Release Blitz and Excerpt for BOLD TRICKS (The Artist Trilogy) by Karina Halle



The Faster They Live, the Harder They Fall . . .
Raised by con artists, Ellie Watt has a lot of crazy childhood memories-but none crazier than being scarred with acid by the demented crime boss Travis Raines. Now Ellie is a full-grown woman who lives for revenge, and Travis is a full-blown drug lord who kills for pleasure. The sadistic bastard has kidnapped her good friend Gus as well as her mother, whom he’s been holding as prized possessions in his heavily guarded lair. And Ellie has only one chance in hell of getting them out alive-using two dangerous men who love her to death . . . One is Camden McQueen, a talented tattoo artist who’s made a permanent mark on Ellie’s heart. The other is Javier Bernal, her fiery ex-lover who’s busted more than a few heads in his time. From the crime-ridden streets of Mexico City to the predatory jungles of Honduras, this unlikely trio forms an uneasy alliance in the deadliest game of all-a gun-blazing battle to the finish that will pit enemy against enemy and lover against lover. And Ellie must choose the right man to trust . . . or die.
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The motel room was a lot nicer than the one we stayed at before. Sort of a Best Western, middle-ground quality of place. No roaches on the floors, no geckos on the wall. Shit mattresses, I discovered as I pounded my fist on the bed, but I didn’t care.

Camden had just put the final box on my bed, Violetta sprawled out on hers in a state of drug-induced euphoria, when I noticed Javier lingering at the doorway.

“I’m going to be meeting Dom in about twenty minutes,” Javier said to me. “Is that enough time for you to get ready?”

I frowned and he quickly added, “You know he’ll want you there, if this is going to get anywhere. I figured you might want to shower and look nice.”

He rapped his fingers along the doorframe, his mouth opening as if to say something else, then he turned and walked off.

Camden eyed me. “I’m going with you.”

“You might be kind of drunk, Camden,” I told him, though the determination in his voice warmed me like the finest cognac.

“I’ve never felt better,” he said, enunciating each word. His eyes, my god they were still such a clear fucking blue, even in the pallid light of the hotel room. They bore into me with such startling clarity, sending shivers down my back like trailing fingertips. He would be coming with me.

I wished he’d be coming in me. A vision of us in this hotel room, alone, him nailing me to the bed, the headboard banging, slammed into my head.

“Are you okay with that?” he asked.

I suppressed the thought, the flare of heat between my legs, and smiled quickly. “Yes, of course.”

Meanwhile Violetta’s head flopped to the side, her arm still bound to her stiffly in the sling, and started snoring lightly. I motioned to her. “Do you think it’s safe to leave her here?”

He watched her for a few moments, blinking a few times, before saying, “I think she needs to sleep it off.” He went and sat down on my bed. “I’ll be here when you get out.”

I grabbed my bag of clothes I had brought out of the car and brought it into the bathroom. I had a quick shower, trying to rub off all the grim – both real and imagined – with the flimsy hotel soap, then picked through my clothes. Everything that had been in my trunk was musty and wrinkled, some even dirty. I had a packet of unopened (and decidedly unsexy) Hanes underwear, a bra, another pair of jeans, a pair of gladiator sandals that I thought were dressy enough, a pair of Timberland hiking boots, a plain white tee shirt, a couple of wife-beaters, a coral-colored blouse, a plaid shirt, and a light blue tank dress that went to the ground. I wasn’t exactly known for my fashion sense and even with the cherry blossoms covering the scars on my leg, bringing me beauty that I didn’t have before, I didn’t see myself branching out anytime soon. Dressing up in my old clothes for Javier hadn’t exactly helped either.

I slipped on the tank dress, opting to go commando for the evening, and put on the sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror. Once again, I felt like a different person was staring back at me. This me, this Ellie, was tired and hardened. I rubbed the residue mascara away from under my eyes and applied a new coat. My skin was brown from the sun now and I didn’t need much else.

When I came out of the bathroom, Camden straightened up on the bed. I felt strangely shy in front of him, especially as his eyes trailed up and down the length of me.

“Do I look okay?” I asked him, feeling the need to say something. “I mean, if you can see me, that is.”

He bit his lip and stared, a multitude of emotions flashing through his eyes, too fast for me to pick up on each individual one. I thought I saw lust in there – maybe that’s what I wanted to see.

When he still didn’t say anything, I walked over to the dresser where I had my clutch purse left over from the other night at Travis’s and rifled through it for my lip stuff. His silence at my back was a heavy weight, laden with too many uncertainties between us. It was eating at me, burning through me, rendering me with a lead heart. There were so many things I had to focus on, to worry about, fucking impossible things, and yet I needed him to tell me I looked beautiful. I needed him to tell me I was something to him.

I heard him get off the bed and walk toward me, that heaviness, that warmth that he brought with his bones, teased at my back. He stopped, close enough to touch me, and I was about to turn around, perhaps to do something foolish, when he crouched down.

“How is my art?”

His hands found my leg, one of them lifting the hem of my dress, the other slowly moving over the cherry blossom tattoo. I sucked in my breath, holding completely still, trying to contain my nerves that were firing wildly as his fingers ran along the ridges of the ink. He touched me gently over every vine, leaf and petal, until I had to supress a shaky moan that that tried to escape from my lips.

“It feels fine,” I said softly when I found my voice.

“It looks beautiful,” he said.

