. Muttering something that might have been either “Get to work” or “What a jerk,” she disappeared into his closet, emerging a minute later with jeans, T-shirt, and boxer briefs. She stacked them on the granite vanity, then pulled out her phone again and scrolled through the calendar.
            “You’ve got a twelve o’clock with Peter at his office about the Levi’s endorsement, then a one-thirty fitting for your tux. Mercer’s coming here at two-thirty to talk about security for the wedding . . .”
            Dakota tuned her out. His schedule didn’t worry him. Emily would get him where he needed to be. If he ran a little late and a few people had to cool their heels, well, they were used to dealing with movie stars. Hell, they’d be disappointed if he behaved like regular folk.
            Taking his sweet time, he shucked yesterday’s briefs and meandered naked to the shower without thinking twice. He knew Emily wouldn’t bat an eye. After ten years nursing him through injuries and illness, puking and pain, she’d seen all there was to see. Broad shoulders? Tight buns? She was immune.
            And besides, she was gay.
            Jacking the water temp to scalding, he stuck his head under the spray, wincing when it found the goose egg on the back of his skull. He measured it with his fingers, two inches around.
            The same right hook that chipped his tooth had bounced his head off a concrete wall.
            Emily rapped on the glass. He rubbed a clear spot in the steam and gave her the hard eye for pestering him in the shower.
            She was immune to that too. “I asked you if we’re looking at a lawsuit.”
            “Damn straight.” He was all indignation. “We’re suing The Combat Zone. Tubby busted my tooth and gave me a concussion to boot.”
            She sighed. “I meant, are we getting sued? Tubby’s a good bouncer. If he popped you, you gave him a reason.”
            Dakota put a world of aggrievement into his Western drawl. “Why do you always take everybody else’s side? You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened.”
            “Sure I do. It’s October, isn’t it? The month you start howling at the moon and throwing punches at bystanders. It’s an annual event. The lawyers are on standby. I just want to know if I should call them.”
            He did the snarl that sent villains and virgins running for their mamas. Emily folded her arms.
            He stuck his head out the door. “Feel that.” He pointed at the lump.
            She jabbed it.
            “Ow! Damn it, Em, you’re mean as a snake.” He shut off the water, dripped his way across the bathroom, and twisted around in front of the mirror, trying to see the back of his head.
            “Was Montana with you?”
            “No.” Little brother’s clubbing days were over. Montana spent his evenings with his fiancée now.
            “Witnesses?”
            “Plenty.”
            “Paparazzi?”
            “Are you kidding?” He was always tripping over those leeches. October usually ended with one of them on the ground, Dakota punching the snot out of him while the rest of the bloodsuckers streamed it live.
            Em dragged her phone out again. “Hi, Peter. Yeah, Dakota got into it with Tubby last night. Just a broken tooth and a knot on his thick skull. But the press was there, so expect pictures. Okay, later.”
            Dakota gave up on the lump. His hair was too thick.
            And too damn long, an inch past his chin for the Western he’d start filming next month. Seemed like a lot of trouble for what amounted to another shoot-’em-up just like the last one, and the one before that. This time there’d be horses instead of hot rods, and six-guns instead of Uzis. But no real surprises, just lots of dead bodies.
            Em handed him a towel. “Car?”
            He glanced out the window. No surprises there either. Another sunny day in L.A. “Porsche. The black one.”
            She walked out of the bathroom, tapping her phone. “Tony, bring the black Porsche around, will you? And drop the top.”     

            Goosing the gas, Dakota squirted between a glossy Lexus and a pimped-out Civic, then shot through a yellow light and squealed a hard right into the In-N-Out Burger, braking at the drive-thru.
            “Gimme a three-by-three, fries, and a chocolate shake, will ya, darlin’?” He glanced at Em. “The usual?”
            She nodded, phone to her ear.
            “Throw in a grilled cheese for the meat-hater. And an extra straw.” He pulled forward behind a yellow Hummer.
