Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Deadline by Jennifer Blackstream



"The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend."





Deadline
(Blood Trails Series, Bk 1)
By Jennifer Blackstream

Blurb: 

As a witch with a dark past, Shade Renard knows the Otherworld isn’t always successful at policing itself. Humans don’t believe in magic anymore, and their ignorance renders them easy prey. So when an FBI contact hires her to consult on a possible haunting in a missing persons case, Shade seizes the opportunity to see justice done.

Her case takes an unexpected turn when an undead crime lord shows up on her doorstep. A bold thief stole the vampire’s little black book of secrets—and he’ll pay a lot more than an FBI consulting fee to get it back. To collect, Shade will have to confront a rogue sorceress, a vengeful wizard, and a lethally seductive fey, with only her wits, her growing magic, and a sarcastic pixie familiar.

Success means bringing a killer to justice and taking the first step to redemption. Failure means a war between humans and the Otherworld.

No pressure.



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Excerpt


“Didn’t you say you weren’t drinking soda anymore?”
I popped the top on the can of Coke and took a defiant swig, more than a little satisfied at the squeak of dismay that came from my judgmental familiar as she wavered on her perch atop my head. “I earned this. I killed a eurypterid before breakfast. Two eurypterids. And I almost died. Not to mention, Mrs. Harvesty kept me on the phone for ten minutes talking about that cat.
“I hate cats.” Peasblossom clung to my head like a living barrette. “Nasty beasties, always try to eat me like I’m a flying snack. Barbaric.”
“I love cats. I just don’t want to drop everything because Mrs. Harvesty claims her furry little child is having an emotional crisis.”
“Emotional crisis?”
“The kitten is refusing to come out of his mummy’s boot.” I held a sip of Coke in my mouth for a moment as if I were sampling fine wine.
Peasblossom snickered. “Puss in Boots.”
I snorted, then swore as carbonated soda shot up my nose, burning like fire. Peasblossom careened off my head in a fit of mad giggles as I ran to the stove and the faded blue hand towel hanging there.
“Blood and bones, that burns,” I wheezed, squeezing my eyes shut as I pressed the towel to my nose.
More laughter made me open my eyes in time to watch Peasblossom fly in a semi-drunken bobbing path to land on the counter beside the stove. Tears of mirth glittered in her pink eyes, matching the iridescent sparkles on her insect-like wings. “Serves you right for drinking a second soda.
I glared at her for a few minutes as I waited for the burning to stop. When I’d recovered, I replaced the wet towel with a clean one and deposited the soda-and-snot-spotted cloth in the hamper. “If you’re quite finished, perhaps you could run me through today’s to-do list? I want to make sure I didn’t forget anything.”
Still giggling, Peasblossom flew to the large desk in the dining room and picked up a sheet of notebook paper tucked beside the laptop. “Settle dispute between the hamadryads over who’s the eldest,” she read.
“Done. Once they realized the only way to age a tree is to lop off a piece of it, they were happy to call it a draw.”
“Find out if a goblin ate the Roberts’ dog.”
“No. Sgt. Pepper was hiding under the neighbor’s house again. Mrs. Barns just didn’t want to admit it because she didn’t want to hear Mr. Roberts accuse her of trying to steal his dog for the tenth time. Sgt. Pepper went home when he got hungry.”
Peasblossom peered at me over the top of the list. “Find an office.”
I took a long swig of the soda, avoiding eye contact. “Move it to tomorrow.”
“Again,” Peasblossom said under her breath. She put the paper down and hefted a miniature pen she’d taken from a child’s art kit. Sticking out her tongue in concentration, she made a notation on the to-do list.
Aluminum groaned as I tightened my grip. “I will do it.
“Of course you will. Because you’re going to be a real detective.”
“Private investigator. And yes, I am.”
“Mother Hazel won’t like it.”
I clenched my teeth. No, my mentor wouldn’t like it. I could hear her voice now, telling me to leave the battling to the wizards—witches had more important things to do.
Like play psychiatrist to a cat.
I strode over to the desk, put the can of soda down with a determined thunk, then snatched up a stack of Post-its and a black fine-point marker. Peasblossom watched as I scrawled, “Find an office today,” and underlined today three times. I stuck the reminder to the frame of my computer screen.
“You used a hot-pink Post-it. You must be serious now.”
I ignored her sarcasm. I would find an office tomorrow. It was time.