“I had a beautiful artist,” I told him. I turned at the waist and look down at him, my blue dress glowing in his tanned hand, his other one placed firmly around my calf, his strong fingers imparting heat that sunk deep. He was looking up at me, lips parted slightly.

I couldn’t take a second more of this.

I turned and dropped to the ground, my knees rubbing against his.

I grabbed his face, his rough stubble pressing into my palms, and kissed him.


There was surprise for a second, a hesitation, a pulse that refused to beat on. Then Camden kissed me back, his soft lips enveloping mine, his mouth opening to give me life. He put his hand behind my head, holding it there with power and control.

My heart was an elevator car, the cable suddenly snapped, and I was freefalling and falling and falling as his lips and tongue and hot, wet mouth took away every inch of my resolve. The more he kissed me, the deeper and longer we found each other, the thirstier I got for him. I felt like if we stopped, I would die, empty on the inside and forever longing.


About Karina Halle:
Karina Halle
Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and the USA Today Bestselling author of Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, and other wild and romantic reads. She lives in a 1920s farmhouse on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

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Blog Tour for Love, In The Fast Lane by Rie Warren




Date of release: December 11, 2014
List Price: $3.99 .99 cents Preorder and First Day Sale. (all previous preorders will be honored at the lower price). Sale runs through December 11th. Price reverts to $3.99 on December 12th.


Title: Love, In The Fast Lane
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #2
Author: Rie Warren
Publisher: Rie Warren
Published titles: Four full length novels within the past
twelve months including the Don’t Tell series published by Grand
Central-Forever Yours.
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Page count: Approx 270 pages
Keywords: alpha male, biker, southern, humor
New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in
love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to
get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto
Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for
the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.
Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly
untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric
attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a
family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.
Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers
Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw
wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have
Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?

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“You get to me and I don’t want to be got
.” Cat slung herself into the chair next to mine.
“I like getting under your skin.” Pulling her chair closer, I pinned her
legs between mine. I caressed along her neck until I cupped her face. “If you
give us a shot, I guarantee I’ll make it worth your while.”

She slammed her lips against mine. This kiss was volatile and urgent as
our tongues fucked against each other. I slipped back for a moment, listening
to her jarred breaths. That goddamn ponytail had to go. I freed the elastic as
she unbuttoned the shirt I’d thrown on earlier. Playing with the line of hair
down my torso led Cat to my jeans. Her palm cupped my hard cock hidden beneath
the rough fabric.

Fuck. FUCK!

Straight black sheaths of sweet smelling hair fell to her waist. “Jesus
Christ, Cat.”
My fingers spun through the silken strands. When she claimed my mouth
once more, that black velvet curtain closed around us. With one hand at the
back of her head, the other on her waist, I pulled her into me. The sweet wet
pressure of her mouth and tongue made me dizzy. Her gasps and moans were hot as

“Stand up for me,” I ordered.

When she did, I kicked her chair away. She stood between my spread legs.
Her pale blue irises were almost eclipsed by her pupils as she gazed down at

I skimmed a knuckle along the buttons on the front of her shirt. “Any
more ink?”
“Maybe you’ll have to find out.”

I unbuttoned her up-to-the-throat, down-to-the-wrists top. Underneath was
a scant black bra, the cups overflowing with mounds of flesh.

I gave her a wicked grin. “I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more
than uncover you inch by inch.”

Kissing her stomach, I listened to her gasp. I worked her shirt down her
arms, leaving it bunched at the wrists by the cuffs. The flat of my hand moved
down the center of her body and back up. When I reached the front clasp of her
bra, I gave it a tug. “Can I?”
She inhaled shakily. “Yes.”

I unclasped the hook, and oh holy shit. Her tits burst forth. I rocked
back in my seat and stared. “Maybe not any more ink, just these beauties?”
“Nicky,” she whimpered.

That was the best sound on the planet, but it wasn’t to be outdone by the
sight right in front of me. I touched the very tip of one nipple, barely
holding myself in check. But fuck, I wanted to feast on her with my eyes before
I sucked on her with my mouth. Her teardrop-shaped tits were topped by
plum-colored nipples. But that wasn’t it, not by a long shot. Cat’s sexy,
dusky-colored nipples were fucking pierced. I circled one with my fingertip,
then the other. I tucked my finger into the dangling filigree decoration
hanging from one piercing and flicked it.

“Nicky,” she groaned, her hands digging into my hair.

I lifted my mouth to her, sucking a hot, pert pearl of flesh into my
mouth. Sucking it in, letting it slip out. Nibbling on the jewelry, I tugged
with my teeth it until she moaned. And because I was pretty damn sure I’d never
get enough of having my face in her tits, I moved to the other one. Licking,
tonguing, suckling. Oh yeah. The
suckling, she liked that, maybe as much as I was getting off on it. Her moans
escalated the longer I held her nipple and jewelry in my mouth, curling my lips
around her. Grunting, I moved into the deep valley between. I lapped there too.

I sat back for a moment. Her tits glistened and the color of her peaks
was even deeper. Her skin was pink from my face rubbing against her. The
piercings swayed with each of her breaths, her hips did too, silently asking
for more.

“Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I growled.

I reached up and pulled her face to mine. My lips were rough on hers. She
was just as hungry, lashing her tongue into my mouth, rasping it across my
teeth and cheeks.
I let her go. I needed more of her breasts. “I’m gonna be here awhile.
You don’t mind, do you?”

