Saturday, November 29, 2014

Cover Reveal: Tryst by Arie Lane

Author: Arie Lane
Release Date: January 6th 2015


Bentley Celeste has everything to lose, literally. On a night she should have been celebrating, her world came crashing down. Left with no other choice, she ran for her life and has been hiding ever since. 

The day Tristan turned into a teenager her whole life changed. Faced with the reality that his father was more of a child than he was, Tristan chose to forego the rest of his childhood and become an adult.

Both have secrets that could destroy the fragile foundation that Tristan fights hard to build. But what happens when the very secrets you are hiding are the very ties that will either bind or break you? Can Bentley stop running long enough to let someone in? Can Tristan start believing that not everyone he loves is destined to abandon him?

***WARNING*** This book is intended for 18+ due to strong language, violent scenarios, and sexual content.

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Arie Lane is an avid reader and stay at home mom to two beautiful little boys. When not writing or chasing them around she is usually catching up with other Indie authors and constantly keeping up with new blogs. 

She loves to connect with people is proud that she finally had the courage to put some of her crazy thoughts into written words. From the time she started reading her nose was always stuck in a book and she couldn't be happier that now she's encouraging others to get their noses stuck also. Even if her readers are of 18+ variety.

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Cover Reveal: Forever Found by Nazarea Andrews

Author: Nazarea Andrews
Coming December 30th, 2014


Losing Gwen was one of the hardest things I've ever had to survive. I've never loved anyone the way I love her.

But finding her was never about that. And now that I have found her--now that she knows the truth about me and the Island, I have to trust her to believe. Because her leaving me didn't just destroy me--its killing Neverland.

I need her to love me. But we all need her to believe again.

Peter Pan has grown up and found the girl who left--but the stakes are higher than ever in this romantic conclusion to the story begun in Girl Lost.


Gwen is leaning against the window. Every time I leave her, I forget. She’s not all gangly limbs and huge eyes and dirty hair hanging in her face, flinching at her own shadow.  Not anymore. That Gwen still haunts my island, but this—this Gwen is breathtaking.

She thinks she’s broken. Fractured pieces of a broken mind, held together by medication and stubborn denial. But she doesn’t see herself, not the way I do.

Lane had that right. She’s breathtaking—even now, when I know she’s sad and broken. She stands straight, a pair of thin sleep pants curving around her ass before falling loose and free to the floor. Her shoulders are back, graceful and strong, under the thick sweater she’s wearing, her hair pulled into a messy knot at the top of her head.

She can see me, my reflection in the dark glass. And I see the tension in her tighten, drawing her up and sharp, until she’s almost vibrating with it. “Why are you here?” she asks, her voice low and hoarse.

She sounds like that when she’s been crying. I know—I’ve heard her so many times, heard her tears. Wiped them away. Whispered happy thoughts until I teased a smile from her.

“Peter,” she snaps, and I jerk, out of the memories and into the moment.

“You ran away.”

She gives an unladylike snort. “You decided you were a delusion of my past, and then you expected me to sit there and listen to your insane ramblings. Thanks, but no. I can’t do that. I’ve had enough crazy for one life.” She bites her lip, and then blurts,

“You stole my file, didn’t you? That’s how you know about the Boy.”

“Do you remember the firefly meadow?”

She goes still, and I smile, gently. “You do.”

“That wasn’t real,” she whispers, and I feel the shudder.

“We’d hide there, from the lsot boys. And you’d fall asleep telling me your happy thoughts, and wake up to a galaxy of fireflies, and we’d chase them until you made yourself sick, laughing. And then I’d hold you and we’d stare at the stars, and you always said they were different. It smelled like jasmine and honey-“

“And wild woods and freedom,” she whispers, her blue eyes impossibly wide in her pretty face. I take a tentative step toward her, and touch her fingers.

Why are your stars different?

“It wasn’t a delusion, Gwendy. You know it wasn’t. Trust yourself.”

She shudders. “Can’t. My mind lies. It wasn’t—“

“Gwendy,” I say, desperately. Her eyes are filling with tears and I can feel the disbelief, the way it will tear apart the world I’ve known, and the girl I’ve loved, and I can’t. I move without thinking, catch her head and bring her lips to mine.

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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog. 

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Dual Cover Reveal for Ryley's Revenge and Paxton's Promise by L.P. Dover

I’m pleased to give you the dual cover reveal for the Gloves off Series: Ryley’s Revenge and Paxton’s Promise. I read the first novella with Ryley and I really grew to like his character. I hope in this next book his character grows even more. We haven’t seen much of Paxton, however from the brief encounters that we’ve had of him I think he may end up being my favorite. I really excited to read both of these books when they come out!

