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Stephen King on a social media rampage!

kingImagine Stephen King wakes up. He has a personal email, that he normally has his p.a. check but he thought, what the heck, and so he checks it. It says: Dear Stephen, I read an arc of your latest book, it was okay, but I didn’t like this, that and this. Wow, Stephen thought, I should have had my coffee first, that’s some nerve I don’t come to your house and personally tell you about all the grammar issues in your letter to me, but okay. So he gets online only to find out that his latest cover model is also doing a cover on John Grisham’s newest release. **The nerve** So in his upset mind frame he makes a twitter comment about being upset. His publicist is going crazy! “What did you do!!” she yells at King.

He grumbles to himself, “What did I do? I should have had my coffee. I should never have gotten on social media.” So he makes his coffee and logs on to talk to his favorite blogs, only they no longer like Stephen because they are also friends with John, so they perpetuate his mistake and start posting about OMG can you believe the drama! And then Suddenly Stephen finds himself in the midst of a ton of gossip and he is not sure what to do, so he logs off and quietly goes into hiding until his book releases and the fans rave and they forget all about his morning oops with the tweet.

Sounds bazaar right? Stephen King in the midst of all of that? It doesn’t even seem feasible. So why is it that this is happening daily within our Indie community?
Are the lines becoming blurred within our community, between, author, friend and blogger?

Are some blogs getting a sense of entitlement? And what about authors? Do they have a responsibility in this social media pandemic?

If you missed it, a week or so ago an author posted about how she was feeling bullied by a catfish reviewer, who would basically talk bad to every single person who liked her book. She was victimised so she decided, I’m not going to be a victim and she basically hunted the reviewer down and confronted her to make it stop. She calls her own behavior crazy. And it was, but in reality this woman put her heart and soul into her dream and she felt like some one was trying to take that dream from her. Would you not have bazaar behavior if your dream was to become an attorney and some random person decided they didn’t like you so they kept messaging the Bar to spread rumors about you? A bunch of blogs decided to do an author black out. Refusing to participate in any post because of one authors wompy behavior. I’m not saying I agree with her behavior, heck I don;t think even she agrees with her behavior, however I can see why she got all wacky.

So let me ask again, Are these blogs participating in a black out of all their post right?

Here is one thing I know for sure. I think that one of the things that make our community truly spectacular is the ability to connect with authors as easily as we can. I also believe that because it’s so easy, it’s easy for us as the reader or blogger to sometimes forget how we should treat them. You would never try and create a social shit storm with Stephen King.

As bloggers I believe that we should take a huge step back and ask ourselves why do we blog? Is it because we get advanced reader copies sometimes? If that answer is yes, pack up your bags and just read. PLEASE.

Bloggers have something huge in common with authors; when we put a ‘pen to paper’ we create a magic, it can be transcended. Words can carry on, change lives even. Bloggers are yielding this power the same way an author does.

I have been blogging for almost three years and the reason I started was because I read something that I loved and I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. It was so good, and I was so excited,I needed to share my enthusiasm. In fact when I started blogging I didn’t even know what an ARC was.

As a blogger I would never sign up for a tour and then not fulfill my obligations. I’m also an author. When I published my first book, I was in a group and a girl said Oh I read your book and I loved it. I said oh really what blog? She told me and of course they were one of the blogs that received an arc and never posted anything. Now as an author, you’re not supposed to engage. But it hurt. And it made me question what is going on with blogging.

Is there a solution? I’m not sure, but in my opinion, if you are a blog that is saying we are blacking out authors, then to me you are not doing this for the right reasons. Get back to basics. Discover new authors. And above everything READ and discuss it in polite way. Do not personally message authors saying hey your book is shit. That’s not right. (this happened to a friend of mine who is a NYT’s author) There is good to be found in everything.

My intention of this blog post is not to cause more drama, only to say hey let’s take a look at ourselves. There are a ton of blogs that are doing the right thing. There are a ton I follow and that I enjoy. I don’t have all of the answers to fixing our community, but I do think that it is an extremely special place and we all need to be more mindful of how to keep it a well balanced special place, otherwise our authors that we love so much may decide, I’m not engaging in social media. And then what fun would that be??
get along gang

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The Invitation 2 Surrender Roxy Sloane


Welcome to your wildest fantasy…

The invitation arrives out of nowhere. No name. No address. Just one simple challenge.

‘Play with me.’

The games are intoxicating, each one more thrilling than the last. And pleasure is the ultimate prize.

He knows my secrets. He sees my darkest desires. He can drive me to ecstasy — and I don’t even know his name.

This is your invitation. Now it’s your turn to decide.

Are you ready?

Discover the red-hot new erotic series from the author of THE SEDUCTION

You know that point

in a horror movie…



I felt like this the whole way through…

Hey ya dumb girl, you’re an attorney, DONT GO UP THE STAIRS



Okay this isn’t a horror story, it’s a really wompy sexy love story.