She quickly shook her head. Her long black hair swished around her back.
Her mouth opened, but all that came out was a long low mewl. The sound set my
stiff cock right on the edge of release. I swooped down to nuzzle and tease her
some more. With my hands clasped at her waist, my thumbs circled her taut
belly, which trembled.

I unbuttoned her jeans. “How about this, darlin’? Is this okay?”

Her nails scratched across my scalp, pulling me closer.

I’d take that as a yes.



“Humor, romance, loveable characters, and
hot sex. Talk about one hell of a winning combo.” ~Hines and Bigham’s
“If you like the good guy who just happens
to be badass, who’s not afraid to fall hard for the woman he knows is meant for
him, then Josh Stone is at your service.” ~Literati Book Reviews
“Drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern
bad Boy, LOL moments and my favorite – romance authors UNCENSORED.” ~Lustful
If you want to laugh, cry and just
enjoy yourself while reading a really great romance this is the book for
you!” ~5 Rockin’ Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews


Carolina Bad Boys #3
Coming in April 2015
Brodie Steele is a badass biker dude. Ashe Kingston is a
sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they
hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.

RIDE Novella from book #1 STONE is coming
January 8, 2015

Carolina Bad Boys novella
January 8, 2015
The full, sexy, New Adult
version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series. 
College man Jase Everly
has bad boy written all over him. Rides a
Check. Has tats? You
bet. Couldn’t give a shit about rules? He’s
all over that.
When he’s cut off from
the oil baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his
bike habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he’s proud
Top-notch student Avery
Greene is a good girl. Deans List, never
missed a class, straitlaced material. She’s on the college fast track until one
night and one jock destroy her life.
hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.
She ignores the pain
inside her, and she’s sure she hates Jase from the moment she lays
eyes on him. 
problem is
Avery needs someplace to stay,
and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight. Now they’re going to
live together.
That’s what she said.



Author Bio:

 Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t
series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing
boundaries beginning with
In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot,
and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a
writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without
one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and
followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to
children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to
her calling. Her work has been called
daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect
with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is
represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Exclusive Excerpt and Review for In His Shadow by Tiffany Snow


In His Shadow

Book: In His Shadow

Author: Tiffany Snow

Release Date: December 16, 2014

Publisher: Montlake Romance

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Available on Amazon



Ivy Mason is hiding—from her past, from herself, and from anyone who could love her. The only kind of love she’s ever known hurts, leaving scars on her body and soul. Now, her world may be boring and predictable, but that’s exactly what she wants. Until Devon Clay walks into her life.

A lonely man in a deadly profession, Devon works as an agent for an underground British agency known only as the Shadow. Nothing about him is safe or ordinary. The danger that consumes his life turns into an addiction Ivy can’t resist . . . even if it proves fatal.

As Ivy’s past begins to catch up with her, she wonders if love really is the twisted thing she’s always thought it was. Maybe it could be more with this man, who’s shown her that she doesn’t need to protect herself from everyone. Is what she feels for Devon worth the risk? He may save her heart or break it, if she manages to stay alive.

Exclusive Excerpt: In His Shadow by Tiffany Snow
I turned the corner and nearly ran into someone in the tight corridor. Murmuring an apology, I glanced up, the words dying on my tongue. Devon stared back down at me and the look on his face was anything but friendly.
Barely had I processed this when his hands went to my waist and he turned me, pushing my back against the wall. I had no warning whatsoever before he kissed me.
Devon’s lips were warm and soft, and I felt the roughness of his palms as his hands lifted to cradle my face, his fingers slipping into my hair. He wore a cologne with a scent unfamiliar to me—sandalwood and spice tinged with something else, his own skin maybe. His body was pressed fully against mine and was harder than I’d imagined it to be.
My surprise left me temporarily immobile, my jaw dropping in shock at his actions. Devon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding between my parted lips to brush against my own. I could taste wine on his tongue, hot and sweet.
Devon’s hold on me was unyielding, keeping my head where he wanted it, and I couldn’t have gotten away if I’d tried. It was overwhelming, my head spinning at the feel and taste of him. His jaw was roughened slightly with the day’s growth of whiskers, their soft abrasion against my skin a masculine touch that turned my stomach into a nest of butterflies.
Just as suddenly as he’d begun the kiss, he ended it. I opened my eyes, but he wasn’t looking at me. A man had just walked past us and out the back door. Devon was watching him.
“Have a lovely evening, Ivy,” Devon said, his lips brushing my ear. His voice was a deep rasp that combined with the warmth of his breath to send a shiver down my spine.
I opened my mouth to say something, I didn’t know what, but he was already gone.
Review by Saffron

When I finished In His Shadow, I didn’t know what to think. As a huge fan of Tiffany’s Kathleen Turner series, I was accustomed to a certain level of romance. This book is nothing like that series, but in a good way. It’s been hard for me to put into words what happened with this book. I thought about this book for days after I finished reading it.

I was pulled in right away with Ivy and her opinion of Devon. Throw in secondary character Logan, who is a hot lawyer, and I kept turning the pages.

As the storyline unfolds and the beautiful Ivy has more things revealed, I really began to see that this is not a beautiful flowery glittery love story. She wasn’t just a bank teller. Devon, as a man of mystery, threw me for a loop. What was he after? Why was he even around?

