Monday, 29 February 2016

RELEASE BLITZ - Liquid & Ash by E.M. Abel




Title: Liquid & Ash
Author: E.M. Abel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: March 1, 2016



Blurb

Love was my weakness. 
In the light of the truth, no one can hide. 

Derek had ignited a spark inside of my heart, a hope for a love I never expected to find. However, our connection lacked the substance it needed to burn. Weakened with resentment, our relationship crumbled under deception, slowly dissolving into ash.

I had sacrificed myself for him and paid the price.

By the time Brandon entered into my life, the longing in my heart had turned cold. But fate was not done with me. His crystal blue eyes and fluid touch revived a wish that had been frozen in time. He gave me hope once again. 

Hope is a dangerous thing, especially when you dare to dream.

**WARNING: This book contains adult content and drug use.





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E.M. Abel was born and raised a Marine Corps brat. She spent a large portion of her life moving and living in her mother's home country, Japan. As a result, she gained independence and a unique perspective on the world. The youngest of three girls, E.M. Abel spent a lot of time alone in her room writing or sketching in her journals and dreaming up stories. Growing up, she wrote poems, short stories and articles for her high school newspaper. She also fell in love with art and discovered her deep need for self-expression.

Now, a Navy wife with two small children of her own, she still loves being creative and most of all translating her stories into novels. E.M. Abel, now referred to as E or Em by her friends and readers, can often be found with her headphones on jamming out to punk rock, in a chair getting tattooed or cooking dinner for her kids and attending gymnastics practice. No matter what she's doing in her life, she's always sure to do it her way.



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RELEASE BLITZ- Teach Me by Lola Darling




Title: Teach Me
Author: Lola Darling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: July 29, 2015



Praise for Teach Me

"Jack Kingston is one heart-melting, panty-dropping, delightfully delicious professor. I'd let him Teach Me anything he wants."
 
~ Laurelin Paige, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Fixed Trilogy

"Professor Jack Kingston smolders. With off the charts chemistry and deliciously hot sex, Teach Me earns an A+ in taboo, student/teacher romance."

~ Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author of Priest





Blurb

“Looks like you dressed for the occasion."

“You said I should come prepared, professor." She wriggles beneath me.
I bring my hand down on her bare ass, just sharp enough to make her feel it, not enough to leave a mark. She inhales sharply, her hips bucking.

“And have you, Ms. Reed? Or will I need to reprimand you more thoroughly?”

When Harper Reed came to Oxford, her dream was to study modern poetry with the infamous Professor Jack Kingston, NOT to sleep with him. But his lectures are intoxicating, his knowledge captivating, and his accent drops panties faster than Charlie Hunnam on a Saturday night.

Harper has never made good decisions when it comes to sex and Jack has never been able to commit, yet there’s something between them that neither of them has felt before. But students and teachers are not supposed to fraternize, even as this out of control connection puts both of their futures on the line.

When their forbidden love is tested, can they make the grade?








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Lola Darling is a romantic with a naughty side. Texas born and raised, she has met a few Mr. Wrongs and is having fun looking for her Mr. Right.

She can be found at her laptop, daydreaming of dirty talking men in well-fitted suits or in the bath enjoying a glass of wine.


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RELEASE BLITZ- One Hour Girl by LeTeisha Newton




Title: One Hour Girl
Series: Lost Souls #1
Author: LeTeisha Newton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: February 29, 2016



Blurb

He thinks I’m his forever girl, I saw it in his eyes. I wished I could have slapped the look off his face and hit him with the same jarring finality I’d learned I didn’t mean shit.

I’m not a forever sort of girl.

I’m not even his for the night.

He’ll be lucky if I’m his for the next hour if he doesn’t pay me for it.

And then Royce Mattherson stormed my defenses. Took all the poison inside of me and pushed it out through my pores. He tasted the taint on my skin and still decided to love me.

He terrifies me. Exhilarates me. Frustrates me.

And he always gets what he wants.

Always






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“You are my date for the night.” He said date like a curse and I arched my brow at him, irritated that I noticed his good looks when he seemed to be disgusted by the very thing I represented. This man probably never had to pay for sex in his life.

Well I wasn’t some newbie who’d let his actions hurt me. I wouldn’t.

“That’s what you paid for.” I shifted my chest so my breasts swayed a bit. His eyes left my face and his gaze followed the sway of my breasts for a moment before he looked back at me. So, not completely adverse to my charms.