I kept feeling like JJ was making a dumb, dumb, dumb choice, maybe it’s the mom in me, maybe it’s the horror film watching woman, or maybe it’s the all too careful female who grew up in the city, but the whole book I was thinking, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? DON’T YOU KNOW THIS IS RISKY!”



Once I got over this hurdle, I really focussed on seeing what this really is.



This is an easy 4 stars. It keeps you there and completely ready I’ll be waiting for the next book with



Dawn C’s review

5 orgasmic stars
I’m laughing at myself to think, I thought The Invitation one was hot. Mere child’s play! Compared to The Invitation two. This one reads like a freaking salacious aphrodisiac!!! The book is orgasmic. Roxy Sloane needs to teach courses on the art of seduction and making wild fantasies come true. (I’m going to have my husband read this book!!) Besides the hotness factor, Roxy Sloane can write! She wrote a delectable titillating story with wonderful characters that have you glued to this book.
We meet back up with Justine. Only now she’s older and making all her dreams come true. She is a successful lawyer on a huge case that can further her career. When we left her in the last book, she had spent an amazing, sexually mind blowing night with her best friend Ashton on their last night at college. He was moving back to England the next day. He had promised to be in touch, as soon as, he got his affairs in order. Well, he never did and Justine never quite got over it. Fast forward to the here and now… Wouldn’t you know it, Ashton is on the opposing side of Justine’s case. This is not the Ashton she remembers. He still gorgeous, refined and polished. But now he’s powerful, cold and calculating. Unanswered questions plague her mind… Why didn’t he call? Did it mean more to me than him? She can’t deny the pull he still has on her. Could her Ashton be hidden underneath his new cool exterior?
While she dealing with Ashton…. A game is being plotted and Justine is the targeted player….
What would you do, if you received a elegant sexy invitation from a stranger for a risque rendezvous, would you take it? Would you throw your inhibitions out the window? Could you surrender and submit? Would you wear a blindfold? It’s a game Justine is willing to play. (I would play too!!) The thrill and rush are just too exhilarating. Even the strongest of women yearn to be completely dominated in the bedroom… who is this mystery man? Is it just a stranger or a friend? could it be Aston? The thrill of not knowing is so intoxicating!
When I got to the end, I was yelling at my kindle….come on!! I need more!! I must read every single thing that Roxy writes. The woman has a beautifully filthy mind and knows how to transfer it to paper.
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Release Blitz Last Light by M. Pierce

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Title:   Last Light (Night Owl Trilogy Book #2)


Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper—and hotter—in Last Light, the second novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce.

Matt Sky is missing. After a solo ascent of Longs Peak that left only a large blood stain, tatters of climbing clothing, and the tracks of an animal in the snow, he is presumed dead.

Hannah Catalano is guarding a secret: she knows Matt is alive. After Matt’s memorial service, she lingers on the East Coast with his family, but it soon becomes clear that his brothers’ motives are less than gracious. Nate Sky is bent on tracking down the author of Night Owl, a book that charts the last days of Matt’s life with uncanny and scandalous accuracy, and which appeared only after his death. Seth Sky is bent on getting Hannah into his bed.

Hidden away in the woods, Matt and Hannah strive desperately to maintain their ruse and their relationship—but their web of lies only tightens as Matt struggles with the consequences of his decision, and Hannah tries to escape Nate’s libel suit and fend off Seth’s advances…until Hannah is put in danger, and Matt must make a life or death choice.


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Title:   Night Owl (Night Owl Trilogy Book #1)

Author:   M. Pierce



            Matt insisted on carrying me to the bathroom. I hugged his neck.

            “Matt, you realize I can walk with a black eye, right?”

            “I’ll be the judge of that.” He set me on the counter and I squeaked; the marble was frigid under my bare bottom. He dropped one of my bath bombs in the tub and watched it fizz and color the water purple.

Once, I managed to convince Matt to use a bath bomb with me. It was called a “sex bomb” and it was supposed to “put us in the mood” with “exciting scents” and “natural pheromones.” I grinned at the memory. As soon as Matt realized the bomb was coating his skin in sparkles, he leapt out of the tub ranting about “looking Twilighty” and “smelling like a girl.”

            “What’re you grinning at?”

            “You.” I smiled. “And this bath, which is such a transparent effort to avoid saying goodbye. Sweet… but transparent.”

            Matt frowned and paced the small space of the bathroom. Ha! I was right. Matt planned to leave me in the tub and slip away.

My poor, adorable night owl—he really had issues with goodbyes.

            “No,” he mumbled. “Maybe…”

            “Can I induce you to stay a little longer?” I uncrossed my legs deliberately and spread them. Matt watched. He folded his arms and tilted his head.

            “How does your cheek feel?”

            “They’re cold.” I grinned.

            “And you say I’m bad.” He slid me off the sink and turned me. I watched our reflection through the patchy steam on the mirror. Matt—God, he was so tall, and the look on his face was arresting. He wanted me. I knew that look.
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M. Pierce is the bestselling author of Night Owl, book one in the erotic Night Owl Trilogy. The author lives in Colorado and owns a rabbit named Laurence.