There was a lot of action and as I kept on reading, more and more questions would pop into my head. When I thought I had things figured out, something different would happen. There was no lack of sex either for those who are after that. As the first book of a series, I knew when I finished that I needed more. I could see a number of things happening between Ivy and Devon, and the ending left room for the possibility of so many things in my mind.

I had to rate this 4 stars. As much as I wanted to rate it 5 stars, I couldn’t since I wasn’t sure how I initially felt about this book. I can’t wait to read the second one and see which direction the story goes. I would recommend this to any lover of a thriller and suspense, but caution a Kathleen Turner series fan before they read it.


Author Biography


Tiffany Snow was born in St. Charles, Missouri, where she developed a fondness for trivia games, the music of Elvis Presley, and romance novels. After earning two bachelor’s degrees—one in social studies education and the other in history—she went on to work in the information technology field. Now, the author of the popular Kathleen Turner Series writes full-time, when she’s not quoting When Harry Met Sally or dancing along to her favorite ’80s hair band. She resides in the Midwest with her husband of eighteen years and their two daughters.







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Release Blitz for Flirting with Destiny by Eve Carter







“Damn my father and damn this trip. He died and left his affairs in a mess for me to settle. If I return to my hometown, I know the inevitable will happen. I’ll run into Lauren Mitchell! When someone blasts a hole on your heart, like Lauren did to me, it tends to stay open and seeing her again will not ease the pain.”

Aedyn Dell Cumberland left his small hometown after watching his mother pass away in the hospital the night of his high school graduation. In the years to follow he distanced himself completely from the small town and was transformed from a member of the geek squad to a handsome and successful businessman.
When he finally returns to attend his father’s funeral, he runs into his high school crush, Lauren Mitchel. Old feelings he’d wanted to be left buried are stirred up until he learns about Lauren’s short-tempered boyfriend.
Can a couple miss their destiny the first time, and then get another chance at it? Or will Aedyn’s heart remain a puppet for which Lauren holds the strings?

Don’t miss the latest erotic romance, Flirting with Destiny: Aedyn Book 1, by New York Times Bestselling author, Eve Carter.

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About Author

I am a true romantic at heart and with a modern contemporary erotic twist to my romance novels, you had better fasten your seat belt, as the ride is always fun, exciting and fiery.
Living in Southern California, but a mid-westerner at heart, I find plenty of inspiration for my books in my own exciting life. I have always loved the arts and as a young girl, I took dance classes and spent the summers reading books from the local library. Fascinated with the written word and its power to guide the imagination, I started writing short stories and later took Creative Writing classes in college. I graduated from The University of Iowa with a B.A. in Journalism and an M.A. in Higher Education. I also have a Teaching Credential from Chapman University in Southern California.

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Blog Tour for Keep It Safe (KIS #2) by Olivia Snow

Title: Keep It Safe
Series: KIS #2
Author: Olivia Snow
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 16, 2014
Eight months ago Vanessa Saint John’s life was a lot different than it is now…
After losing Gabriel, and the discovery of his and Ava’s indiscretions, Vanessa becomes depressed and turns to partying and alcohol as a distraction.Recognizing that she’s spiraling out of control, she manages to turn her life around. Still, her mother poses as a problem, and like the social climber she is, she fixes Vanessa up with the very rich and affluent Stellen Webb. Vanessa is nothing more than a pawn in her mother’s quest for wealth and recognition, and unknowingly Cynthia pushes Vanessa into the arms of another man; (needs something to describe Diesel here, like her worst nightmare or something) Diesel Knox.
Clean and sober Ava has spent the last eight months in Sicily running away from her problems, until her mother summons her back to Colorado…Reluctantly Ava returns to a broken Vanessa, a bartending job, and an unexpected love interest. Maxwell Gallagher, a much older man, who has a six-year-old son.
Will Vanessa finally break free of her parents grip? And will Ava finally find the happiness she so desperately seeks or will she forever be in the hell of her own making?


“What are you doing?” I asked my
voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
“Tasting you.” He groaned sucking
me off his fingers. Oh. My.
“Is that supposed to turn me on?”
My stare glued to his mouth.
“Aw, shit baby don’t talk like
that, or I’ll say forget this self-restraint bullshit and take you against this
damn wall.”
“What if I want you too?” I
gripped his belt buckle forcing him back against me.
“Fuck, Vanessa, don’t tell me
that.” He groaned resting his forehead against mine.
“Why, Diesel? Don’t you want me?”
My audacity, I justified, was coming from the orgasm he just gave me.
“Of course I fuckin’ want you,
I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, but I’m not takin’ you against
this wall. When I make you mine, it’ll be on a bed while I slowly peel off your
clothes. When I can cherish and devour this perfect body of yours because
that’s what you deserve, Vanessa, and not a quick fuck against a wall, you
deserve to be made love to.” My heart tugged even though getting fingered
outside against the wall was very, uh, unromantic, having him say things like
that made me trust him and want him even more.
“Okay.” I replied.
“Okay.” He agreed, “I want to
dance with you.” He said taking my hand we began walking towards the inside of
the house. Which made me wonder why he was here to begin with.
“Wait, why are you here?” I said
pulling him back.
“I was invited.” He replied
tightening the hold on my hand.
“By who?” Diesel slowed he turned
to look at me.
“The girl I was playing beer pong
with.” Oh. Oh! He came with another girl a girl he probably already slept with
or was going to have sex with. Which made me feel cheap, and then I remembered
I had a boyfriend, which made me even feel worse. What was I doing? This wasn’t
like me. I wasn’t this girl. Pulling my hand out of his grasp I
hugged myself before speaking.
“I have to find Mallory, I’m not
feeling to well.” I said walking away from him.
“Vanessa, no wait. It’s not what
you’re thinkin’. I just needed a distraction I need somethin’ to do than to
think about you all day.” He said curling his hand around my arm to stop me.
“You mean someone to
do.” I said yanking my arm free.
“You have a boyfriend, what am I
supposed to do, Vanessa?” He loved to remind me.
“I know okay! I know I have a
boyfriend.” I covered my face frustrated that I did. Ashamed that I just let
Diesel do that to me, while there was still Stellen in the picture.
“I want to be with you, and it
sure as hell seems you want to be with me. So, cut that chump loose so we can
be together.”
“It’s not that easy, Diesel. You
don’t understand.” I sighed my hands falling to my sides. Diesel looked at me
in defeat, “fuck,” he sighed rubbing is face. “Give me a call when it gets
easy.” Diesel walked away, and worse yet, I let him.