Ryley's Revenge Synopsis:

UFC Middleweight fighter, Ryley Jameson, swore it would never happen again. He was done with his ex, and over the pain she’d inflicted when she left him. At least, that’s what he tells people. Maybe if he says it enough, he’ll begin to believe it himself.

Regretting her decision to let Ryley go, Ashleigh Warren comes back into town and confronts him. Holding only one secret back, she puts the rest on the line and asks for a second chance. Too bad he’s not going to let her off easy.

Camden Jameson loves his twin brother, but his jealousy runs deep. They may be identical in looks, but that’s where the similarities end. When Ashleigh comes back into Ryley’s life, Camden has the perfect opportunity for revenge. Two birds, one stone.

A journey to the Dark Side affects them all, but only one feels the true sting of revenge.

Paxton's Promise Synopsis: 

She hates him, yet she can’t get him out of her mind.

Female Bantamweight fighter, Gabriella Reynolds, has a bad habit of falling for forbidden fighters. Enter Paxton Emerson. He’s tall, tattooed, and the current UFC Light Heavyweight Champion. Everyone wants a piece of him, and he only has eyes for her. Through no choice of her own, she’s fallen in his debt and he’s now demanding payment. Too bad it doesn’t involve currency. Gabby’s decision to fulfill her promise to him ultimately brings out her true feelings, but also spurs the unwanted attention of another.

Rage’s fixation on his newest obsession reaches dangerous levels. Unfortunately, Paxton Emerson has become a roadblock to his end goal and needs to be removed from the equation—by any means necessary.

Gabby will do anything to save Pax, but what happens when she’s the one who needs saving? 



For more about the rest of the series, check out my first review of this great series!!!

About the Author: 

USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, whitewater rafting, and you can forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime an those songs usually consist of Christmas Carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Cover Reveal: Miles from Home by Ava Bell

Ava Bell is a new and upcoming author who is releasing her first book in January 2015! This book has already been added to my TBR list! I'm excited to give you the cover for her new book!!

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Review: The Memoirs Series by Marni Mann

The Memoir Series
Author: Marni Mann


Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales:

WARNING: While intended for young adults, this book does contains drug use, strong language and graphic imagery. Reader discretion is advised.

Marni Mann presents a Young Adult edition of her poignant and hard hitting cautionary tale about the dangers of heroin.

"I could feel my chin falling toward my chest, my back hunching forward. My body was acting on its own, and my mind was empty, like all my memories had been erased. There was scenery behind my lids. Aqua colored water and powdery sand that extended for miles. I was never going back to coke. I wanted more heroin. And I wanted it now."

Leaving behind a nightmare that haunts her, nineteen-year-old Nicole and her best friend Eric escape their home of Bangor, Maine.Starting a new life in Boston, Nicole desperately seeks a fresh beginning to help erase her past. But there is something besides freedom waiting for her in the shadows—a drug that will take her independence away.


With one taste, the love that once flowed in Nicole’s veins turns into cravings. Tracks mark the passing of time, and heroin’s voice grows louder. It holds her hand through death and prostitution, but it’s her addiction that keeps her in the darkness.
When her family tries to strike a match to help light her way, Nicole must choose between a life she can hardly remember, or a love for heroin she’ll never forget.

Scars From A Memoir: 

"I could make up a story to cover the last eight years, but the scars on my arms told the truth. So did my ankles, the skin between my toes, even the veins that had burst on my breasts. Did my battle wounds really prove I was a survivor? Or was I too damaged to be glued back together?"

Nicole had only one skyline to remind her of the freedom she'd lost-a tattoo of inked buildings dotting the skies of Boston, crisscrossed by scars. Heroin had owned her, replaced everyone and everything she'd once loved. The past was supposed to be behind her. It wasn't, but that was the price of addiction.

Two men love her; one fills a void, and the other gives her hope of a future. Will love find a way to help her sing a lullaby to addiction, or will her scars be her final good-bye?


I reviewed a copy of both books in this collection: Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales and Scars From A Memoir for an honest review. Thank you!!

I’m going to do a joint review. When I first read the summary for these two books, I was a little weary. I’m not a big fan for drug addiction books, but since Marni Mann wrote it I gave it a go ahead.

