Friday, November 8, 2013

*****Rapture by Lexi Buchanan*****

MB 02 - Rapture  

Synopsis

Sebastian has never in his thirty-four years had such a strong attraction to a woman. Oh, he’s felt instant lust before, more times that he cares to remember, but there’s something about Carla that’s different and he finds it difficult to get her out of his head, which is where she needs to be considering she’s dating his brother. Carla has been pretending to date Ramon for a while now to keep a violent ex of hers away and to keep Ramon’s family off his back. They’ve been friends for a couple of years, so it was only natural that they’d help each other out, except she hasn’t bargained on falling for Ramon’s brother, Sebastian. Also catch up with the McKenzie family as they welcome the twins to the family. Each book has a HEA 'Happily Ever After'

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Extract

Carla's POV

What the hell has gotten into Sebastian? He practically dragged me out of Lily’s room and now he’s dragging me down the hallway as though there’s a fire. He looks through the window to a room. “In here,” he says, pushing the door open before pulling me inside and out of view of the window. “Sebasti–” He slams his mouth to mine and pushes me up against the wall, grabbing my thighs he hoists me up so I wrap my legs around him coming into contact with his huge swollen cock, making my eyes open wide. I had no idea he was so aroused. I shove my fingers into his hair, holding his mouth to me. The things he does with his tongue has me wet and aching. “I need you babe.” He lets my feet hit the floor, unzips me, shoving my jeans and thong down my legs before releasing his cock, which is already wet at the tip. I can’t take my eyes off him as he jerks with arousal and takes hold of himself, pulling back to the root of him and holding there. “Carla,” he says between gritted teeth, “I’m going to come the minute I get inside you.” That’s the only warning I get. He spins me around. I place my hands on the wall as he pulls my hips towards him before thrusting inside me. He feels so good, filling me up, which sets off little electric shocks along my channel. Letting go of my hips, he wraps me up in his arms and slides his hands up inside my top, shoving my bra above my breasts and starts massaging and pinching my nipples. “Hmm,” I moan resting my head on his shoulder behind me. My breath catches as he pulls most of the way out of me, leaving just the tip inside. “I’m going to fuck your cunt now.” Oh God! He starts pumping his hips in and out of me. One hand stays on my nipple while the other moves to my clit. The minute he touches me between my legs, he pinches my nipple and I explode. Seeing stars, I can’t stop climaxing. My channel grips Sebastian’s cock. My muscles rippling up and down the length of him. Cursing, he pulls out shoving his fingers inside me to ride out my orgasm. I feel his other hand take hold of his cock, which is pressed against my ass before turning my head and watching him ejaculate on the floor. Unable to catch my breath, I stay resting against the wall as he removes his fingers from inside me. I hear Sebastian putting himself back together before he bends and pulls my thong and jeans back up then he turns me around to fasten them. He kisses my lips, pulling me back into his arms. “God, did I need you…but shit, it would have been too messy if I came inside you here.” “I know.” I love him coming inside me. It makes me feel even more connected to him than just having his dick inside me. “You like my words, baby?” he whispers into my ear, rubbing my ass and pushing me against him. “You can’t be ready to go again?” “I’m always ready with you, and answer the question,” he chuckles. Why I blush when he uses those naughty words, I don’t know, but I do and now I probably look like a tomato. “You’re not saying anything, but I’ll let you off the hook for now because I know you find them as hot as I do when I use them and I bet if I touch your pussy it will be wet and not just from the orgasm you’ve just had.” Breaking away from him, I smack his arm. “Stop embarrassing me.” I try to leave the room, but he catches me around the waist. “I’ll be using those words again the next time I’m buried deep inside you,” he whispers in my ear. “Your little cunt will tell me how much dirty talk turns you on.” My body feels alive again. He’s just brought me to orgasm, and I already need him again. His words do turn me on, although I’m not used to hearing them when referring to my body parts. Oh, I’ve seen them in enough books that I’ve read, in fact Bared to You comes to mind, but God, Sebastian is right. Hearing those words turns me on something wicked. He moves to stand in front of me and smirks when he sees the lust I’m struggling to hide on my face. If we weren’t in an unlocked hospital room, I’d be on him again. “C’mon, before Mom comes looking for us. I promise to behave in public from now on,” he smirks. Opening the door for me, we walk out straight into Michael and Lucien. “Where have you two been?” Lucien pauses, looks between the two of us, and then continues, “Then again never mind. Carla you go back into Lily’s room, while we interrogate Sebastian and don’t worry we’re going to sit right over there by the door.” Lucien points.