Olivia Snow lives in a lovely town in Colorado, with her wonderful husband and three beautiful but highly energetic children that she can barely keep up with. Her day is devoted to chasing after her three monsters, cleaning, cooking and often times tearing out her hair.
She loves drinking coffee eating chocolate and cheesecake. In her free time, you can catch her reading a steamy book, watching juicy drama filled reality TV or just cuddling with her yummy hubby.



Blog Tour for Lost by Sarah Ann Walker

Title: Lost
Author: Sarah Ann Walker
Genre: Adult, Dark Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2014
Cover Designer: James Freeburg
My name is Sophie Morley, and this is my story of loss.
I used to be mature, professional, and stable. I used to have friends and colleagues who respected me. I used to be someone I respected. I knew the life I wanted, and I lived within my forever plans. I was everything I thought I should be.
Then I met the man of my dreams, and everything changed in me. Everything I was and everything I was to become changed with his love. And I’ve never regretted one single moment of the life we shared.
My name is Sophie Morley,
and I am lost.

I met Peter in Sunshine and Life.
I met Peter, and I saw the life I wanted. I saw the man I wanted and the life I dreamed of. I couldn’t understand why, but I looked at a total stranger and everything stopped for me in that one moment of time.
Much later, when I would question our first meeting Peter would say it was his aura and our connection that changed me. Sometimes he said fate or kismet played a hand in our lives crossing paths. He had endless answers as to why I felt the initial strangeness when we met, but I’ve never known if his explanations were true.
Thinking back I would love to remember something meaningful happening or something dramatic occurring in those first moments I saw him, but there wasn’t.
I had never known that inst-love crap people talk about, and honestly that isn’t what happened. I didn’t look at Peter and love him- I looked at Peter and I felt unsure of myself for the first time in my life.

Peter really was nothing special, but everything amazing to me as I watched him sleep.
So on impulse, I climbed up the bed slowly and quietly, and laid myself against his body. Lying on him, I just listened to him breathe for a moment before lifting to leave him. Yet as I tried to move away his arm snaked out of the sheet and he pulled me back down on him.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered.
“Stay… I love you lying on me. And I’m strong enough to hold you up when you need to be held, Sophie,” he whispered back as I immediately choked up.
After a few silent moments, I heard myself suddenly say, “You’re going to fall in love with me,” as I froze against him.
“I know,” he whispered back.
And that was it. He said nothing further, and I couldn’t speak.

Created by: Michelle Ryan
Sarah Ann Walker is a Scottish Canadian who was raised in Canada, where she attended McMaster University as an English major. In 2002 Sarah met and married her American husband and they chose to remain in Canada together where they raise their son.
In the summer of 2012, during a manic two week period Sarah was transformed into the main character of ‘I am HER…’ released November 2012. The sequel ‘THIS is me…’ followed in November 2013. In May 2014 Sarah released the dark ‘My Dear Stranger’, followed by LOST in November 2014.
Sarah can be found on Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.


Blog Tour and Review for The Rocker Who Shatters Me by Terri Anne Browning




The Rocker Who Shatters Me

A Bet…

Yes, I made a bet with my best friend—my now ex-best friend.
It had been a stupid, heat of the moment kind of thing. I’d just wanted to get
her out of my system and move one. Instead I’ve lived to regret it ever since.
I lost the girl I loved, a girl that possessed my very soul. Now I can’t even
get close to Natalie. She thinks all she ever meant to me was just the means to
the end of a stupid, stupid game.

…For a Bet!

In the span of one night I’d gone from thinking I had a
future with the man I loved to SHATTERED at his feet. I can’t get over it. The
pain is too strong, too destructive as it festers more and more inside of me.
And then my friend came up with the perfect revenge for both our broken hearts.

“I bet you…”

Those three little words gave me a reason to ball my pain up
and throw it back in Devlin Cutter’s face. I would let him back in, let him
think he had a chance with me once again. And then I would walk away, leaving
him broken and bleeding at my feet as he once had left me.

This time he would be the one SHATTERED.