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The Invitation 3 Roxy Sloane



The invitation unlocked a world of pleasure — but the game is only just beginning…

He promised me an adventure. I had no idea what lay in store. Now, I know his name, and everything has changed.

I want to trust him, but his secrets could ruin us both. I need to know what he’s hiding – before it’s too late.

I’ve already risked everything for his love. Now, I’m playing to win.

Are you ready?

*The explosive conclusion to the seductive new series*

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Suddenly, his hand is on my arm, pulling me back around. “Don’t go.”
         I look up. My breath catches. He’s looking at me intensely. Desire and desperation in his eyes.
         How dare he?
         He steps forward, slowly pushing me back against the wall. I should shove back, walk out of here and leave him behind forever, but for some reason, I can’t move.
         His heat rolls through me. His scent hits like a drug. And most of all, the sheer overwhelming presence of him keeps me pinned in place. Strong. Determined.
         My eyes flutter shut and I breathe him in.
         I hate him.
         “Please…” I whisper, and even I don’t know what I’m asking. For him to let me go, or turn me around and fuck me right here up against the wall, like the very first time.
         He dips his head closer, until I can feel his breath, hot on my cheek.
          “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice rasping. “I’ll let you go. But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” 


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Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.
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COVER REVEAL: Breathless by Vanessa Marie (Chasing Hearts Series Book Two)

Title: Breathless

Author: Vanessa Marie

Release Date: Nov 11, 2014

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For once in Charlie’s life, she has something she’d never allowed herself to have before.


All because of Sam’s love.

He fought for her. No matter the cost.

He loved her even when she couldn’t allow herself to feel loved.

Now, when things feel like they might go smoothly for once in her life…

The unexpected happens. Her fate. Her constant date with Death.

A reality that completely blindsides her when life once again rears it’s ugly head.

Shattering any sense of a future she ever felt she could grasp, even if only for a second.

Will she give in and surrender to her fate?

Will she retreat, pushing away everyone she loves to hold onto her secrets?

Or will she fight? Fight for Sam, fight for their love, the way he’s always fought for her?


Sam made it pretty easy for a girl to fall in love with him. He massaged Charlie’s legs while she lay across the couch with her feet in his lap. Both of her hands gripped her coffee cup as she took a sip. “Mmm. A girl could get used to this, ya know?”

“Huh?” He looked up at her, puzzled. 

A smile pulled at her lips. He wasn’t paying attention to what his hands were doing. “Nothing. Just watch the movie.”

“No, I just didn’t hear what you said. You mumbled it.” His green eyes searched hers like he desperately wanted to know what she’d just said. 

“It wasn’t important. Just feels good.” She nodded toward her legs. 

Sam smiled and continued to run his fingers diligently up and down her long lean legs. “I like touching you. Your skin is like silk.” 

Every stroke he took, make her senses come alive. It didn’t seem to have the same kind of effect on him that it did on her. But she was doing everything she could not to jump him. She was still recovering from their morning escapades in the kitchen. 

“The movie okay? We can watch something else if you want.” 

She wasn’t even sure what they were watching. All she could think about were his hands and trying to control her breathing. Shaking her head no, she took a sip of her coffee and set it down on the table in front of them. “No, it’s fine.” Charlie lay back against the plush pillows behind her and sank further into them while his touch became stronger, reaching deeper into her muscle. It felt like heaven. 

“You’re not going to sleep on me again, are you?” he asked and shifted under her. 

“No. Just resting my eyes.” She was tired, more so than usual, but didn’t want to let him know that. She’d already argued with her doctor the day before and it wasn’t something she wanted to argue with him about again. 

“Do you want me to rub your chest?” 

She opened one eye at him and watched him with suspicion. “Since when do you ask to cop a feel, Mr. Greyson?”

She regretted it the second the name left her lips. 

He frowned. “First of all, don’t call me that. It’s not funny. Second of all, I wasn’t being creepy. I know your chest aches. I wasn’t talking about rubbing your boobs. Although, if my hands happen to brush against certain things, I am not to be held liable.” 

All she wanted to do was sink into the couch until she was invisible. Of course that’s all he wanted to do. He was being thoughtful and you turn it into something sleazy. Who’s the asshole here? Oh, that’s right. You are. 


“Yeah. Yeah. Scoot down and lay your head back.” 

Flipping completely around, she tossed a pillow in his lap and laid her head in his lap face up, with the rest of her body in-between his legs on the couch. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath as his strong hands worked their way from the top of her collarbone down the front of her sternum. “Oh, God. I didn’t realize how sore that was until you did that.” 

He let out a low chuckle. “I told you that you’d call me God.” 

Smiling she lifted her chin and relaxed her shoulders under his skilled hands as he worked his way around her chest. It was exactly what she needed and he know it before she did. “How do you do this?” 

“Do what?” his voice was low and husky. 

“Know what I need even before I do.” 

“Because I know you. You haven’t been yourself lately no matter how much you try and hide it. I see how easily you get worn out.” 

“You can’t blame a girl for needing a nap after kitchen sex games.” 