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About the Author

I was born in Bolton, Lancashire within the United Kingdom, where I lived, and worked at the University of Bolton, until I moved to Ireland with my husband, four kids and pack of animals. We are now settled in a lovely town, in County Cavan. The kids love their schools, once they get there that is. My eldest daughter, is on the Irish Junior Archery Team, and spends her time training. At least she does when her dad can get her off her ipad, reading or listening to music. My kindle is loaded with too many books to mention, as I absolutely love to read when I have the chance. My all time high would be to stand at the foot of Mount Everest in the Himalayas. Website - http:// www.lexibuchanan.com Email - authorlexibuchanan@gmail.com Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lexi-Buchanan- Author/420883994640708?ref=hl Twitter - @AuthorLexi Embeded a Rafflecopter giveaway

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

*****For Love or Treasure by Cali MacKay*****


Book Synopsis:

Lucy’s been scouring through her ancestor’s journal in the hope of finding the long lost pirate treasure of Mermaid Isle. But when a sexy stranger walks into her bookstore looking like the very pirates she’s been reading about, she can’t ignore their immediate attraction and soon finds herself throwing caution to the wind and falling for Niall. 

Niall’s one goal is to find the treasure his ancestors buried, but he only has one half of the puzzle and he’s convinced that Lucy Nordson holds the other half. If he had to charm someone, then he could do a hell of a lot worse than the gorgeous and talented redhead, but he soon finds himself torn when his hunt for the treasure and the lies he’s told to find it, get in the way of what his heart truly wants. 

With the stakes high and their deceptions getting in the way, can they find the treasure and true love or will they risk it all in the end? 

*This is the second book in the Mermaid Isle Romance Series, though it can stand alone and is a complete novel that does not end on a cliff hanger. Due to the adult content, this is NOT for readers under 18 years of age and contains a dominant alpha male that may not be to everyone's tastes.*

For Love or Treasure 
A Mermaid Isle Romance 
By Cali MacKay (Sample)

