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Tuesday, February 26, 2019
The Alex Conner Chronicles by Parker Sinclair 💕 Series Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy)
💕 99¢ 💕  💕 99¢ 💕   |  Alex Conner’s memories of the vile man she exiled using supernatural powers inherited from her mother are all but breaking into her living hours, and nothing is working to keep her nightmares at bay. Can Alex solve this mystery before it's too late or will she be the one responsible for bringing this horror back into her life? Who can Alex trust and how is she to deal with the draw she has towards a new man in her life – a man who is definitely more than meets the eye? Alex Conner: Witch? Healer? Both? Joining this powerful female character and a scooby-like cast including a seer, sexy book boyfriends, devoted best friends, heros, villans and monsters, and magical creatures. Enjoy the first book in this ongoing paranormal and fantasy series overflowing with suspense, steamy and romantic scenes, kick ass action, intrigue, adventure, mind-bending plotlines, and laugh out loud humor. Trust is a coming of age story about a young women who had to figure out her powers all on her own. The new adult tale will get you laughing, crying, while also being a nailbiter as supernatural powers and beings make this a page turner for paranormal, mystery, suspense, and fantasy fans. Trust is a unique twist on paranormal romance, contemporary & urban fantasy for fans of The Hollows by Kim Harrison's, with the humor, heart, and horror of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the magic of The Weird Girls Series by Cecy Robson, & the science and world building of The King Killer Chronicles. The Alex Conner Chronicles Reading order: Trust, Truth, Forbidden, & Only with more to come! Contains explicit adult language and scenes. “The storyline was brilliant." ★★★★★ "I ran the gambit of emotions with this book." ★★★★★ "Original and Captivating." ★★★★★  💕 Click on the images to enlarge 💕 I’m just about to hightail it down the side alley to the back door—thinking how nuts I am to be willing to jump out of a cake and hoping like hell that Nic has a good wig for me—when I catch a glimpse of movement over my shoulder. As I spin around, I come face to face with a well-built stranger whom I’ve never seen before. He’s gorgeous, but a sensation crawls over my skin, like a tingle of electricity, both gentle and warning. A sound escapes my lips, not in the least bit smooth, rather more of a squeak. His reply is a bit subtler as the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. Now, I’m not saying I feel scared, for some reason I’m not, even though I damn well should be. Here I standing here in the dark with a man I don’t know who looks like he could punch through a wall without breaking a sweat, but something about him just makes me calm. “I’m Ryan. I’m leading the security team here tonight. You’re Alex Conner, right?” He gets straight to the point, looking as if this is his usual MO, and all I can do is nod. I think I’ve forgotten how to blink or even breathe. Ryan reaches down and brushes my waist to tap the tiny radio clipped to my slim belt. “We’re on channel five. Let me know if you need anything.” And then he vanishes, blending his fine body in with the night. “Shit, shit, shit,” I curse as I barrel into the woman’s bathroom, nearly killing Nic as I haul ass into the back stall. Nic follows me in, looking eager with a wicked smile on his face. “Now, I hope no one needs this stall cause this may take a while. What are you waiting for, girl? Take your clothes off. Wait a minute. What is that look? Where is he? He must have been fine, because you are glistening.” He was fine, over six feet of pure muscle, but not overly so. Hard everywhere, and decked out in all black from head to toe. His skin looked like it had been dipped in a mix of cinnamon and mocha, but I couldn’t place his heritage. Latino, or maybe from some remote tropical heaven, or, goddess I don’t care, he was gorgeous and terrifying—don’t forget terrifying. He was like a taciturn, dark-eyed stone God, but the air around him seemed to crackle with a promise of squashing anything or anyone who causes trouble tonight; and those hands and lips. “Damn it. Why is it so hot in here?” I am pulling my clothes off and putting the barely there clothes on, rambling about dark eyes, skin, and almost peeing myself.   |
Monday, May 22, 2017
Feel Me by Cecy Robson ❤️ Review, Book Tour & Giveaway ❤️ (Contemporary Romance)
Declan O’Brien was always driven to take his place among Philly’s elite, working hard for everything he’s earned, including the title of Assistant District Attorney. He’s won seemingly impossible cases, so he’s furious when he’s assigned to lead the one unit he doesn’t want.
Melissa Fenske was born hearing impaired to a neglectful mother, finding solace when she was adopted by a young attorney, now Declan’s boss. As the current Director of Victim Services, Melissa’s livid when Declan is placed in the main unit she oversees. She can’t forget their disastrous first encounter. Or shake how he makes her feel.
Declan considers the assignment another step toward his political aspirations, despite that he can’t get Melissa out of his mind. Melissa sees Declan as egotistical and self-serving, kicking herself for how fast she’s falling for his charm. Someone as hot, smooth, and perfect as Declan isn’t supposed to want her.
In another situation with any other woman, Declan wouldn’t hesitate to take Melissa to bed. But she is the boss’s daughter, and for once, Declan finds himself wanting more than just a one night stand.