“Your job is to stay silent, entice, and smile pretty. These men here are donating money toward my organization based on ‘paying for one of you for the night’” he said, fingers curling in quotation marks.

“I understand,” I said. This was business, and that I could do. Men with money did a lot of odd things with their money. I had more powerful men and women in my client list than I would have ever believed when I first started. This was no different, and the premise of the evening didn’t bother me.

It was the fact that the organizer seemed discomforted by his event. And his discomfort was extended to me.

And why it bothered me, I didn’t know. But it shouldn’t have. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and stood taller. I let my arms fall to my sides before I stepped up to his side. He stiffened a moment before relaxing as I grasped his arm in my hands. The cool material of his suit rubbed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, and took in his scent with it. I could taste it on the back of my throat.

He smelled of sandalwood and Jasmine, but in a light, lingering signature that I recognized. I’ve smelled Clive Christian on a lot of men, but I hadn’t smelled it like this. Ever. I leaned in, inhaling more of his scent. My date shifted against me, and molded his body to my front. I let go of his arm with one hand and gripped his lapel. He held his body, hard and hot, against me. My breasts tingled, crushed to his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking another whiff. My nose touched his neck before I realized it. I caught his swift intake of breath, the bite of his finger in my upper arms as he gripped me, and pulled me a little closer.

“You do your job well,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was low, seductive, and authoritative.

“But I don’t pay for kicks.” I stopped breathing.

He couldn’t have done a better job if he’d tossed cold water over my head and laughed in my face. I plastered a smile on my face, feeling the burn of embarrassment on my cheeks. I leaned back from him and looked directly in his eyes. He wasn’t going to scare me. He wasn’t going to hurt me like so many others had.

“Sugar, you spend over two thousand dollars on cologne made to attract women, and then buy escorts to earn money for your organization. You pay for tricks already, you just would have been much happier had you paid for mine. Shall we?” I gestured toward the open door, and the party he’d paid me for. He hid his momentary surprise well, the expression melting into a cool mask so fast I would have missed it had I not been looking at him.

Take that. I may be a lot of things, but your object of ridicule I am not. He didn’t acknowledge my statement, but he turned towards the door and walked with me out of it. I kept my grip on his arm, holding my head high.

“Royce Mattherson,” he said then, and I frowned over at him. “My name,” he added. A smile played on his lips, the left side a bit higher than the right. That smile, that show of imperfection made my heart skip a beat. I forced myself to ignore it as I thought of my reply.

“Nice to meet you, Royce Mattherson. I’m your one hour girl.” I bowed my head to read the watch on his wrist. “Of which, you have forty-five minutes left.”

He chuckled, a soft rumbling sound that had my toes curling. “I hurt your feelings, I see. Grow up, little girl. This world will crush you if you let it. You won’t make it very far if you don’t understand that.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth, maintaining my false smile as he walked me up the hallway to the main part of the party in a ballroom.

“You’ve got a chip on your shoulder a mile wide,” he responded.

“Now who has the hurt feelings? I think you’re more bothered than you want to let on that I didn’t offer my services,” I argued.

“You’re here; I’ve already got your services. I just don’t want what’s between your legs,” he added. I felt his eyes on me.

But I knew what he said was a lie. I could read it in him. I’d bothered him. Stepped on his peace offering, but I hadn’t known how to read him. And, yes, I’d been sort of hurt, sort of bothered that he hadn’t reacted to me the way I’d hoped.

And where did that leave me admitting that?

“Yes you do,” I said, stopping.

He stopped with me. I turned towards him and ran my hand down over his groin area. His cock jumped under my hand. The desire was there, despite his words.

“I know this better than anything, and you do want me.” I trailed my fingertips over his shape. The cloth separated us, but his heat pushed through the cloth as I measured his girth. My pulse quickened. Yes, this is what I knew, what I understood. He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

“You speak your mind, and I can respect that. But let me be perfectly clear, I have never, and will never pay for sex.”

“Is that your problem? And if we’d met in a bar? In a club late at night with the music thumping around us?” I asked.

“Then I’d have fucked you against the nearest surface until you couldn’t stand. And then I’d have walked away,” he answered. He stepped back from me and straightened his clothing before looking over at me with a question in his eyes.

I had no return for that. My body was hot with the idea, and the anonymity of the encounter would have been just what I liked, but something in me hesitated. Would I have liked to be a passerby in this man’s world? I didn’t know, and the lack of answer irritated me. I needed to get away from him, and the questions he brought, fast.