Chapter One 

Lucy Nordson seldom worked with the original leather-bound diary she’d inherited, knowing the ancient gold gilt pages were too fragile to handle, and fully aware that the secrets held there might someday uncover the find of a lifetime. Chances were slim that she’d ever discover the long-lost pirate treasure of Mermaid Isle, and yet she had to believe she’d one day piece together enough of the clues to find the stash her pirate ancestor had buried hundreds of years earlier. 
Hundreds of years…and yet the Delphine’s treasure still remained elusive. A few pieces would occasionally turn up—the odd coin usually—but nothing more substantial. Just enough to keep the legend going. 
Setting aside her notebook and working copy of her ancestor’s diary, she slid away from her desk behind the old and battered wood counter of her shop and went to get herself a cup of coffee. Her giant pup spared her a glance, but was too lazy to bother following her without the guarantee of food. Come summer, Mermaid Isle would be hopping with tourists, but it was only April and this was Maine. The weather was still too cold and unpredictable to get too many visitors, and so it was just her and Watson for now. 
The Book Nook Café stayed open year round—for the most part. It gave the locals a place to hang out, pick up a new read, and get their caffeine buzz going, though Lucy knew 
better than to expect many customers past her morning regulars. And truth be told, that was fine by her. The summer months were crazy and she liked her down time, since it afforded her the opportunity to take care of her other interests—like the Delphine’s treasure. 
Lucy shuffled off in her shearling boots, mentally contemplating which coffee concoction she’d have. That was the other good thing about the slower winter months—she got to experiment with the selection of coffee and baked goods she offered in the café portion of her book store. 
After mentally going through the recipes she’d been working on for her new coffee flavorings, she decided on a macchiato laced with a mixture of sea salt caramel and then a second syrup of burnt sugar and Irish whiskey that she still wasn’t sure would make it into her lineup. 
The smell of fresh coffee filled the air as her espresso machine hissed and spit, making it sound like it was possessed by some demon. She topped her coffee with a generous amount of hot frothy milk, and then drizzled the luscious brew with the syrups she’d chosen. 
Mug in hand, she wandered back to her notes, circumventing the hundred and thirty pounds of black lab and Dane mix, and got back to work on her treasure hunt. If nothing else, it gave her something else to do during the slow winter months. 
She’d managed to track down mention of the Delphine’s treasure prior to her ancestor getting his hands on it, but it had been an elusive prize even back then. Her ancestor, Bjorn Eirikson, had been a notorious pirate in his time, but his fierce rival Ronan Campbell also had his eye on the treasure. That had been sometime in the seventeen hundreds, from what she could tell. 
She took a long sip of her coffee and checked the time. In another half an hour, her best friend, Riley, would be stopping by with an armful of wedding magazines to discuss her 
upcoming nuptials to Thorsen. Lucy couldn’t be happier for her, though it did leave her wondering if she’d ever find that special someone. She hadn’t had the best of luck with men, usually falling for guys who seemed sweet at first, and then turned out to be jerks. It’s not that she was in any rush, but she was sliding towards thirty and it’d be nice to have someone in her life who didn’t drool and shed. 
"Not that I’d be replacing you." She reached down and gave his big cow head a scratch, the dog far too used to her ramblings by now. Well, who else was she going to talk to? 
The bell on her door rang out with a delicate tinkle, pulling her from her thoughts and announcing the arrival of a customer. She tucked her notebook and journal aside before looking up, half thinking Riley had shown up early. 
But that sure as hell wasn’t Riley, and she nearly pinched herself to make sure that she hadn’t just conjured up the man—the pirate—gracing her doorway. It was as if he’d jumped off the pages of her journal. 
He had thick, dark hair just long enough to make her think he’d once worn it long, broad muscular shoulders, eyes the color of sapphires, scruffy stubble on a strong jawline, and a couple of small silver hoops through each ear. Add to that a broken-in leather jacket the color of bittersweet chocolate, worn jeans, and some rugged biker boots, and the image of a modern-day pirate was complete. 
Oh...my... 
She got to her feet and found they were a bit wobblier than she’d last remembered them, making her debate whether or not she should attempt to walk out from behind the counter. He was definitely not a local and he sure as hell hadn’t been on the island long. Because Lucy knew 
all the locals, and if he’d been in town more than twenty-four hours, he’d have had the gossip mill buzzing. A man like the one standing before her did not go unnoticed. 
And then he smiled at her. Not just any smile, but the kind that unleashed a gaggle of butterflies in her stomach and forced her to grab at the counter to keep from melting into a puddle of want and need. 
Because, damn…there was no way any hot-blooded woman could not want him. 