About The Author

USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Blackstream is…odd. Putting aside the fact that she writes her own author bio in third person, she also sleeps with a stuffed My Little Pony that her grandmother bought her as a joke for her 23rd birthday, and she enjoys listening to Fraggle Rock soundtracks whether or not her children are in the car.

Jennifer doesn’t have spare time, but she makes it a point to spend at least one night a week with her sibling binge-watching whatever show they’re currently plowing through (currently Numbers on Netflix), and she ferociously guards quality time with her son and daughter. She cooks when she has the sanity for it—adding garlic to the recipe whether it calls for it or not—and tries very hard not to let her arachnophobia keep her out of her basement on laundry day.

Jennifer’s influences include Terry Pratchett (for wit), Laurell K. Hamilton (for sexual tension), Jim Butcher (for roguish flair), and Kim Harrison (for mythos). She is currently writing the series of her heart and her dreams, the series that has been percolating in her brain for the last decade…Blood Trails. An Urban Fantasy Mystery series that will combine the classic whodunit spirit with a contemporary fantasy setting. Expect mystery, magic, and mayhem, with characters that will make you laugh, cry, and probably stare at the screen with your jaw hanging down to the floor. Well, that’s how they affect Jennifer anyway…


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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Audiobook Review: The Secret Life of Cooper Bennett by Golden Czermak

The Secret Life of Cooper Bennett
by Golden Czermak 
Narrated by Wen Ross & Kai Kennicott

Blurb:

COOPER BENNETT is a high school senior living a hard and abusive life in the sleepy town of Goodman, GA.

One night, a monstrous burden is thrust upon him with the potential to unlock the better life he’s always wanted; one filled with love from the girl of his dreams and strengthened childhood friendships.

However, the effects of his actions do not go unnoticed.

Grayson Manning and his athletic son Liam see things far differently, doing everything in their power to send all Cooper has affected into ruin before he and the dangerous Lance Goddard manage to do the same to them.



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Viviana's Review:
This is the first book by Golden Czermak I've 'read'/listened to. When I first learned of this book I was intrigued as the cover caught my attention. Then when I learned Wen Ross would be narrating the audiobook, I added it to my "TBL" (i.e. to be listened) list.

THE SECRET LIFE OF COOPER BENNETT begins at a slow pace and continues with that pace as the story develops and we learn more about the characters and events. I was fine with the pace but had major issues keeping track during the first half of the book due to the jumping of dates between past events and present day. The characters also provide their backstories/memories via flashbacks and dates are also use. This also makes it hard to follow a tad as well since you're trying to piece in where exactly things fit into the story. Eventually towards the end of the story, the posting of the dates becomes less of an issue, but its more because the events are occurring in order.

There is a large cast of characters and many play an important role at one point or another, however keeping track of them with the date jumping.

The story begins with Cooper and his best friend Billy both being 18 years old and seniors in high school. As the story progress, Cooper turns 19 yrs old. There are many instances where they come across younger than the age we are told they are. There are also a few instances where some of their actions or thoughts went against their characters (from what we've read). This could easily be a YA with the exception of one scene.

The story has intrigue and its interesting how things turn out.

Narrator's Review: 
Wen does a great job with all the numerous male characters, giving them each their own tones and voices. This is great because of the vast number of male characters which allows the reader to follow along easier. This is performed in duet and Kai does a great job as well, those there are less female characters in the story.


Overall, this is an interesting story in which the ending leaves it open for additional books. There are some twists and though it may be hard to follow at first because of the back and forth in time, I'm glad I picked this up and look forward to the next book.






Rating: 2.5 Stars - it was okay




Disclaimer:
I received a complimentary copy of this book from the narrators in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Excerpt & Giveaway: Bleu Balls by Tara Lain



Identical twins. Unique love stories. 



Bleu Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series #7)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
Double trouble. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents—both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.

But when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece—or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.