“I’m sure it would have been a fun time,” I answered, no longer interested in the banter. I gripped his arm once more and he walked into the party, his small crooked smile on his face again.

I hated that smile. It meant he won. That he’d bested me. I didn’t want him to win. I didn’t want to fall behind. And it irritated me that I care so much. And yet, as I listened to him talk about his organization, helping with domestic violence and using rescue dogs to help rebuild trust in those who’d learned only pain from their loved ones, there was no doubt he was an intelligent man. He was composed. He was a man that I could have liked. A man that I could have respected if my other side, the pristine side, the perfect side had met him first. Would she have sat and smiled, talked to him? Would she have blushed prettily at his compliments and challenged him with thought provoking conversation? Would he have liked her?

Because right now I was playing the whore, and, for the first time, I felt dirty and wished Ms. Perfect was in attendance.

I hated Royce Mattherson.








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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.



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Sunday, 28 February 2016

BOOK REVIEW: The Great Indian Matrimonial Tamasha by Himika Ganguly


"She looked at her watch for the sixth time and prayed silently for the eighth time. Ten minutes to call it an hour.

Her mother wouldn’t go to sleep happily tonight. Her father would once again get sandwiched in a nasty debate between the two most important women in his life. But then again, such is living.

In the DOTCOM MARRIAGE ERA.

Welcome to the life of Ms Bengal Rani who has set out on one of the most arduous tasks of her life, which is finding a man to marry. Actually happily marry. Now, the most obvious option for her is the booming online shaadi bazaar of our country.

Problem solved? Not really. In fact, it gets more twisted here on.

A day dreamer, Mr Telecom Raja, with a bucket list so bizarre that can be safely named cringe worthy, or a narcissist Aeroplane Mistri who meets every girl with a pre-conceived notion that she is already smitten. These and more are specimens of the prospective bridegrooms who Bengal Rani is encountering. And with raised eyebrows realising a simple fact of life — All men are not from Mars. Some escaped Black Hole and need to be sent back to it. On urgent basis!

Are these the experiences of only one woman? No, for a book like this, a lot of interesting, intelligent and slightly frustrated women need to meet…gossip…and bitch.

Are these experiences 100% ,real? I leave that on you to decide. But then, I rarely lie.

So welcome to my Tamasha — a Pandora ’s Box of extreme encounters!"

BOOK REVIEW:- 
The author has narrated and expressed the tale in form of Bengal Rani.
I like the character of Bengal Rani, that is my favourite character.

There are nine stories ,which tells how often guys & girls often go through the grind.
But there is hope ,Morons exist in our society.
Let aunties , uncles, grand moms ,nephews , niece and all those who are troubling you with unwarranted questions be forgotten.
Dating is not easy in India. Many youngsters in the age group of 25-35 go through all this.

The girl narrated how difficult it was meeting men and their parents. One tiny meeting was supposed to decide her fate. Some of these boys end up seeing 3-4 girls.
I wonder if such marriages face more issues in terms of adjustment and sustainability.

I am sure we are living in the world of technology,we can interact with each other through social networking sites .But beware ,there are many fake profiles floating online ,so you need to take caution.

For anyone who is currently insecure, hasn't meet their idle partner or is going through a breakup or is perhaps just lost and unable to find direction ,then this book is for you. Go & pick this book.
It is funny, hilarious and entertaining.A must read....I would give this book 4.5 out of 5 stars.

BOOK REVIEW: Love Apptually by Pooja Nair


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"Can real love ever blossom amidst a plethora of virtual chat apps and widgets? Can the mechanical swipes and eager clicks on the phone ever substitute the pleasures of a real-life chance encounter? For Aayushi, it all begins with an idle flickering message on her app's inbox, from a guy named Ayaan. This leads to an affair where the two discover a deep attraction for each other. However, Aayushi ends the relationship rather abruptly. Three years later, Aayushi unexpectedly bumps into Ayaan in her Singapore office. His changed behaviour perplexes her and she tries to find out if Ayaan had ever loved her the way she imagined love to be. She ends up uncovering revelations galore, and is finally led to a simple truth. Will this change her romantic notions forever or reaffirm her faith in love? "












BOOK REVIEW:-  
I dont find anything interesting in this novel.