How she managed to find her voice, she hadn't a clue. And it even sounded somewhat normal, albeit breathy. "Welcome to the Book Nook. Let me know if I can help in any way." 
In. Any. Way. 
And then his smile kicked up another notch and his eyes locked on hers, sparkling like the summer sun hitting the ocean waves. "I appreciate the offer, lass." 
Lass? Who said lass anymore? And oh…was that an accent of some sort? Damn if the man wasn’t going to have her swooning like some damsel. And she was so not the damsel type—normally. But hey, if he was the one catching her, then she was happy to swoon away. 
"I don’t suppose you’d have any books on the history of the island?" The accent wasn’t anything full-blown, just enough to have you wondering if you’d actually heard it. Almost as if he’d grown up on this side of the pond, but his parents were originally from some distant land. 
"Sure." She took a tentative step to make sure her legs would support her and then wandered over to his side of the counter, ignoring the oh please look her mutt was giving her. "Are you looking for more current books that have been written on the island or older, out-of-print books?" 
"I suppose a bit of both." He followed behind her as she moved through the bookstore, his long legs allowing him to easily keep up with her, making him appear to casually amble as if he hadn’t a care in the world. 
The building had once been an old mercantile and many of the details, like the old pine plank flooring with its hand-forged nails, the rough-hewn wood beams and best of all, the large stone fireplace, remained intact. It was also large enough to comfortably house her bookstore and the café. 
"Over here is the section with the more recently published books on the island. You’ll see that they’re then organized further by subject. The older, out-of-print books are on the shelves in the café area but they’re mixed in with newer second-hand stock." She walked around the corner, circumventing the plush armchairs and sofas to find the bookcase she wanted. "Here’s the section you’re looking for, though the selection is somewhat limited." 
"I appreciate the help." He turned to face her, and suddenly it seemed like the distance between them had evaporated and he was standing awfully close. Close enough for her to see that his blue eyes held flecks of gold in them. His smile kicked up on one side, making her think he knew exactly the sort of effect he was having on her. And then he ran a gentle thumb over the corner of her lips as his fingers nearly cupped her cheek. "You have a little something here." 
Her tongue darted out to lick where his touch had just been, and his smile went sultry. "Caramel. And sea salt. Whiskey too." She was rambling. His touch had fried her brain. 
And then he brought his thumb to his lips and half bit, half licked off what he’d wiped from her lips. "So it is. Pretty damn tasty." 
By the gods, she nearly had a coronary then and there. Her heart was racing and her thundering pulse was deafening in her head, though it was nothing compared to the echo she felt in the girly bits between her legs. 
Heat had her cheeks roasting, and she knew that her cursedly pale skin must be redder than a baboon’s ass in winter. She took a step back and tried to focus on something other than how long it had been since she’d last had a man’s hands on her. "I’ll…um…be at my desk. Holler if you need anything." 
"Anything…?" His gaze danced over her face and then her body, before settling back on her eyes. And the way he said that word, with all its implied meaning and innuendo…Crap. He could be reciting the frigging dictionary and it would have her getting hot and bothered. "I don’t think I caught your name. I’m Niall." 
He put out his hand and she took it, trying to ignore the zing of electricity that seemed to come from his mere touch. And his hands…bloody hell, his hands were big and just a little rough, and they looked capable—capable of oh so much. 
"Lucy." Sole proprietor of the Book Nook Café and having very, very indecent thoughts about her new customer. "Will you be staying on Mermaid Isle for any length of time or are you just passing through? I could"—drag you off to my bed—"try to locate any books you need if we don’t have them in stock." 
"I really like what I’ve seen of the island so far, so I might stay for a wee bit." The way he said it and the way he looked at her with that intense, sultry gaze made her think that he might not be talking about the island alone. "Might look into renting a place for a month. Maybe two. I noticed there’s a carriage house in the rear of the shop. Don’t suppose that’d be available? I like how central it is to town." 
"Sorry. That’s actually my place. Makes it an easy commute in the winter, especially when I have to get up early to bake. But I could ask around. There are plenty of homes that are used only as summer residences." Lucy tried not to think of the trouble she could get into if this man was wandering about the island for the next few months. And just like that, she felt another flush of heat bloom across her cheeks. 
"I’d appreciate the help. I don’t know anyone on the island—except for you, now." 
The door chimed once more, and she decided she best make her escape before she tackled the poor man onto the sofa, or blushed any worse than she already had. "Gotta get that." 