One Year Ago
The concert had
been over hours ago, but the band still had another thirty minutes of meeting
fans. I tried not to let my irritation at the ten women and five men still
standing in line show on my face as I continued to do my job.
I just wanted
everyone to leave, so that I could wrap this night up and go out with Devlin. 
That wasn’t asking too much was it? To get to spend a little time with my
boyfriend, doing what normal couples do rather than having to share him with
his fans? Well, I didn’t think it was asking very much.
For the last few
days we hadn’t even had a few minutes alone, and it was about to drive me
crazy. I couldn’t even kiss the man I loved without having someone pop up on us
on the bus, or climb into bed with him at night without something coming up to
keep me out of his arms for the night.
I was starting to
think that fate didn’t want me and Dev together. But that was ridiculous. It
had taken us a long time to get to the place we are now, with us loving each
other rather than fighting our feelings. I was happy, and there wasn’t anything
on the planet that would keep me from being with Devlin Cutter.
realizing what I was doing I stopped and my eyes sought out the man in
question. He was sitting down at his table while the fans made their way from
Axton’s, then to Wroth’s, Zander’s, Liam’s and ending at his. He was smiling up
at some guy who was talking a mile a minute. That smile was one of my favorite
sights in the world, the way his aquamarine eyes crinkled at the edges and his
three day old beard hid the dimples that I was such a sucker for. His even,
white teeth stood out against his dark tan complexion and made me want to kiss
him to see if he still tasted like the toothpaste he’d used before taking the
stage earlier that night. My heart melted along with another part of my anatomy
when I saw that smile.
“It’s weird that
one of my best friend’s sister is dating my dad,” Harris complained as he
stopped beside of me.
I turned to frown
down at him, trying to figure out if he was teasing me or if he was serious.
He’d always found something to tease me about over the last few years. He was
good friends with my little sister, Jenna, and I’d always had a soft spot for
Harris despite the fact that I’d seemed to always be in love with his father
from the moment I’d laid eyes on him. But this was a serious matter. If he
really thought that it was weird that I was dating his dad, then I wanted to
deal with it now.
Harris grinned up
at me, reminding me so much of his father that it was hard not to love this kid
as if he were my own. Yeah, now that was the weird part. I was twenty-two years
old to his fifteen. That was extremely weird to me. “Relax, Nat. I’m just
messing with you. I think it’s kind of cool that you are with Dad. He’s smiled
a lot more in the last few weeks than I’ve seen him smile in a long time.”
Relief washed over
me and I punched him in the arm. “You are such a punk, you know that?”
“Yeah. You tell me
that on a daily basis. But you love me anyway.”
“Sadly enough, that’s
true.” I punched him again and forced my attention back to the job at hand. I
still had things to do so that I could leave when Devlin was finished. “I’ve
got stuff to do, wanna help me?”
“You mean work
when I could go back to the hotel, order room service and watch newly released
movies?” Harris raised a brow at me like I was crazy for even asking such a
question. “Yeah, sure, why not? I can help you out, earn brownie points with
your sister, and make my dad think that I’m a good kid all at once.”
“Brownie points
with Jenna?” I questioned as I lead him back toward the stage the band had
performed on earlier that night. “Why would you need to earn…?” I broke off
when I realized why he would want to. “My sister will never like you like that,
Harris.” There were plenty of reasons why I didn’t think that Harris and my
sister would be anything other than friends. 
But the major one was the only one
that I needed to know that Harris was wasting his time on Jenna.
My sister had
realized when she was fourteen that she wasn’t into guys. Plain and simple. Of
course, I was the only one who knew that little piece of information, because
Jenna thought our mother would freak out at having a lesbian for a daughter.
Jenna wasn’t wrong. Stella Stevenson would probably disown her youngest
daughter if she ever found out about her gender preference. 
Our mother was a
total bitch like that. I hadn’t always thought that way, of course. When you’re
a kid you don’t notice the things adults would about someone. It had taken Jenna,
however, to open my eyes to our parent’s small minded bitchiness. When Jenna
had run away to find our brothers because she was tired of our mother putting
Drake down when Jenna would watch America’s Rocker every week and gush that one
of the judges was her brother, I’d seriously opened my eyes. It was then that
I’d realized that my brothers had never been the bad guys, had their reasons
for not wanting a relationship with me or my dad when their own mother had
died. It had all been my mother’s doing, and I couldn’t blame Drake and Shane
for turning their backs on my dad and me when my mother had forced our dad to
turn his back on them when they had needed him so desperately.
With Harris
helping me it still took more than forty minutes to finish up all the after
show things that needed my attention so that I wouldn’t be as busy the next
night. When we were finally finished I gave the fifteen year old a hug and told
him to head on back to the hotel. Harris yawned and nodded. “I’m beat. Have fun
with Dad.” He grinned, flashing those damn dimples of his that were identical
to his fathers and with a wink left.
Laughing I watched
him walk away before I shook my head and lowered my gaze back to the list I had
in my hands, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. I was so lost in thought,
my eyes critical on the long list in front of me that I didn’t hear footsteps
until a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
Devlin nuzzled my
hair aside with his nose and placed an open mouthed kiss against the sensitive
flesh just under my left ear. “Miss me?”
The mere sound of
his deep voice made me shiver and I rocked my hips back against him, delighted