The first book, Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales was a bit hard to get through. It also felt more like a journal than it did a story. It was more of, “this happened to me, and then this happened.” Maybe that was why I had more of a hard time reading it. I had a hard time stomaching what the main character went through. With every little needle, with ever descriptive example, I felt more and more sick. This book, however, gave me more of an insight to what people who suffer addiction go through, the consequences of what their actions lead too. This book is a reminder that just minutes from you, someone could be suffering from addiction; just a reminder that what this main character goes through is real and it isn’t just a made up story. This story gave us all the gritty details that we tend to try and ignore when it comes to addiction.

Throughout Nicole’s story, you wonder to yourself if it is ever going to end. Will she finally realize what she has done to herself and the ones around her and her family? You continually see her blame everyone but herself. You continually see her wither away from society before she realizes what she has done. The characters in this book are real. They aren’t something just made up to create a story for us. Marni did that. She gave us something that could really happen or quite possibly has happened in our lives. It showed us how the people around us cope and deal with what happens. It’s a terrible feeling and something I hope no one has to go through.

When the story continues in Scars From A Memoir, we see an addict who has cleansed herself from the addiction that once control every aspect of her life. We see more of her personality in this book. We see more of who Nicole is in this book. It picks up 2 and ½ years after Memoirs. She has faced prison time and rehab.

In Scars, we see the aftermath of what an addict has to deal with when addiction has been beat. We watch her pick up the pieces of her life that she has destroyed. We watch her move on from her life and everything that she has put her body through. In this book, we are shown that every decision that we make, every choice that we make our own, has a consequence. You grow more attached to her character and the characters around her. I became more sympathetic with her in this book because in the first she fought all the help around her. In the second book, she let the people who cared about her help. She learns to help herself. To say I was shocked with the ending, I wasn’t. Like I said earlier… every choice comes with a consequence and hers was a really sucky one.

These two books were amazing eye-openers. Even if you have never touched drugs before, it gives you an insight to what happens to those that do. I’m not saying what happened to Nicole happens to everyone who uses drugs, but it does. I think everyone should read this book; if not to understand addicts more, but to understand just in general. 

About the Author:

Best-selling author Marni Mann, knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she's not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she's scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Enforce Synopsis and Chapter 1 Reveal by Rachel Van Dyken!!!!!!!!

I cannot wait to share this with everyone! This has got to be one of my all-time favorite series. You'll never be able to think of the mafia the same after you read these books. Rachel does a fantastic job pulling you into their world. Enforce is Elite (the first book of the series) from the point of view of Nixon and Chase. I'm so drawn to these characters that I cannot wait to hear the story from their point of view. This book releases on December 18th and I've already pre-order! I hope you will love these books as much as I have. 

Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: December 18th, 2014


There’s two sides to every story...

And ours? Isn't pretty...

Then again, what's pretty about the mafia?

Trace Rooks, that’s what.

But she only wants one of us, and I'll kill him before I let him have her.

The only problem?

We're cousins.

And she may just be our long lost enemy.

Whoever said college was hard, clearly didn't attend Eagle Elite University.

Welcome to hell also known as the Mafia where blood is thicker than life, and to keep
yours? Well, keep your friends close, and your enemies?

Even closer...

(Elite from  Nixon/Chase’s POV)