His fingers worked in strong, slow circles across the top of her chest. The way he touched her scars with ease made chills radiate through her. 

“This makes nap number three today, there, sweet cheeks.” 

“Just resting up for what’s to come.” She smiled at him but he wasn’t mirroring her like she thought he would. He just watched her, with worry behind his eyes. 

“Don’t look at me like that please. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.” 

His hands stopped on her chest as his eyes found hers. “Guess what? You can’t stop people from loving you. No matter how hard you try. We’re going to worry when you’re not feeling well. It’s not like you have a cold, babe. You’re in heart failure.” 

“You don’t think I know that?”

“Well, you don’t act like it. That’s why everyone gets so frustrated with you. You’re so hell-bent on fighting the system that you fight all of us, too.” 

She sat up and turned to face him. “I’m not trying to fight the system. In case you haven’t noticed, the system has kind of failed me. All the things they’ve done to me that were supposed to save my life haven’t. They’ve only prolonged it. A little… until the next thing goes wrong. So, now they’re saying this ICD is the way to go and I may not need the transplant. Do you understand how I can’t even allow myself to begin to dream that that could be true? I can’t believe things like that.” She bit her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. 

“Why not? I thought you were past not allowing yourself to dream?”

“Fairytales and happy endings are meant for people like Sarah and Alex. Happily ever afters aren’t meant for people like me.” 

He ran his fingers through her hair, like he always did when they were in a heavy discussion. “I really wish you’d stop putting yourself in this box of damaged goods. You can have the fairytale and I will be your happily ever after…if you let me.” 

“I’ve read everything there is about the ICD. I researched them a long time ago when I hoped it could be an option for me or even a fix and they told me no. Now they want to do it and I want to know what’s changed. Why is it okay now but it was a no before?” 

“Why didn’t you ask him that instead of walking out?” He pulled her back down into his lap and continued to run his fingers through her hair. 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I was pissed. I know my stubbornness gets in the way a lot but I don’t do things out of blind rage. All the time anyway. I usually have a pretty damn good reason behind my outbursts.” 

A smile spread across his face. “Maybe in your crazy own Charlie way of spinning logic, but I get it.”

“No one wants to talk about the ugly truth. They all dance around it and pretend like there’s not an elephant in the room.” She closed her eyes as a rogue tear slipped down her cheek. 

His fingers brushed the tear away just before it touched her lips. “And what truth is that?” his voice was low. 

That I’m going to die young. That I can’t go to Disney with you because it might be my last trip. She exhaled slowly trying to steady her breath, knowing her voice would be shaky. “That any surgery can kill me. That I might not make it through it. That I might not live long enough to even get a transplant.” 

“I don’t pretend to know what you’re going through. I can’t possibly imagine, but I have seen you on the verge of Death’s door. I saw you banging on that damn door to come back. You fought for every breath. Every step. Never giving into the darkness. No matter how damaged you think you are or how long Grimm has hunted you, you’re destined for the light, Charlie.” 

“Only you could make this conversation sound poetic.” 

His fingers brushed over her lips to her cheek. “I do what I can.” 

A small smile played at her lips. No matter how hard she tried to keep it together, she was still on the verge of breaking. Sam was her glue as life chipped away at the glass. Constantly looking for a way to shatter her into a million broken pieces. 

She sat up and crawled into his lap to straddle him. All she needed in that moment was him. The fact he wasn’t afraid to talk about the things that haunted her while she slept made her want him all the more.

She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair and rested them behind his neck. “Do you love my dark clouds?” 

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes. I even love your acid rain.” 

She smiled and brought her lips to his. Their kiss was easy to get lost in and it was exactly what she needed to feel whole.


Always the cause of shenanigans, Vanessa is a heavily tattooed, sarcastic motorcycle enthusiast who started her career as a Jeep tech at the age of sixteen. The happily married mother of three little monsters—oops, children—lives in Kentucky by way of Las Vegas, Nevada. Once her life took a different direction—sidelined by Heart Disease at 26 and becoming a pacemaker recipient—she decided to write as a creative outlet, and Heartless was born. She realizes life can be dark clouds and acid rain at times, but her outlook on life puts a positive and sarcastic spin on it all.

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We shared a love that regulated every heartbeat and every breath we took. It was all encompassing. I thought our love could withstand time and anything thrown our way.
I was wrong. So wrong.
I used to be happy. I used to be Juliette Weston when Dylan Somers filled my life with promises of love and a happy ever after. But when he took my heart and broke it into a million pieces, I became someone else entirely. In one afternoon, I lost my soul mate. I lost everything I knew myself to be.
Three years later, the man who destroyed me is back.

To assuage his guilt? To finish the job? It doesn’t matter… I won’t let him this time. I’m stronger. I’ve moved on. He won’t affect me.

This is a story of love and betrayal. Pain and loss. Happiness and fate. It’s about finding your true destiny.

This is our story.

And it’s not for the faint of heart.