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Excerpt


He uncovered the paints he’d left on his huge palette. Plastic kept them wet so they could be used a second day.
Funny how he hadn’t minded pretending to be Bobby all that much. The world looked different when people expected him to be nice.
Clearing his mind, he faced the wall and began to paint.
A second later—maybe more like an hour—the scaffold began to shake. Okay, get ready to be your brother.
Paolo’s perfect face popped over the top, and he gave Robin a half smile that reminded him of himself. Robin plastered on the huge, pearly Bobby face. “Hiiiii!”
Paolo swung himself up and gazed at the wall. “Man, you made some progress. But you covered over some of the light parts. Decide against them?”
Robin planted a hand on his hip. “Yes, I didn’t think it deserved to be too sunny.”
“I like this better.”
“You would.” He arched a brow, and Paolo snorted a laugh.
“So did you get the pieces mailed?” Paolo kept staring at the canvas.
What the hell? “Uh, yes.”
Those piercing eyes stared at Robin. “Was Robin there when you went in?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, he was.”
“So he went to the post office?”
“Uh-huh.” Robin daubed some paint on the mural. What the hell was Paolo talking about?
“So you sent off that coat and jacket?” Paolo stood. Robin could feel the movement more than see it as he stared hard at the wall.
Well, shit. Coat? “Right.” Try to look engrossed.
Strong hands clasped his shoulders, and he was physically turned. Okay, Robin was pretty strong, but Paolo stood a good five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, plus Robin wasn’t fighting. Paolo gave him a narrow-eyed smile. “I thought we could take up where we left off last night.” He leaned in and his lips captured Robin’s with an intensity that spoke of dark bedrooms, not narrow wooden platforms in the sky.
Do not give a shit. Those lips are heaven.
Robin dropped his brush—God knew what it did to Paolo’s $300 jeans—and wrapped his arms around Paolo so tight he could have been arrested for kidnapping. Paolo’s tongue scoured the secret hiding places in Robin’s mouth, and for a moment Robin forgot try to take charge. He just enjoyed and let one leg float up Paolo’s hip. Five inches doth not a solid contact make, but Robin humped Paolo’s thigh and pressed the heel of his hand against the big bulge in Paolo’s pants. Oh yeah, that got a moan of enthusiasm from Mr. Hunky Architect.
Robin slid his hands over Paolo’s hard-as-iron butt—What does he do with that thing?—and squeezed and released. Damn, if they lay down, could they fuck here? No, no lube or condoms. But a good blowjob could still be in order.
Robin released Paolo and started sliding to the floor. It took work to inch down Paolo’s fly over that mighty erection, but finally he achieved release and reached into a pair of baby blue boxer briefs to free the inhabitant.
“My oh my.” Long, sturdy, cut, and straight as an arrow.
Paolo just breathed—really loudly.
“Mine.” Robin licked the fat head and got a slow, soft moan from Paolo. Ah yes, encouragement. Wonder how far Bobby went last night? He laved the sides of the shaft, then, counting on the element of surprise, thrust that solid eight-inch dick into his mouth and down his throat in one smooth move.
“Holy shit!” Paolo locked his hands in Robin’s hair. Pushed and pulled back, pushed and pulled back. Robin’s tongue reveled in the smooth firmness of the shaft, the silk of the head, and the intrigue of secret crevices. “Oh man. Oh.” Steadily, Paolo pushed Robin in farther and farther—then suddenly, with a yank, he pulled Robin’s head away from his cock until he looked down in his face.
“Why’d you make me stop? You don’t appreciate talent?” Robin grinned.

Paolo gazed at him. “I do appreciate talent, and you’re loaded with it on every level. What I don’t appreciate are liars, and you sure as fuck aren’t Bobby.”


The Balls to the Wall Series






Volley Balls
Bk #1


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Fire Balls 
Bk #2


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Beach Balls
Bk #3


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Snow Balls
Bk #4


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FAST Balls
Bk #5


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High Balls
Bk #6


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About the Author



Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

You can find Tara at Lain

Monday, January 8, 2018

New Release and Giveaway: Most Likely to Score by Lauren Blakely

   

From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes the hot, new sports romance, MOST LIKELY TO SCORE! A sexy, standalone forbidden romance about a sports star and the woman who's off limits, MOST LIKELY TO SCORE is now available on all retailers! Get your copy delivered now!

   

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A sexy new forbidden romance from #1 NYT Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely...

It should have been a simple play…
She needed a football player to step up and be the star for a charity calendar. I needed a sharp and savvy publicist to manage a brand-new sponsorship deal. I scratched her back. She scratched mine. And oh hell, did Jillian ever drag her nails down my back on one hell of a hot night. Okay fine, it was several hot nights on the road.

Now we’re back in town and it’s time to set the play clock back to when we were simply player and publicist. Given the way the last few years have gone, I can’t risk this deal, so it's hands off for us once again. Trouble is, I want more than than just another night with her.
What’s a guy to do when he's always been most likely to score, but the woman he’s falling for is just out of bounds?