Neither counted on each other. Both just met their match.
I LOVE these O'Briens!
This book had me at word 1. I will read anything Cecy writes! BIG fan! This is my 2nd Cecy book (my first was O'Brien #3), and while it's not necessary to have read any of the previous books in the series in order to enjoy this one, I highly recommend it!
I absolutely loved Declan. I especially loved Declan once he pulled his head out of his bottom and realized what he really wanted out of life. Specifically, Melissa. And I don't care how possessive he might have been of her; I thoroughly enjoyed every alpha-male-minute of it!
Melissa was truly a joy to read. I felt she was written beautifully, and that Cecy must have done a great deal of research on people living with hearing loss. This added a unique element to the story, and I just felt it was very well done.
This is a spectacular contemporary romance with smart characters and an engaging plot that had me eagerly turning the pages. I can't wait for the next book in this series!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)
This book had me at word 1. I will read anything Cecy writes! BIG fan! This is my 2nd Cecy book (my first was O'Brien #3), and while it's not necessary to have read any of the previous books in the series in order to enjoy this one, I highly recommend it!
I absolutely loved Declan. I especially loved Declan once he pulled his head out of his bottom and realized what he really wanted out of life. Specifically, Melissa. And I don't care how possessive he might have been of her; I thoroughly enjoyed every alpha-male-minute of it!
Melissa was truly a joy to read. I felt she was written beautifully, and that Cecy must have done a great deal of research on people living with hearing loss. This added a unique element to the story, and I just felt it was very well done.
This is a spectacular contemporary romance with smart characters and an engaging plot that had me eagerly turning the pages. I can't wait for the next book in this series!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)
I wish I didn’t want to drag my hands along her gorgeous curves or taste that pouty mouth But I do. Just like I want feel her body pressed against mine.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me? As pissed as I was about being placed in SACU yesterday, I woke up hard this morning. Hard for Melissa. Melissa, who can barely stand being in the same room as me.
My eyes scrunch tight as I try to shake away the dream I had about her. We were at a black tie event, the kind where waiters walk around with silver trays packed with champagne and anyone who’s anyone in politics works the room flexing their egos. I was supposed to give some kind of speech. I opted out, returning my place with Melissa’s hand tight in mine.
We had sex in my living room. I can’t remember ever having a dream this graphic. She lay over my leather ottoman on her hands and knees, the skirt of her black beaded gown hiked up to her waist, my mouth buried against her. I tugged off my jacket and tie, managing to pop open the front of my shirt before I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my pants and briefs down to my ankles.
In those romance movies women like to watch, my thrusts would have been slow and sweet. But there was nothing slow or sweet about what we did. It was sexy, primal; me grunting hard and her hips circling fast. Her hair fell in messy waves around her heated face as she clamped down, turning her head enough to see me, and show me the sexy way she bites down on her bottom lip.
I wasn’t a gentleman in my dream. I was the epitome of an alpha claiming what belongs to him. She loved it, calling out my name and begging me to go faster.
My problem is, I loved it too. A little too much.
I groan, thinking about how hot she made me and entertaining why she made me so hot. Melissa is different. Curvy hips, round perky ass, with what I’m guessing are some serious double-Ds. I usually date the model types, those who spend more time on their hair, shopping, and make-up and less time on anything that really matters. Why? Because they’re not looking for anything serious, and neither am I.
When I take a long hard look at all the political giants I know, every last one of them has a devoted wife, looking adoringly back at them―standing by them, raising their children, spearheading charities, and working tirelessly on their husbands’ campaigns―usually alongside the skanks their husbands are fucking when they’re not around. I’m not exaggerating. It’s what men of power are almost expected to do. But I swear to Christ, I’m not going to be one of them.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me? As pissed as I was about being placed in SACU yesterday, I woke up hard this morning. Hard for Melissa. Melissa, who can barely stand being in the same room as me.
My eyes scrunch tight as I try to shake away the dream I had about her. We were at a black tie event, the kind where waiters walk around with silver trays packed with champagne and anyone who’s anyone in politics works the room flexing their egos. I was supposed to give some kind of speech. I opted out, returning my place with Melissa’s hand tight in mine.
We had sex in my living room. I can’t remember ever having a dream this graphic. She lay over my leather ottoman on her hands and knees, the skirt of her black beaded gown hiked up to her waist, my mouth buried against her. I tugged off my jacket and tie, managing to pop open the front of my shirt before I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my pants and briefs down to my ankles.
In those romance movies women like to watch, my thrusts would have been slow and sweet. But there was nothing slow or sweet about what we did. It was sexy, primal; me grunting hard and her hips circling fast. Her hair fell in messy waves around her heated face as she clamped down, turning her head enough to see me, and show me the sexy way she bites down on her bottom lip.