Dawn C.’s 4.5 stars
SCORNED is a gripping story of heartbreak, lost love, pain, regret and possible new beginnings. I devoured this book!  I was sucked in by all it’s emotional brilliance. It’s intriguing and intense. It’s a great start to this new serial. It’s sets you up perfectly. Giving you just enough but leaving you needing more!!
Three years ago, Jules lost the love of her life, Dylan. He just packed up his stuff and left without a valid explanation. Leaving her totally devastated. She has been a shell of a person ever since. Feeling nothing. Completely numb. This book was so excellently written that I felt all her pain and hatred for Dylan. It was palpable. I actually wanted to punch him in the face! But you know what they say, there is a fine line between love and hate. Anyone who has endured a broken heart can relate to this book. It is emotionally draining, but oh sooooo good!!!
Jules takes a leap of faith and finally decides to open up and let someone new in, Austin. He is a great guy. That seems to have every thing going for him. He makes her feel safe and cherished.  Feelings of happiness and hope start to resurface. Can she finally let go of the past and find true happiness and again?? Meanwhile, Dylan has been struggling with his decision for the past three years. Immediately realizing he made a mistake. But not knowing how to get Jules back. He conveniently starts running into her… but she refuses to give him the time of day!! Holding onto to her anger as he continues to barge into her life… He seems different, so desperate. Trying every thing to get her back or just get her forgiveness. (You will also have a love/hate relationship with Dylan.) How can she ever trust him? Why now? Just when she was getting her life back on track with a wonderful man. Should she start fresh with Austin and totally walk away from Dylan?? Can she turn off her feelings for him? I was plague with all those questions and more…. My head was reeling after I read this book. I can not wait to read the next book, Jealousy. Just the name alone has me needing more!!
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We shared a love that regulated every heartbeat and every breath we took. It was all encompassing. I thought our love could withstand time and anything thrown our way. I was wrong. So wrong.

I used to be happy. I used to be Juliette Weston when Dylan Somers filled my life with promises of love and a happy ever after. But when he took my heart and broke it into a million pieces, I became someone else entirely. In one afternoon, I lost my soul mate. I lost everything I knew myself to be.

Three years later, the man who destroyed me is back.

To assuage his guilt? To finish the job? It doesn’t matter… I won’t let him this time. I’m stronger. I’ve moved on. He won’t affect me.

This is a story of love and betrayal. Pain and loss. Happiness and fate. It’s about finding your true destiny.

This is a continuation of our story.

And it’s not for the faint of heart.

Dawn C.’s 5 star
Jealousy is a perfect name for this book…. Remorse and denial would work also!  Since that seems to be the theme throughout. This is the second book in the From The Inside Out Series. We get more Jules, Austin and Dylan. It’s an epic love triangle. That will have your stomach in knots. Your heart and mind will be flip flopping back and forth….
Poor Jules the unthinkable had happened causing her heart and mind to battle… What would you do if the love of your life, the man who ripped your heart out, came crashing back in to your world??? At the worst time,  when you are just starting a new relationship with a wonderful man…. YOU WOULD FREAK!!!! (That’s what I did as I read!)
From the beginning till the end, I was utterly confused and torn between Austin and Dylan. Two men determined to win Jules heart. Austin is her current boyfriend but she is in complete denial with her feelings for Dylan. She thinks he is the past and Austin is her future. But how can she look to the future, when she hasn’t let go of her past?? When her heart belongs to the other person….
I was Team Austin till I read this book. I soooo wanted to hate Dylan but it was nearly impossible with him acting like a love sick puppy. He was so remorseful and sincere. I would hate to be in Jules’ shoes trying gravely to be strong! But how can she stay true to her resolve when Dylan is finally telling her everything, she always wanted to hear?? Can she forgive him and believe his words???
If she could just forget Dylan and go off into the sunset with Austin. Her life would be so much easier. On paper Austin is the better man.  He is a much safer choice. He’s patient and loving. He wants to take their relationship to the next level. She knows she can have a good life with him…..What is a girl to do??
In Jealousy you get to see a different side to Dylan. He really opens up. The dual POVs is excellent and gives you both sides of their story. Therefore you begin to sympathize with Dylan and see his true intentions. It all comes down to forgiveness….
How many of us would be strong enough to walk away?
For the next book, I love that we get to choose our ending with the guy of our choice. I haven’t fully committed to my team yet …Team Austin or Team Dylan…. But I’m left needing to read more from Dylan first. He really tugged at my heart…….looking forward to more!!!
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S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures. Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys. Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.She welcomes your notes at sl@slscottauthor.com.


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NEW REVIEW Collateral by Callie Hart (Blood and Roses #6)


The final instalment in Zeth & Sloane’s story!

Please make sure to read Deviant, Fracture, Burn, Fallen and Twisted before downloading this book.


With Lacey missing and everything falling apart, Sloane and Zeth will do everything they can to get her back. If that includes facing off against Charlie Holsan, the DEA, and anyone else who gets in their way, then so be it.

Faced with heartbreak, danger, and the increasing need to protect the ones he loves, Zeth Mayfair is finally realizing what it means to have a family.