Nixons POV

Chapter One

            I watched as the parade of cars made their way through the black iron gates, as if somehow those gates would protect them if the country went to war. Funny, they had no clue that the war—Lucifer himself, was already parading around inside, safe from the police- the feds- anyone who would be a threat.
 Safe from everyone but me.
 My eyes flickered to Phoenix on my right, he grinned as a new girl walked up to him and gave him a flirty wave.
 I elbowed him hard in the ribs.
 His grin turned sour as he glared at the girl and flipped her off.
 Remember your place.
 I’d said it once, twice, a million times to the guys, and they were still struggling with the idea that they weren’t here to go to school, they weren’t here to make friends. We weren’t at peace. We were in a freaking war zone.
 And Phoenix’s family was our only key to redemption.
 “That seems to be the last of them.” Chase’s cool gaze surveyed the main road that led into campus. It was easier on security to have one road in and one road out. Too bad life wasn’t that convenient.
 If someone didn’t belong—it would take us minutes, scratch that, seconds to eliminate them, their family, all while making it look like a very unfortunate accident.
 “Wait,” Tex squinted towards the iron gates, “I think there’s one more car.”
 “The hell there is.” I muttered, “I counted the cars, I’ve looked at the lists, we aren’t missing anyone.”
 Chase yanked the list out of my hand and started reading through the names of all the freshman enrollees. His grin made me about lose my shit as he lifted his head and handed back the paper.
 “I hear Wyoming’s beautiful this time of year.”
 “What?” I jerked the list away and started greedily reading through the names.
 One stood out.
 Trace Rooks, Female, 18, Casper, Wyoming.
 “Great.” I dropped the list onto the ground and smirked, “A girl who probably smells like cow shit. What’s her background?”
 Nobody answered.
 I said it louder, this time grinding my teeth together.
 Tex was the first to answer, “We couldn’t really find any.”
 “Couldn’t. Really. Find. Any.” I repeated. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
 “Look,” Tex shook his head, “We have Sergio on it, but the girl doesn’t really have a lot of information about her. Parents dead, Grandma dead, Grandpa her only living relative and somehow her social as well as her birth certificate were both lost.”
 “Lost.” I licked my lips. I told my head not to go there, told my heart to stay in my damn chest and stop hoping as images flooded my mind. Dark hair, dark eyes, “Nixon, I’ll save you.”
 “Dude, you okay?” Chase elbowed me.
 “Let’s go welcome her to Eagle Elite.”
 Nobody moved.
 “I said,” I started marching towards the girls dorms, “Let’s go welcome her.”
 “Why do I have a feeling this is a really bad idea?” Tex said under his breath.
 “For once, Tex, keep your mouth shut and stay in the background, paste a shit eating grin on your face and let me and Chase deal with this. Do you think you can do that? Hmm?”
 “Take a Xanax.” Phoenix grumbled.
 I sent a seething glare in his direction.
 He mumbled a curse and walked off with Tex to wait by the tree while we continued the next few feet to the girls dorms.
 The car was a rental.
 The grandpa was ancient.
 The girl was…young.
 And she had shit as belongings. Her suitcase was covered with stickers, her grandpa handed her a small box, and I could have sworn I saw a tear escape her eye and roll down her smooth cheek.
 “Hell no.” I grumbled, “She’ll be destroyed here.”
 “Won’t last five minutes.” Chase agreed.
 “Tears.” I wiped my face with my hands, “Tell me I’m not seeing tears.”
 “Girls don’t cry here.”
 “They don’t.” I agreed.
 “She isn’t like them.”
 “We need Mo.”
 I laughed at that, “We need a miracle.” With a curse, I quickly dialed the number for orientation and made arrangements for the New Girl to be moved to the United States room. Mo was supposed to be on that same floor. I figured she needed all the help she could get. No way would little Wyoming survive the year with anyone else, not that I was happy about it. I mean in hindsight that was probably my first mistake.
 I’d officially invited her into my life—by way of my sister.
 “New girls here.” I said loud enough for Tracey to turn around and gape. So squeaky clean and innocent. Like a little lamb, right, Chase?” I tilted my head and offered her a smirk.
 The old man reached in his jacket. It was a move I knew well. Another clue. He wasn’t what he said he was. He wasn’t who he said he was. As if noticing my calculating glare, he removed his hand and offered a forced smile, “A welcoming committee? This place sure is nice.”
 I had to respect his control. The way he protectively stood in front of Tracey as if he was the only thing standing in the way of my devouring her.
 “Is there a problem?” He scratched his head, causing his shirt sleeve to fall, revealing a small tattoo. One I’d seen as a child but couldn’t place.
 “Do I know you?” I blurted.
 He laughed, “Know any farmers out in Wyoming?”
 It was his tone that convinced me, the way his shook his head slightly, waiting for my challenge. It was the same look my Uncle gave me when he wanted me to stop pushing.
 It was the look that my dad taught me when I was ten and witnessed my first torture.
 The girl was still staring at us. Easy target. I’d leave the old man alone, he reminded me too much of mine. And I didn’t need that reminder, not now.
 I lifted my arms and stretched lazily.
 The girls eyes went wide as she stared at my body.
 Chase hit me in the stomach.
 I sauntered forward and tilted her chin towards me, closing her mouth in the process. “Much better,” I licked my lips and fought the urge to kiss her. Yeah, I was losing my shit. “We’d hate for our charity case to choke on an insect on her first day.” Her lips trembled as she looked from me to her Grandpa. I released her before she could do anything, and walked past, with Chase in tow.