I don't date players. And I definitely don't sleep with players. And I absolutely don't fall for a certain player when I get to know him and learn he's more than just sexy -- he's clever, funny and has a heart as big as his . .. well, you get my drift.

But my job is at stake, and I can't afford to lose that as well as my heart. The problem is, I think I've already lost that game.

What's a girl to do when the clock is running out, but the man she's falling for is off limits?

MOST LIKELY TO SCORE is a brand new standalone sports romance written in dual POV!


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Excerpt




~JONES~

“Love it,” Christine says emphatically, her lips and that metal hoop in the bottom one the only parts of her face visible since the lens covers the rest. “How about a little tough-guy look now?”

Because tough guys hold footballs in front of their junk.

“This is my best badass pose,” I say, narrowing my eyes and staring at the camera like I’d stare at the secondary of the Miami Mavericks.

“Oh yes, more of that, right, Jillian?” Christine shouts to the other person here in the studio with us.

That person is Jillian, and she hasn’t looked my way since I strolled in here and dropped my drawers. Damn shame.

From her spot leaning against the far wall, the team publicist answers in a crisp, professional tone I know well. “Exactly. We love his tough-guy face.”

She doesn’t even look up from her phone.

I keep working it for Christine, doing my best to make sure my blue eyes will melt whoever is looking at the picture when the magazine hits newsstands and Internet browsers in another few weeks.

It’s an evergreen kind of issue, since the body edition is one of the most popular. Gee, I wonder why. I’ve no doubt this shot of me with a football for my skivvies will quickly surpass the previous most-searched-for image of yours truly—the game-winning catch I made in the end zone in the Super Bowl two years ago.

But, to be fair, there’s another shot of me that’s searched for maybe a tiny bit more. I like to pretend that shot doesn’t exist.

“The camera loves you,” Christine croons as the snap, snap, snap of the lens keeps the rhythm.

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” I say, pursing my lips in an over-the-top kiss.

Christine laughs. “You are my favorite ham in all of sports, Jones. That’ll be a perfect outtake for our website.”

“That’s a brilliant idea,” Jillian chimes in. “Make sure to send me a copy for social, please.”

“Absolutely,” Christine answers.

I sneak a peek at the dark-haired woman by the wall, that silky curtain of sleekness framing her face as she smiles a bright, buoyant, outgoing grin at the photographer then drops her head back down.

Damn.

Jillian Moore is one tough nut to crack.

I’m nearly naked in front of her, and she hasn’t once looked my way.

As the woman behind the lens shoots another photo with my favorite ball covering my favorite balls, Jillian doesn’t even spare another glance.

I’m going to need a whole new playbook to get this woman’s attention.





       

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“Lauren Blakely never ceases to amaze me with her sense of humor, her talent to write fabulous heroes and heroines and to pull an A game with a male POV. MOST LIKELY TO SCORE is a real treasure.- Becca at Little Read Reading Hood

"The combination of heart, humor, and heat is enough to have me fawning all over Jones." -Sarah-Musings of the Modern Belle

       

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Hands down, my favorite thing in the world is to score. Touchdowns.

Don't let the fact that I'm the leading pick in the MOST LIKELY TO SCORE charity auction fool you. These days, I'm only a player on the field. I've kept my pants zipped all season long -- and it has been long -- because nothing's more important than leading my team to victory every week. Except maybe escaping from the team owner's recently-widowed and handsy-as-hell sister who's dead set on winning more than a date with me.

Enter Violet and a well-placed Hail Mary.
She's my best friend's sister with a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash. After Violet saves the day with the highest bid, I don't even give her a two-minute warning before I kiss her in front of the whole crowd and then announce that she's my girlfriend. Which would be fine except my agent tells me we have to keep up the act while he's negotiating my contract. Violet takes one for the team and pretends to be mine, but our boyfriend-girlfriend scrimmage quickly turns into a full contact sport, and I want it to go into overtime. The problem is -- I've been riding the bench for years.
How can a guy like me, who finally has a chance to prove his worth on the field, convince the girl she’s most valuable to his heart?
MOST VALUABLE PLAYBOY is a brand new standalone sports romance written in the guy’s POV!

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About the Author


A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 85 times, and she's sold more than 2 million books. In March she'll release WANDERLUST, a breathtaking new romance that will sweep you away. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter       

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