With her fears coming full circle, Sloane must learn that forgiveness is the only way to move forward.

Dawn C.’s 5 Star Review
Mindblowingly fan-freaking-tastic!!! Callie brought it to a whole new level In Collateral. A flawless conclusion. Every time I have read one of the books in this series, I have thought to myself, this one is the best…. Until I read the next! The series just continued to get better and better. Each book surpassing it’s predecessor, but ultimately saving the best for last. In true Callie fashion, the twists and turns kept coming. Action packed from beginning till end. I had to remember to breathe with white knuckles gripping onto my kindle. I found myself choked up and teary eyed throughout. I was an emotional basket case. Fearing for the worst but hoping for the best. I swear these books are better than any movie! Callie didn’t create just a series, she created an alternate universe!! A world where once you are immersed, you don’t want to get out. It’s Zeth’s world. A world where evil out weighs good but there is still hope.  Where devotion, loyalty and honor reign true. A place where revenge, retribution and absolution can all be attained but at what price?
In many books characters often lose themselves as they evolve. But Callie kept Zeth true to himself. As much as he evolved and grew, he was still present. Tough, acute, tenacious and always so clever. But it’s when he showed his soft vulnerable side that I literally turned to jelly. Falling more and more.. Having to remind myself that he is just a fictional character. The truth about his past comes out and it is not only shocking but totally heart-wrenching. Allowing us to see what made the man and his duffel bag… His desire to change and become a better person out weighed his demons. Maybe just maybe, he can finally get atonement and find peace??
Zeth and Sloane have gone through hell and back.  Two people who were so lost and sad. Their relationship is far from normal or conventional. It’s rough and raw. But it’s perfect for them. It had grown in time with patience and trust. Their bond is undeniable and impenetrable. Together they are a force. Having their dual POVs was one of the best parts. Being able to experience it from both sides.
I must talk about Sloane. She is my girl. She evolved right along with Zeth. She has become a true equal to him. Proving her loyalty to not only him but everyone around her. Tough as nails and balls to the wall bad ass chick! She didn’t choose the easy way, she chose Zeth! Knowing exactly what she was getting into.
(Just remember the name Ernie and you will know why I was cracking up…. It’s Zeth at his best. You gotta love him!!! GENIOUS.)
Before you even attempt to read this book…
Clear your calender for the day because you will not be able to stop reading. Have a box of tissues handy. Keep your phone or computer close. You will need to freakout with others!! I read Collateral in two days. Only stopping because I had to work.
Thank you Callie Hart for bringing us the wonderful world of Zeth Mayfair!! I hope all my reviews did your series justice. You are a brilliant author and I can not wait to see what you do next.
About the author
Callie Hart is an obsessive romantic who loves throwing a dark twist into her stories. Her characters are imperfect, flawed individuals who dictate when she eats, sleeps and breathes. Callie’s Internationally Bestselling Blood & Roses series has garnered well over 1000 5 star reviews.

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Locke Blog Tour Harper Sloan



Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my life changed. The day that everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my past consumed my every waking moment.

I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or not, as much as I wish I could keep them locked out, they refuse to leave. Refuse to let me suffer alone.

If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her way under my skin—refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.

She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.

I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me from craving her with every single breath in my body.

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Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.

Just gone.

It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would have brought me right to her.

It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three weeks. She called in her meals and never left the room. And unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get my hands on her.

She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.

Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her. Just like every other person I’ve allowed in.

I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.

One smile from her made me fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.

So I pushed.

Until she ran.

But that ends right now.

Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was my first mistake.


A motherfucking strip club.

This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths come in loud pants. My fist clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each wild beat of my heart.

I’m going to explode.

The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place. I immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the room. They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.

The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.

That’s when I spot her.

“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.

The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting free.

There she stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can see the outline of her nipples clear as day.

My eyes take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.

No one should see her like this. No one but me. And even though I don’t have the right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me now.

She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns right when I’m about to reach out for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful, honey-brown eyes.


“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.

She shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not going to like anything she has to say.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you doing in this place?”

She tilts her head slightly, taking me in. Her eyes leave mine and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go stock-still at her words.

“I’m exactly where I should be, Maddox. I’m home.” Her tone is submissive, and that fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.

With that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. And I see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink boy shorts.

“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to speaks in awe.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been flipped.

“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit back, my friend, and get ready for the show.” He laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the fucking pole with her pussy. She’s working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.

I’m no stranger to strip clubs. Back when the guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam from the shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full of naked woman. Where the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy is in abundance.

One thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.

Without taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth. She’s in a heated argument with the bartender and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning bright. She points over to me a few times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her what she wants. I just scowl at them from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain to her that it’s time to go.

“Hey there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for something wild.”

“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now looking at me. A mix of ire and hurt is written all over her face. Even with the shit lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.

Fucking hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found her.

“I won’t bite, baby. That is unless you want me to.” Her hands snake around my neck and down my chest.

Turning my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin, and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup for about ten women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing fifty.