"I know where to find you if I need help with anything." He stuck his hands in the pockets of his worn, and yet oh so perfectly fitting jeans, and gave her a parting smile that nearly had her walking into a bookcase. 
She made a quick recovery, hoping he didn’t notice and yet sure he had, before turning the corner to find Riley in the front of the store. Knowing her hunky pirate couldn’t see her from where she’d left him, she grabbed Riley’s arm, nearly dislodging the stack of magazines Riley was holding against her chest, and dragged her friend to the back room of the store. 
"Okay…what was that about, crazy woman?" Riley laughed and put the magazines on a nearby table, before bending down to pet Watson. Since Riley was one of his favorite humans, he’d actually gotten up off the floor and was now wagging his tail hard enough to take out small buildings in its path. 
"Words fail me." Lucy nearly picked up a magazine to start fanning herself. "Looks like we might have a new visitor to the island and he is…oh so very nice." 
"Ah! Nice, huh?" Riley let out a laugh and poked her head out past the doorway. "Is he still here? I might just have to check out this nice guy for myself." 
"He’s in the café." And then it occurred to her that Riley might be able to cut Niall a deal on one of her cottages up at the Siren Song Inn. "Actually, he’s looking for a place to stay for a month or two. Given that it’s the off-season, I don’t suppose you have any deals going?" 
"Sure. Most of the rooms and cottages stay empty this time of year anyway, so I’d be happy to." Riley then bumped her shoulder with hers and gave her a teasing smile. "Not to mention, it might do you some good to have a handsome distraction around before things get crazy for the summer." 
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, cupcake, but it’s clear your mind’s in the gutter on account of all that sex you’ve been having with that big ole Viking of yours." Not that Riley was fooling anyone. They’d been the best of friends for close to a decade, and they knew each other like they were twins. "That said, I may as well introduce you while he’s still here." 
"To have you, of all people, reacting like this?" Riley’s eyebrows perked up with amusement. "I cannot wait to meet him." 
"Come on then." Lucy just shook her head with a smile and led the way. They found him in the far corner of the café, squatting in front of one of the bookshelves, his back to them. 
Niall must have heard them coming, because he turned in their direction and stood, a smile dancing on his lips. Riley threw her a sideways glance, her eyes discreetly wide with excitement—and that could only mean Riley would be grilling her later. 
"Niall, this is my friend, Riley. She might be able to help you with those room accommodations." Lucy took a step back, so they could conduct their business. "I’ll leave you guys to it." 
Grabbing the stack of bridal magazines, Lucy got settled in at her desk and polished off the rest of her coffee before it went completely cold. Each of the magazines bristled with colored 
sticky notes, no doubt color-coded. She flipped through the pages, making note of the gowns Riley seemed to like. Nothing over the top, especially since she’d be getting married outdoors by the ocean cliffs near the inn. Mostly elegant A-lines or flowing sheaths with just enough detail to make them special. Riley would be gorgeous—not that she needed a wedding gown for that. 
Best of all, the bridesmaid dresses were no less elegant. She might not have many opportunities to wear the dress again, but at least she’d look great on the big day. 
She could hear them coming, Niall’s voice deep and rich, whereas Riley’s was light and carrying a tone of humor. Lucy could tell that her friend hadn’t been fully immune to the man’s charms. Not that she could blame her. The man oozed the sort of charm and charisma that people were drawn to despite themselves. 
Riley tapped the counter. "I’m going to run. If you have a chance to go through those magazines, just mark the sticky notes of the dresses you like." She then turned back to Niall. "I’ll let the front desk at the Siren know the details of our arrangement. It’s been a pleasure." 
With Riley gone, the butterflies took up residence in her stomach again. "Looks like you found a few books." 
"Also found a place to stay, and for that I need to thank you." Niall put his books on the counter and then leaned against it, closing the distance between them, when Watson finally decided to get up and check out the competition. "Now there’s a big fella. What’s his name?" Niall let Watson have a sniff before giving him a good scratch behind the ears. 
"It’s Watson—the loyal companion. Great dog, though he’d probably roll over to have his belly rubbed at the first sight of a burglar." Unless she was in danger. Then he’d tear them limb from limb. Watson had been a rescue, and Lucy truly believed he appreciated getting a second chance. 
Niall continued to lavish attention on the hairy beast until the dog plopped himself down at the man’s feet, and Niall turned back to her with those bright blue eyes. "Don’t suppose I can take you out to dinner? I owe you big time for helping me get my new digs." 
And pass up going out with her modern-day pirate? Not a chance. "A girl’s gotta eat. Should we say seven?" 
He tugged on one of her red curls and watched it spring back. "Sounds perfect." 