The author fails to entertain the readers,
the bo0k lacks humour and romantic elements
Only the starting chapters are written well, which grabs attention , after that it felt boring like a burden ,so i quit reading it

As it is clear from the blurb, the story revolves around Aayushi and Ayaan. Aayushi and Ayaan meet each other again after many years. Its strange to find .
How many years had it bee since they parted ways?What was their relationship all about really? Were they really in love that time? Why they forgotten even a single moment that they spend with each other?

Then he meet suddenly in the same company in which she was working with...does that mean he was a part of the company as well?

The book lacks something or the other, so i am disappointed by the author. 
I would give this book 3 out of 5 stars. 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:-
Pooja Nair is an ex-film journalist (Indian Express) with a fetish for writing entertainment blogs. Her features and short stories have regularly appeared in magazines such as ScreenIndia, Woman's Era, Unboxed Writers, and a host of other online portals.

Her short stories were published in a book titled "Inner Voices" which was released internationally. Three of her short stories were published in the Chicken Soup series. Two other stories were published in compilations titled "Hope" and "Chaos". She writes regularly for Indian weeklies and eZines

Saturday, 27 February 2016

BOOK REVIEW: Ananya: A Journey Towards Light by Urmila Deshpande


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"Her real parents were dead by the time she was five years old. Her grandfather certified her as cursed. A period of fifteen years has passed, raised by adoptive parents, Ananya became a swan from an ugly duckling.

And then suddenly one day, she finds herself going through a transformation. What follows is a series of mysterious
incidents, a strong force of destiny, propelling her towards the unknown, something that is beyond logic or reasoning.

In this journey towards light, she meets people who introduce her to the loving divine energy and also the dark energy of the devil.
Ananya, an intelligent, logical young girl, finds herself on
the verge of insanity. She cannot understand these mysterious forces. Is the divine pouring her love on her or it is her mind which playing tricks at the behest of the devil?"






BOOK REVIEW: - This is a story of Ananya ,who is the protagonist, the story revolves around her.
The book is divided into sections ,which narrates the story as said by Ananya,

Paulomi - Ananya's best friend
Shobhana - her  Mother , who adopted her 

Anand -  Shobhana's husband ,they both divorsed when Ananya was small and after that Shobhana only raised Ananya

As it is clear from the blurb, Ananya was very small, when a tragic accident happened ,she lost both her parents. She was raised by Shobhana, who was not actually her real Mom, by she respects her a lot.
Parents at times become god for children, so much faith they have in us.

Ananya is Atheist, she dont believe in God. When her friend  Paulomi, called her for Durga Puja ,she initially refused her, but later accepted it for her sake  , there she felt something amazed, At night she cried & saw a dream where she saw a lady ,after crossing the tunnel there is light, she felt a connection  with someone.

Ananya start behaving differently & remain disturbed .She was claimimg to be in contact with dead people, in her dream and was not happy with the situation.Our soul is always in touch with our spirit guide.Anu was very agitated over not being able to connect with her spirit guide.

So they didnt get to know whether Anu is trying to reach someone or someone is trying to reach her. Whether Anu is mentally sick or otherwise.Whether what she is feeling is real or illusion.

Simply A heart-touching tale of a young girl blend with emotions. 
There is suspense as you turn the page.
Very nice read,I will highly recommend it to all my friends.I would rate this book 4.5 out of 5 stars. 

Friday, 26 February 2016

BOOK BLITZ - Enzo by Shyla Colt




Title: Enzo
Series: Jinx Tattoos #1
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 29, 2016



Blurb

*** Enzo is Book One in the Jinx Tattoos Series but is a STAND ALONE novel ***

Neglected, abandoned by a heroin-addicted mother, and placed in foster care at ten, Enzo Jordan has learned one thing…love hurts. At thirty-five, he has a successful tattoo shop and his choice of women. The one-night stands are getting old, and the love he holds for his best friend, Aibhlinn is impossible to hide. When the attraction between them reaches a boiling point, he’s forced to choose between facing his fears and walking away.

Aibhlinn Leahy has been in love with her best friend for years. The Irish-born comic book artist has poured time, energy, and love into the wounded man. His choice to walk away breaks her heart but frees her to explore a new future.

Life is a cruel and amazing thing. An abandoned baby brings the two back together, and they’re forced to examine the love that has long existed between them. This is a story of pain, scars, and fear. We all have demons to battle. The real decision is who’s in control…us or them?








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PAST

If you told him a few years ago, he would go to the Prom and enjoy it, he would’ve laughed. Yet, here he was lounging on the bed watching television in the hotel room he and Aibhlinn had rented. Their friends had started off partying with them before bowing out to retreat to their own rooms or head on home.