“I said no, woman. What part of that didn’t you understand? And for the last time, do not touch me.” I reach up and pull her hand off my stomach before she can go any further.

Moving my eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty. What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to be found.

“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why would you want her when you can have me? After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess her intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her advantage.

I turn swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”

She looks me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Your loss.”

When she walks off, I start my scan of the room again. No Emmy in sight. I run my hand over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.

Thirty minutes later and I still haven’t found her. The crowd is getting restless. The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and they undoubtedly want more. The pole humper has moved on to one of the smaller stages. The last act on the main stage was slightly better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.

Jesus Christ.

I wait, determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty minutes and two more rotations on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which is sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any movement. I’ll be damned if she takes off on me again.

After signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the music.

“Gentleman of Syn. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. The one your dicks have been begging for all fucking night. The Princess of Syn herself. The one and only, Rose!”

The Princess of Syn? What an idiot. I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my lips for a long pull. The music starts and the first few notes of Lollipop by Framing Hanley fill the air. Got to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.

The house lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a spotlight hits the main stage. The smoke clinging to the air gives the stage an eerie glow. I take my eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again for Emmy. Movement by the back corner catches my attention at the same time that the crowd goes electric. Idiots start throwing their money left and right, calling to this Princess of Syn to take them.

What morons.

I focus on the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her wicked smile at me before pointing to the stage. Turning back to the stage, I watch as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess, spins effortlessly on the pole, her movements all but blurring her body from the men wishing she were spinning on their dicks. It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch from earlier is telling me to look.

With one quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are spread wide and parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my Emmy. It takes a second for the shock to wear off, and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with a guarded smile to the men crowding the stage. Lifting her small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat stomach to take her tits in hand and jiggles them.

Fucking jiggles them.

I can’t control my body at this point. I’m focused on one thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out of this place.

She reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her top, throwing it in to the crowd. There she dances with her body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples pebble. Turning her back to the room, she bends at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long, toned legs.

This is when the reality of this situation hits me. I’ll fucking kill all of these motherfuckers in the room.

Then she drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling towards the end of the stage.

Hell. No.

I’m on my feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who stands in the way of my woman and me. I don’t even lift my arms from my side. I just barrel through the bodies with one goal in mind.

She doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the pole again. With a leap that would make my high school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have a naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to extinguish my determination.

I can see the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach out and punch the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly buckle to the floor. The other one comes at me from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up the chair to my left one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.

Emmy is struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down. She looks up, ready to spit fire at me, before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the expression on my face. I have no doubt that I look just as feral as I feel.

“Don’t you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any further.”

I rip my shirt off and roughly pull it over her head. She struggles and puts up a fight, momentarily distracting me from the third bouncer coming at full throttle. His fist takes me by surprise, but not for long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get away, I turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.

He goes to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed. Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him right between the eyes and almost smile when he falls instantly.

I’m stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with earlier. He goes to make a move but pulls up when he sees the look in my eyes. I’ll fucking kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.

“Do it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a person on this Earth who can stop me.



About this author

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Reaper’s Stand Joanna Wylde

As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.

Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.

Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?

Abby’s Review 4 stars

Joanna Wylde does it again! She creates a story that pulls you in every time. I was immediately captivated by Reece aka picnic and London.

Reece and London are more mature characters and I loved this about them. Picnic, is a waste no energy on b*llsh*t kind of guy. London is a crazy cleaner that loves fiercely. I loved how easily she fell into the grove and I think it was because she was well into her thirties that this worked so well.

Picnic is hot!! (Yep that’s all there is to say about that) You do not have to have read her other books to get this one but I would recommend it. We get to see some characters that we really fall in love with in her other stories.

Can I just say, Joanna Wylde has such a smooth voice when she writes. Everything flows so easily and I seriously read this all in one sitting.  Would highly recommend this series!


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Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer and voracious reader. You can visit her website at www.joannawylde.net.


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The BLYSS Trilogy Book One
Despite Blyss being a captive romance trilogy, this is not a dark read. This is a contemporary romance, and trust me, you haven’t ever read this type of story before. Blyss is an orginal, one of a kind storyline in theme, circumstances, and character action. This captive trilogy is a thriller full of suspense with twists and turns, leaving the reader thirsting for more.*~*~*~*CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE  Blyss is something the world has been trying to create since the beginning of time, the ultimate aphrodisiac. A drug that’s used against women with one single purpose in mind….Julianna Oakley has just finished up her junior year at college and flies home to spend her last free summer with her father on their prestigious Georgia estate. Julianna isn’t your typical spoiled, rich girl, pre-madonna. She’s down to earth and has an independent streak a mile wide, insisting she make her own way in this world.Nick has been setting the stage for a long time, and sparks fly when their separate worlds collide. She is Nicks’ ultimate obsession, and he will stop at nothing to own her.
When Travis, Nick’s right hand man, lays his eyes on the prize all hell is about to break loose.