I wasn’t a gentleman in my dream. I was the epitome of an alpha claiming what belongs to him. She loved it, calling out my name and begging me to go faster.
My problem is, I loved it too. A little too much.
I groan, thinking about how hot she made me and entertaining why she made me so hot. Melissa is different. Curvy hips, round perky ass, with what I’m guessing are some serious double-Ds. I usually date the model types, those who spend more time on their hair, shopping, and make-up and less time on anything that really matters. Why? Because they’re not looking for anything serious, and neither am I.
When I take a long hard look at all the political giants I know, every last one of them has a devoted wife, looking adoringly back at them―standing by them, raising their children, spearheading charities, and working tirelessly on their husbands’ campaigns―usually alongside the skanks their husbands are fucking when they’re not around. I’m not exaggerating. It’s what men of power are almost expected to do. But I swear to Christ, I’m not going to be one of them.
Friday, March 3, 2017
Crave Me by Cecy Robson ❄️ Review, Book Tour & Giveaway ❄️ (Contemporary Romance)
Wren O’Brien isn’t your typical female. As the only girl from a loud Irish family with seven siblings, she prefers fast cars to lip gloss and bad boys to good men. It’s the reason she’s nursing a wounded soul and keeping her distance from a dangerous ex.
Evan Jonah is running an empire and just moved from the lavish thoroughfares of London to the gritty streets of Philadelphia. When he walks into the nearest dealership, he’s expecting to find a reliable vehicle to handle the brutal winters, not a sexy female car rep with killer legs.
Wren doesn’t know why “Hotness in a Suit” asked her out. She doesn’t expect a great time or a night of passion that knocks her on her ass. But that’s exactly what Evan shows her.
She also never counted on how hard and fast she’d fall. But men like Evan—good men with even better hearts—don’t desire tough-talking Philly girls for long.
Evan has never met a woman like Wren. But he’s up for the challenge and ready to prove her wrong.
An amazingly touching love story!
I LOVED the love in this book.
First of all, I loved Wren. Raised by six brothers, she knew sports, could throw down at any time and swore like a trucker. The fact that she's not the typical contemporary-romance heroine had me really intrigued.
Evan was absolutely adorable. Tough on the outside, yet he didn't fight his feelings once he realized what they were.
The story has some romantic-suspense elements in the form of Wren's ex, Bryant. This brought Wren and Evan even closer together, and the urgency of the situation put a lot of things into perspective for them.
And I almost cried like a baby at the end. Lol! The final scene was so touching and so well-written, and I can't wait to catch up with these two in the next book (this is totally a standalone!)
I am HOOKED on these O'Briens!!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)
I LOVED the love in this book.
First of all, I loved Wren. Raised by six brothers, she knew sports, could throw down at any time and swore like a trucker. The fact that she's not the typical contemporary-romance heroine had me really intrigued.
Evan was absolutely adorable. Tough on the outside, yet he didn't fight his feelings once he realized what they were.
The story has some romantic-suspense elements in the form of Wren's ex, Bryant. This brought Wren and Evan even closer together, and the urgency of the situation put a lot of things into perspective for them.
And I almost cried like a baby at the end. Lol! The final scene was so touching and so well-written, and I can't wait to catch up with these two in the next book (this is totally a standalone!)
I am HOOKED on these O'Briens!!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)
♥ My mouth is capable of three things: loud, louder, and non-stop (Wren)
♥ "You bring out the best in me, in and out of bed." I keep my eyes on hers to prove I mean what I say. "As much as I've lived, I wasn't alive until I met you." (Evan)
♥ "What are you thinking?" she asks.
I barely registered her edging forward. Yet here she is.
I meet the face that mesmerizes me and soothes my soul as effortlessly as my heart beats. "That the world can take my company, my money, and my health, but you're the one thing I can't live without." (Evan)
Again she crosses her legs. Again there are my eyes upon her. She raises her smooth dark eyebrows when she sees me watching her. “You like what you see?”
“Yes,” I respond, my voice lowering.
Her hand smooths across the counsel. “They come in cream and tan.”
“What?” I ask, jerking my focus between her and the road.
“The interior,” she says, tilting her chin. She laughs as my face heats. “What did you think I was talking about?”
I pretend to adjust the mirror before I end up on some “list”. “I thought you were discussing the vehicle in general.”
“No, you didn’t,” she says. She pauses as my body temperature rises several degrees. “Were you looking at my legs?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you were. You were totally checking me out.”
“Yes,” I respond, my voice lowering.
Her hand smooths across the counsel. “They come in cream and tan.”
“What?” I ask, jerking my focus between her and the road.
“The interior,” she says, tilting her chin. She laughs as my face heats. “What did you think I was talking about?”
I pretend to adjust the mirror before I end up on some “list”. “I thought you were discussing the vehicle in general.”
“No, you didn’t,” she says. She pauses as my body temperature rises several degrees. “Were you looking at my legs?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you were. You were totally checking me out.”
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