Chapter Two 

Niall pulled his bags out of his old Rover and quickly unpacked, before taking a good look at his new—albeit temporary—home. It was a hell of a lot nicer than most of the places he usually stayed in, and there’d be no chance he could have afforded the place if it wasn’t off-season. Maybe for a week or two, but certainly not for a couple of months. 
There was still a bitter chill in the April air, but Niall now had a nice stone fireplace at his disposal and he had every intention of putting it to good use. He built himself a small enough fire that it’d be out in time for him to go to dinner with Lucy, and then grabbed himself a beer and his pack. Settling in on the long sofa in front of the fire, he pulled out his materials and got to work, doing his best to tamp down his excitement. 
He’d been looking for the Delphine his entire life, just like his father and grandfather before him. And though he knew he’d never been closer to it than he was now, he also knew how elusive hidden treasures could be. His ancestor, Ronan Campbell, was said to have been a clever man and he no doubt used it to his advantage when it came time to stash his treasure and keep it safe. 
He was betting that Ronan and his feisty lass, Molly, had ended up right here on Mermaid Isle. He damn well hoped so, at any rate. With them had been Bjorn Eirikson, another notorious pirate and Ronan’s fierce rival, not only for the spoils and open seas, but for Molly as well. 
And yet they’d set aside their animosity for the Delphine’s treasure and for Molly, whom they both were in love with. 
He knew that wherever there was an island, there were also rumors of pirate treasure, but the latest clues he’d uncovered pointed to Mermaid Isle—and one Lucy Nordson, descendant of Bjorn and already living on the island in question. 
It had taken him awhile to decipher Ronan’s logbook, the leather-bound pages filled with cryptic messages. Add to it the additional headache of it being written in eighteenth-century Gaelic, and it was no wonder that the treasure remained hidden. But there was more. The location was marked on an encrypted map, but that was only one piece to the puzzle. The other piece was a pendant Ronan had specially made. A pendant with a mermaid engraved on the back of it. It could be just a decorative touch, or it could be pointing to Mermaid Isle. 
When the two pirates parted ways, Ronan had the pendant and the girl, and Bjorn had the map. Now all he needed to do was figure out if Lucy had the map in her possession. 
Because the pendant? That was already dangling from around his neck. 

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Book Synopsis:

Riley Carter’s never found anyone who could live up to her first love, Thorsen Black. So imagine her surprise when, twelve years later, he shows up at the unique and quirky inn she manages on Mermaid Isle, off the coast of Maine. The sweet, gangly teen has matured into a sexy and handsome man, leaving her heart desperate to pick up where they left off. 

It’s impossible for her to ignore the way her body instantly reacts to his touch and he's just the distraction she needs when she finds out the owners of the Siren Song Inn are selling it to Holt Enterprises. Holt only has eyes on the bottom line and Riley knows they’ll strip the inn of everything that makes it special, ruining not only the Siren, but devastating the island economy. 

While fighting to save her beloved inn, Riley falls in love with Thorsen all over again. But when she’s faced with the real reason Thorsen’s on the island and his unbearable betrayal, will she be able to save the inn and her chance at true happiness?

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Cali MacKay lives in New England with her husband, two girls and their crazy mutt. When not tapping away on her laptop and getting her characters into trouble, she can be found designing book covers for other authors, wrangling her girls, and splicing DNA.

She's also a decent potter, adventurous cook, and horrible gardener.