Travis should know Nick is playing for keeps, and while Julianna is fighting for her freedom, a lifetime full of secrets and twisted perceptions slowly unravel as Julianna gets caught in the fray.

** Mature Audiences Only** This book is intended for mature audiences only (18+) and contains explicit descriptions of sex, drugs, dirty talk, strong language, and violence


Dawn C’s Review 5 stars
BEWARE OF Blyss!!! This book may cause you hot flashes!! You will also experience a bundle of mixed and contradictory emotions. It’s so wrong but so right!! It had me hooked from the beginning. The subject matter is dark but the book is not. It reads like a romantic suspense thriller with erotic thrown in!
Poor Julianne has been stalked and taken away from everyone she loves. She’s been taken, held captive and drugged up on the ultimate aphrodisiac, a drug called Blyss. It turns women into the perfect companion and submissive. She is being trained for the leader in this business, Nick. He’s been obsessed with her for years. Nick comes off as an evil, egotistical, selfish bastard. Thinking Julianna is his. He may think he knows everything about her but he did not realize how resilient she is. She will not go down without a fight. She has a lot of self preservation and will. But how long can she hold onto herself and sanity???
Julianna’s only hope seems to be Nick’s partner Travis. He shows Julianna comfort and kindness. The minute you are introduced to Travis, you are drawn to him. He’s not only classy and charming but gorgeous. He knows how to handle the ladies. His connection with Julianne is so evident. Sparks fly and passion ignites. Holy hotness!!! But are their feelings real??  Feelings or not, Travis knows she isn’t his to take. You know you should hate him and all that he stands for… but you can’t, it’s like you are drugged up and helpless also. Falling in love with a criminal. Like I said, so wrong but so right!!! Is Travis showing his true colors or just what he wants Julianna to see???
Julianna finds herself in a precarious situation with no way out! Trapped, alone and scared. Should she just give in or fight for her freedom???
I was engrossed in this book. It was hard to put down. It will leave you wanting more and dying to know the out come. It’s has a great flow with not one dull moment. It’s hard to believe it is a debut book because it is written so well with such an ease…… I can not wait to get my hands on book 2!!
Kristine’s Review: 5 stars
Please kidnap me and stick me with some Blyss, Travis!  Yeah, that’s what I was thinking while reading this book!  I know feeling like this is twisted, but this all comes from J.C Cliff’s brilliant mind and I love her so much for it!  I literally devoured this book in one day!  I started and was enchanted all the way through.  Dirty looks and huffs and puffs when I was disrupted!
Waking up one morning and living the good life, feeling protected by your surroundings and daddy’s body guard, what do you have to fear?  Well in Julianna’s case she should have everything to fear!  This books starts off with knock your socks off, suspense.
“Taking Julianna…..say what?  Taking me?!  Holy sh**!” ~Julianna
 Yeah I would be running my butt out of there too!  My question is what the hell is going on and why are they taking her?   ohhh this is just the beginning.  You have no idea of all the experiences with overloads of…shut the front door, wtfs and omg….how is this book turning me on, that I went through.   I was not only rocked off my rocker but wishing to my fairy god mother to magically transport this heavenly, hard core tuff man named Travis, to me!!
Well I fell in love with Travis…..My whole attraction to bad boys came in full effect here.   He is rough and tough on the outside and milky and sweet on the inside.  He’s had to be hard and let no true emotion show how he feels. With a strong face you never know what his thinking process is.  When Julianna is brought to him, we see something that hasn’t been seen, maybe a glimpse of who he truly is.
Now there is Nick, the leader of this whole world that surrounds this story.  Not my favorite guy…kinda wanna kick him in the nuts a few times….but maybe that’s just me.
And the one in the middle of this is Julianna.  What would I do if I was Julianna…I have no friggin idea, maybe crawl under a bed and never come out!   This girl is stalwart, determined, smart, an extreme fighter and a super women to withstand what she has too.   She has this power that has both these totally different men crazy for her.  One wants somewhat the best for her while the other wants to control her whole being.
This story is a mixture of mystery, suspense, and thrill topped with a sprinkle of darkness. Sounds like my kind of book sundae! I just have to say this is one different story, if the synopsis alone doesn’t transfix you to read this…… well that is just crazy talk cause it will. You will love every second of this and be wishing you had the second one book.  Which I will gloat that I already read it and this series just gets better and better!  I’m so happy to have read this and encountered what Blyss truly is!
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J.C. Cliff is an independant author who strives to deliver a strong story line, keeping the reader captivated throughout the entire book. She loves the element of surprise, creating unique twists and turns while providing you with thrill and suspense. Oh yes, and lets not forget, indulging in a little romance in between all the action.

She’s a die hard 80’s rock’n roll fan, loves the ocean and salt water fishing. What does she do when she’s not raising kids, running a business, and doing all the tasks that come with being a wife and mother? You got it – writing. It’s the ultimate escape from reality when the ocean isn’t nearby.

Her Debut novel is called Blyss, part 1 of a captive romance trilogy (The Blyss Trilogy). Her book will be available in ebook and paperback Tuesday September 16th, 2014

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