at the feel of his hard growing against my ass. “More than you will ever know,”
I assured him as dropped my clipboard on the ground without caring if I’d
finished everything on the list or not. Turning in his arms I wrapped my own
around his neck, letting my eyes drink in the sight off his beautiful face
before brushing my lips over his in a teasingly soft kiss.
Just as I knew he
would, Devlin made a low grumbling sound deep in his chest, almost like he was
purring and unwrapped his arms from my waist so that his hands could tangle in
my long hair. His fingers locked my head into place so that he could take
control of the kiss and devour my mouth in a kiss that left me aching for him
in a way no one ever had before.
When he finally
lifted his head, just an inch or two so that he could brush his lips over the
tip of my nose, I was breathing hard and rubbing my lower body against his
hard-on. “You ready to go?”
After that kiss I
was more than ready, and going to some club where we would be surrounded with
countless strangers for a few hours was definitely not what I wanted to be
doing. “Can’t we just go back to our hotel room and make love?” I murmured,
placing my hands on his chest and tracing little hearts over each male nipple
through the material of his OtherWorld T-shirt.
Devlin raised a
brow at my request. “What happened to the whining girl that left my bed this
morning, complaining about me never taking her out?”
If he hadn’t been
smiling I might have slapped his face. I hated it when he teased me like that.
But I could tease him, too. “I’m a woman, Dev, not a girl. Your woman,” I
murmured in a breathy whisper as I stood on tip toe so that my kiss damped lips
could brush over his ear, making him tremble just like I had earlier. “And your
woman has every right to change her mind a thousand times before she finally
decides to settle on what she really wants. And what your woman wants right now
is for you to take her back to our room and let her suck your dick.”
With a muttered
curse Devlin picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. One big hand swatted
across my ass, making a loud smacking sound as he hurried for the closest exit.
“You are an evil little bitch, you know that Nat?”
I propped my head
up on my hand so that I didn’t get dizzy from the way he was carrying me. “So
you’ve told me a hundred times before. But you like it.”
“No, babe. I
fucking love it.” He was practically sprinting as he headed toward a row of
taxies waiting in front of the civic center, his long legs eating up the
distance in no time. I heard a door open and then he dropped me onto the bench
seat before climbing in after me. But instead of the address of our hotel he
gave the name of the club he’d mentioned over lunch earlier that day.
“Dev,” I whined
wanting to just go back to our room and have him sink deep into me for the rest
of the night.
With a deep
chuckle he wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me against his side. 
“Nat,” he mocked me. “Relax. We’ll have more than enough time for that later.
Right now I want to take my woman out and show her off at the club. Just like
you begged me for this morning.” His lips captured mine and his tongue snuck
out, licking my bottom lip until I opened for him.
We were still
kissing when the taxi pulled to a stop in front of a club with a line of people
all the way down the block. The driver cleared his throat loudly and Devlin
grumbled something against my lips before finally lifting his head and tossing
a hundred dollar bill at 
the man. “Keep the change,” he bit out as he opened
the door and pulled me out behind him. 
Once we were on
the sidewalk Devlin stopped and kissed me again. His long, raven black hair
fell forward, shielding us from the crowd that was lined up behind us. His
hands wrapped around my neck, telling me that he didn’t want me going anywhere
anytime soon. 
Didn’t he know that I would never be the first to step back? I
loved him more than anything or anyone on the planet. He was the reason I woke
up every morning with a smile on my face, the reason I hadn’t already lost my
mind on this tour.
How long we stood
there getting lost in our kiss I couldn’t honestly say. When he finally lifted
his head, his aquamarine eyes were dark with passion and he was smiling.
“Later,” he promised.
I licked my lips,
sighing when I tasted him there. “Yeah, later.”
Laughing he
grasped my hand and entwined our fingers, pulling me toward the front of the
line where two huge bouncers stood with headsets sticking from their ears and a
The first guy frowned at Devlin but the second stepped forward and
shook his hand. 
“Welcome back, Mr. Cutter.”
“Thanks, man.” He
reached into his pocket and pulled out something before seamlessly passing it
over to the other man. Another hundred or two I was sure. Would I ever get over
the fact that I was now surrounded by money? Sure, I hadn’t grown up poor, but
we sure as hell hadn’t been rich by any one’s standards. Devlin didn’t carry
anything less than a ten dollar bill in his wallet. If he got a fives or ones
back he just gave them away.
The man’s eyes
drifted over to me and he smirked when he took in my kiss swollen lips. I shot
him a glare and then the finger, making Devlin laugh as he stepped around the
two bouncers and into the club, much to the loudly protesting of the people
still in line. I knew that look well. I’d gotten more than once over the last
few weeks. People knew who Devlin was, and they had never—not ever seen him
with the same chick more than once. When they looked at me they assumed I was
just Devlin’s piece of ass for the night and would be discarded come morning.
And that was when
I got to do the smirking because I knew that I was going to be in my rocker’s
bed the next night and the night after and the night after that. He had
promised me that our relationship was something special to him. That what we
had would last because he cared about me.
Sure it hadn’t
been a declaration of loved, but it had been good enough for me. We’d only been
dating for a few weeks now, and I wasn’t in a rush. We had the rest of our
lives to say those three little words to each other.
Inside the club we
moved straight for the bar. Devlin ordered a beer for himself and a glass of my
favorite wine for me. I loved that I didn’t have to tell him what I wanted. He