            Still talking, Em opened her iPad, fiddled around, then held it up for him to see. Pictures of his go-round with Tubby.
            He shrugged like it didn’t bother him, but it did. Oh, he didn’t care if people knew he’d had his ass handed to him. That was inevitable; nobody beat Tubby.
            What pissed him off were the damn paparazzi.
            Everyone—Peter, Em, even Montana—told him the media was a fact of celebrity life. A necessary evil. And maybe that was true.
            But he’d never forgive them for Charlie. For driving a good man to suicide, then tearing at his remains like the flesh-eating vultures they were.
            And it wasn’t only the paparazzi who’d made money and careers off Charlie’s life and death. “Legitimate” journalists waded in too, exploiting his best friend’s disintegration, never letting humanity get in the way of a good story.
            The day they spread Charlie’s corpse across the front page, Dakota swore off “news” forever. No papers, no magazines, no CNN. Never again in this life.
            Pulling up to the window, he set aside his resentment and laid a practiced smile on the redhead inside. “Hey, Sandy-girl. What’s shakin’?”
            “Hey, Kota.” Her Jersey accent spread his nickname like butter. “I like the hair.”
            “You can have it when I cut it off.” He tipped her fifty bucks and she blew him a kiss.
            Peeling out of the lot, he handed off the bag to Em. She was still uh-huhing into her phone, so he plucked it from her hand.
            “Hey! That was Peter.”
            “We just saw him twenty minutes ago.” He rattled the bag.
            “Honest to God.” She unwrapped his burger and spread a napkin on his lap. Then she stuck both straws in the shake, took a long pull, and passed it over, half turning in her seat to eyeball him. “So what happened last night?”     
            He sucked down two inches of shake, then tucked it between his thighs. “Some asshole was hassling this girl. Feeling her up.” Manhandling the poor kid. Pinning her to the wall and rubbing all over her.
            “Tell me you didn’t hit him.”
            “I was about to.” And wouldn’t it have felt great to lay that pretty boy out? “I pulled him off her. Then Tubby waded in and spoiled my fun.”
            “And the October madness begins.” Em tipped back her head and stared up at blue sky. “Why, oh why, couldn’t Montana get married in September? Or November?”
            “Why does he have to get married at all?” It made no sense. Montana—or Tana, as he was known to family, friends, and his legions of Twitter followers—had the world by the balls. Women loved him. Hollywood loved him. The critics loved him. He was the indie darling, offered one challenging, nuanced role after another, while Kota got stuck blowing up cities and machine-gunning armies single-handedly.
            Sure, Kota made bigger box office. But Tana had the talent in the family.
            “Sasha’s a great girl,” Em pointed out.
            “Yeah, she’s a peach. But peaches grow on trees in California. Why settle for one when you can have the orchard?”
            Em punched his shoulder. “That’s for peaches everywhere, especially California.”
            Kota grinned and passed her the shake. “Call Mercer, will you, and tell him we’re running behind. I don’t want him getting pissed at us.”
            “Pfft. You never worry about anybody else’s feelings.”
            “Because they can’t kill us just by looking at us.”
            “See? You’re scared of him too.” She crossed her arms. “I wish you hadn’t hired him.”
            “So you’ve said about a million times. But Tana put me in charge of security, and Mercer’s the best.” His guys were ex-Rangers and Navy SEALs. “He says he’ll keep the press out, and I believe him.”
            “Well good luck with that. They always manage to sneak somebody inside.”
            “Not this time,” Kota vowed. A beach wedding might be a security nightmare—not to mention just plain pointless, since everyone was zipped into tents and couldn’t see the water anyway—but Mercer had it covered. Airtight perimeter, no-fly zone. Saturday’s guests and employees would be bussed in from a remote parking lot and wanded before admittance. Anyone caught with a recording device would be summarily executed—er, ejected.
            Kota gave a grim smile. “Believe me, Em, Mercer’s got it locked down. Not a single, slimy, sleazy reporter is getting into that wedding.”


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