She was still dressed in the blush pink gown that hugged her curves, and belled out into a skirt that brushed the floor. He’d ditched his tux jacket, unbuttoned his top buttons and rolled up his sleeves hours ago.

“We really are morbid you know,” Aibhlinn commented.

“Why?”

“Watching Carrie on prom night,” she said.

“Well, no one dumped pig’s blood on you, so I think we’re good.”

“The night’s still young,” she stated dryly.

Enzo laughed and shook his head. “Like I would ever let that happen.” He felt fiercely protective of his best friend. The girl had cracked opened his chest cavity, wormed her way into his heart…brought him kicking and screaming out of the darkness and into the light. She’d done something few people could, gained his trust. He studied her as she beamed.

Her blue-green eyes sparkled and he could see the small flecks of green inherited from her father. Her thick hair tumbled around her slender oval face in insane curls, and she glowed. Her full lips were tempting him. Bare of lipstick they glistened and glimmered a light shade of pink. Suddenly, he wanted to know what that lip-gloss tasted like, what she tasted like.

“Enz?” she said.

“Shhh.” He leaned forward and cupped her face.

She went still, but didn’t move away.

He took it as permission. He pressed their lips together, and his world exploded around him. She tasted like sugar, sweet, and addictive. He couldn’t get enough. He tilted his head for better accent and she gasped. He slipped his tongue into her mouth.

It was akin to sticking his tongue into a light socket full of pleasure endorphins. Energy rushed through him weaving a seductive spell. His pants grew too tight, and his hunger for more flared. She whimpered, and he moaned. The sound of her surrender tasted better than any of the pleasure filled cries he’d wrung from other girls.

His heart raced, and his hand shook slightly as he brushed her hair way from her face. It was baby soft and smelled like flowers. He’d fallen into heaven. He lowered her body to the bed. Pressed chest to chest, their eyes locked and he knew he was in way too deep. I love her. The words jolted him from his lust. He pulled back, breathing hard. “As good as this feels and as amazing as this would be with you, I just can’t. It would ruin what we have and if I ever lost you, I’d lose my mind. You’re the only female I can trust. I need you to stay that. Do you understand? It’s nothing against you, and everything for you. I’m a bastard and I know it. You deserve romance, flowers and a deep commitment. I can’t give you that, babe.”

“Who says it’s what I want,” she said.

Enzo smiled and brushed the stray strands of hair behind her ear. “It’s what every girl wants, whether they realize it or not. Trust me, I’m older and wiser.”

“Oh fuck you and your six months,” she said with a shaky laugh.


Her eyes looked glossy and he knew if he saw a mirror, his would be the same. If he’d been a better person, someone capable of love the way she deserved, he would’ve continued. He cursed the bitch of mother and the way she’d twisted his dark soul. She broke something inside him, he would never be able to fix. He rested his forehead against hers, and tightened his hold, knowing he would never again get to experience this level of intimacy with the one woman he loved as much as he was able to.





Author Bio

Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She's always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration.

After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household.

She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.



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RELEASE BLITZ - Burn by Sloan Storm




Title: Burn
Series: Fastlane #3
Author: Sloan Storm
Genre: Romance
 Release Date: February 26, 2016



Blurb

Chance Vix -- what kind of maniac rips down a straightaway at more than two hundred miles an hour on a motorcycle which, oh by the way, costs more than a mansion?

What kind of brute crushes all challengers, decimates rivals and has owned the crown of one of the world's most deadly sports for years? What kind of stud leaves women everywhere desperate for his attention, willing to do almost anything to try and tame him?

I'll tell you what kind. The most mouth-watering, heart-stopping, daredevil of a head-to-toe hunk I'd ever laid eyes on in my life - that's what kind.

And me? Well, let's just say good girls from Indiana don't wind up with guys like Chance Vix. Ever. No. Nope, never happens.

Unlike Chance, I'd taken the slowlane through life, playing it safe the entire time. And what had it gotten me? An end to a five-year relationship with my accountant boyfriend slash wanna-be rocker who spent more time playing gigs than sleeping with me.

When an unplanned trip to an exotic locale, far removed from midwest gloom, brought Chance and me together, I had no idea how much my life would change.

Could I hold on? Was I crazy to even try?






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Sloan Storm is a verbally difficult, yet physically generous, writer who pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them.

As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story. The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.

After all, what else is there in life?


When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of ways:



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