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Sunday, November 3, 2013

*****Blog Tour Stop for Second Nature by D. L. Roan Review by PJ*****


Second Nature
by D. L. Roan
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Synopsis:

Former operative, Grant Kendal, has spent his life hunting the shadows of evil. He can feel it changing him; twisting him into the very thing he despises. A mindless killer.

Thalia Brezlin is a marked woman, hell-bent on revenge. She is haunted by the nightmares of her past. A past that lies in wait to destroy her. When she washes ashore Grant’s desolate island of exile, beaten, stabbed and clinging to life, their worlds collide.

Follow them across Africa, Madagascar and India into the underworld of human trafficking. Where innocence isn't lost. It’s stolen.

Passion will rage, rules will be broken, lives will be shattered and the truth will be revealed. Survival is Second Nature.


WARNING: Second Nature is a contemporary erotic romance and contains explicit sexual content, adult language and graphic violence. Recommended for the adult reader only. While Grant’s story can certainly be enjoyed on its own, the author recommends becoming better acquainted with him and his journey by experiencing his debut in Second Chances (When Seconds Count, #1)

My Review:

I was so excited to read this book.  It was one of the few books that I have followed the teasers on.  Not that I don't read teasers from other books, but I don't follow many of them.  To teasers are like movie trailers and often will highlight the best parts and leave you saying "What the hell?" at the end of it all. So I'll read a teaser, but usually that is about it. A teaser. This one however, I read them all an longed to read the book.  Time passed far far too slowly. Ha!



So the book follows "Grant Kendall" (there is a reason for the quotation marks ha!) as he heads for retirement from his career as a 'mindless killer'.  After his last favor to his friend, he decided that the person he has become needs to be far away from anyone.  He was set on a life of exile until Winston finds a woman washed up on the shore of his island.

Thalia is a woman who has seen the evil in the world and one of the few that has lived to talk about it.  She survived more than you can imagine and even more than she can remember.  She has one goal and knows the results of pursuing this goal, but pursues it nonetheless. It was the last thing she promised her uncle and as far as she's concerned it will be the last thing she did.



I had a hard time putting this book down when I had to.  This book is an addictive read and snags you right out of the gate.  Now it is not an essential part to do, but you should probably read Second Chances before reading this book.  Not only to get a better understanding of Grant and who he is, but also because many of the characters from that book appear in this book at one stage or another.  For my review of Second Chances please click here.

The rollercoaster that these two are sent on throughout this book will pull at you and you wonder what will happen with them as time drags on.  Now this book had heat to it as well.  No not just heat...its more than that...Not as volcanic as Second Chances, but still burn worthy all the same.  (I have a feeling that burning you to your core is exactly what D. L. Roan has in mind the minute she sits behind her computer ha!)



I can't even begin to tell you (in fear of giving too much away) how on the edge of your seat you will be reading this.  Hell there are several points where I felt I couldn't even breath.  Grant will break your freaking heart for him and because of him.  Thalia your heart is already broken for, but you spend the book trying to glue it together, but keeping those small pieces together is tough...so it seems you spend your time picking up the pieces and watching them fall.  Not in a bad way, but a sad you want to see her happy kind of way.

Both of them deserve to be happy, but for them...neither of them feel they deserve it at all. It is gut wrenching and adrenaline spiking read.  

To D. L. Roan:  Wow, I can't really even think of words to tell you about this one.  You made me feel I was so much part of this when that one specific part in the book where she's being 'hunted' in the wilderness...I jumped, screamed and dropped my Kindle.  You are freaking fantastic and I wish you all the success you are surely to have.  You deserve it all as it comes with writing like this.  So I'm addicted.  I can't wait for more!  Get writing! Ha!



You HAVE to read this books...Seriously! What are you waiting for?  Its the 15th right?!  Go get the book! 



Friday, November 1, 2013

Christmas is RIGHT around the corner...Time for a giveaway!! :)

It's that time of year y'all!!!

Enter to win the Holiday Giveaway hosted by Momma's Secret Book Obsession, HEA Book Shelf, and Tabby's Tantalizing Reviews.  It is MASSIVE!!!!!






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