 I needed to talk to the girl at registration anyways. We disappeared behind the building, but I’d be back. I just needed the Grandpa to leave.
 Within seconds the rental car was driving away. And the girl as all mine. My heart thudded against my chest, and for a second, I regretted what I was about to do.
 But every possible outcome ended with either her death, or her in danger. And for some reason, I didn’t want someone like her at Eagle Elite. She didn’t belong in my world.
 She deserved a picket fence.
  A husband.
 A good college experience without classmates who’d rather see her commit suicide then survive the next four years.
 They would destroy her.
 And she would make it so damn easy to do so.
 The only way—was to beat them to it. To be the first, marking her as our target, our play-thing.
 Nobody messed with what was mine.
 And in the end, nobody would mess with her. They’d allow me to entertain them with her innocence. I’d dangle her in front of them like a carrot, and at the end of the day, she’d be untouchable.
 I sighed as she looked up at the building gaping like someone who’d been homeschooled and never seen a sky scraper before.
 She was too skinny.
 I made a mental note to get her one of my access cards—she didn’t need to know how much they cost—or that every single student at EE would kill to have one. Mo would take care of the rest.
 She’d eat with us.
 She’d want for nothing.
 It was the least I could do after what I was about to make her endure.
 Licking my lips I approached her again, this time, damning myself to hell with each step I took. “Are you lost?”
 “Nope.” She grinned, damn it made her prettier. “Apparently I live in the United States.” With a shrug she tried and failed to lift her heavy suitcase and nearly toppled over onto her cute ass.
 I muffled a laugh, knowing that Chase was doing the exact same thing. Being mean to her would be like kicking a puppy. But the world was ugly. I just hated that I would be her tutor in the ways of reality—her prince of darkness.
 Damn, I would have done anything to be the hero.
 “I’m Nixon.” I stood directly in front of her, shifting my eyes from her poorly fitting clothes to her ugly shoes.
 “Tracey, but everyone calls me Trace.” She held out her hand.
 I itched to touch it.
 To touch her skin.
Instead, I scowled, shook her hand, then wiped that same hand on my jeans as if she was diseased.
 “What?” She took a step back.
 Chase moved past me, “He’s right. As cute as you are, Farm Girl, someone needs to tell you the rules.”
 Her gaze narrowed, “Can it be fast?”
 Yeah, again, I almost lost my mind. Chase was probably ready to shit his pants. The last person that talked back to him was Phoenix and that ended with a few broken bones and a trip to the dentist.
 “You hear that Chase?” I said amused, “She likes it fast.”
 “Pity,” Chase took a step closer, nearly touching her with his body, “I’d like to give it to her slow.” His eyes raked her in, as if she was the first girl he’d ever seen in his entire existence. Jealousy surged through me. What the hell? She wasn’t’ his. Not that she was mine, but still. He was standing too close, too close.
 “The rules.” He stepped back. My heart beat returned to normal, “No speaking to the Elect, unless you’ve been asked to speak to them.” He circled around her staring a little long at her ass before he continued.
 “Who are the--“
“—Nope. You’ve already broken a rule. I’m speaking New Girl.” Chase smirked. “Geez, Nixon, this one’s going to be hard to break in.”
“They always are.” I said without taking my eyes from her, “But I think I’ll enjoy this one.” The first true thing I’d said. I would enjoy it too much. I’d enjoy her too much, because she reminded me of someone I used to know. Someone who offered to save me, when I was already past saving, someone who wiped my tears, and cried as if they were her own.
 Chase continued with the rules. Making me sicker as her face continued to fall.
 Finally she asked, “Is that all?”
“No.” Raw desire pulsed through me as I approached her, needing to touch her, needing to make sure she was real even though I knew I was acting like a complete and utter lunatic. Chase and I would have words later. He knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. I was going too far, pushing myself, pushing him.
My hand caressed her face, then moved down her smooth neck to her shoulder. I wanted to claim her, to possess her, to make her scream—but not with fear, with utter ecstasy. I had no idea who she was, but she made me want. And that was the problem.
 For the first time in years. I wanted.
 I wasn’t allowed to want.
 I had to die to myself.
 Because in the grand scheme of things? It wasn’t about me. It was about blood, family, protection. Blood in, blood out.
Her eyes dilated. Furious that she’d reacted so easily, upset with myself for making my own body suffer, I snapped.
“You feel this? Memorize it now, because as of this moment, you can’t touch us. We are untouchable. If you as much as sneeze in our direction, if you as much breathe the same air in my atmosphere. I will make your life hell. This touch, what you feel against your skin, will be the only time you feel another human being as powerful as me near you. So like I said, feel it, remember it, and maybe one day, your brain will do you the supreme favor of forgetting what it felt like to have someone like me touching you. Then, and only then, will you be able to be happy with some mediocre boyfriend and pathetic life.” Away from me. Away from it all. Safe.

            A few more tears escaped down her cheek.

            And I knew in that moment. It was the beginning of the end.

            My end.

            My downfall.

            My demise.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at

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