knew me well and always thought about what I wanted or needed, in and out of
When the drinks
were placed in front of us I reached for my glass but Devlin shook his head and
lifted it to his lips. With his eyes locked on mine he took a small sip before
offering the glass to me. My panties dampened even more than they already were
as I turned the glass so that I could put my lips where his had just been. As I
took my first sip his eyes darkened and he mouthed a curse before swallowing
half his beer in one gulp.
Laughing I took
another drink of my wine and grabbed his hand. I didn’t need alcohol tonight. I
just needed him. “Dance with me?”
With another
swallow, the bottle of Samuel Adams was empty and he followed me onto the dance
floor. For the next hour I wrapped myself around Devlin and let myself go to
the beat of the music. I’d always loved to dance, but with Devlin holding me
close even through the fast songs, it was an exhilarating experience.
As we danced he
kissed me from time to time, but never more than a brush of his lips over mine.
We both knew that if we kissed like we both wanted that we would end up in a
bathroom stall, and Devlin would hate himself afterwards. The one time that we
had done something like that he’d been pissed at himself for three days because
he respected me more than that.
Our relationship
meant more to him than a quick fuck in some dirty bathroom.
Sweating like
crazy, I finally let him led me from the dance floor to rehydrate. We sat at
the bar while he drank another beer and I sipped at my water and curled my
fingers around the ends of his hair. My own hair was a light brown, with a few
blonde highlights. It wasn’t as long as his, but there wasn’t very many people
who did have hair as long and healthy as his. He loved my hair just as much as
I loved his. When we were in bed, lying beside of each other, he would lift a
few locks of my hair and kiss them as reverently as if he were kissing my skin
when we made love.
Devlin leaned
forward and kissed me, deeper than he had in over an hour. The taste of beer
didn’t completely mask his own unique taste and I opened my mouth, silently
begging him to take more. When he did I knew it was past time we left. My panties
were drenched and I was throbbing between my legs for his attention.
Without warning
Devlin stumbled against me. His hands caught me around the waist, righting us
both before I hit the bar. His eyes asked me if I was okay and I nodded before
he turned with a snarl to the man who had just pushed him.
“What the fuck
asshole?” Devlin demanded as he faced Zander. “You nearly made me fall on my
I nearly groaned
at the sight of Zander standing there. His glassy eyes told me he was drunk,
without having to see the further proof of it in the way he was walking. He’d
been drinking a more often over the last few weeks, even more so when Devlin
and I started seeing each other. I knew it was because of me and I hated it.
I’d never led him on, had always made it obvious that all we would ever be was
friends. That didn’t seem to matter to Zander, because he’d been nothing but an
angry bear to me and everyone else.
“Sorry, bro. I
didn’t see you standing there,” Zander said with a sneer before turning his
attention back to the bartender and ordering a shot and a beer.
Devlin clenched
his fists at his sides and I could tell he was about to punch his friend. 
had threatened to join the tour if they got into another fight, and I honestly
didn’t want to see more bloodshed between the two men. Stepping between Devlin and
Zander I put my hands on Devlin’s chest. “I’m ready to go, babe.”
Aquamarine eyes
lost some of their hostility when they landed on my face and I breathed a sigh
of relief. “Let me pay the tab, baby, and we’ll go.”
“Don’t let me rush
you off.” Zander tossed his shot of whisky back and slammed the small glass on
the bar top. Picking up his beer he turned toward us. Devlin was talking to the
bartender who had started his tab. I tried to ignore Zander, not wanting to
make Dev any more upset that he already was. The two had once been best friends
but now, because of me, they could barely stand each other. I hated that I was
the cause of the rift between them.
Zander’s cold hand
wrapped around my elbow and swung me around to face him. The smell of alcohol
on his breath made me blink a few times it was strong. “Stay and dance with me,
I gave him a grim
smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Until recently I’d thought we were
good friends. Now I wasn’t so sure. “I’m tired, Z. I just want to go back to the
hotel and go to bed.”
“No, you want to
go back to the hotel and fuck Dev.” His words made me gasp in pain because they
had been like a slap in the face. I didn’t deserve for him to talk to me like
“It’s alright. I just don’t get it, though. Dev’s won the bet, so I
figured once he had been in your pants he would move on. Must be some good
If his first words
had been a slap the rest was a punch to the gut. I felt tears burn my eyes even
as confusion clouded my brain. “What do you mean, bet?” I demanded louder than
I’d intended.
Behind me I felt
Devlin wrap an arm around me as he turned back from paying our bill. At my
question, however, I felt him stiffen. Zander gave me a drunken grin and tipped
his beer bottle to his lips, making me wait for a response even as I felt
Devlin shifting behind me.
“The bet I made
with Dev two months ago, babe. The one that he put his prized John Bonham drum
sticks up for grabs against my signed Geddy Lee bass.” Another drink of beer,
this one longer as his words burned like acid across my skin.
My fingers were
trembling as I grabbed the beer bottle from him and threw it on the ground
where it shattered and spilled what was rest of the contents across my sandal
clad feet. 
“What was the bet, Z?” I demanded through gritted teeth.
Another shrug, as
if he didn’t know or just didn’t care that his next words were going to shatter
my heart. As if his words weren’t going to destroy me the point of no return.
“First one to bag you was the winner. Lucky for Dev, he now has my bass.”
Devlin moved so
fast I didn’t see the fist as he swung out and punched Zander. Zander stumbled
back, knocking three people down in the process. I just stood there, watching
with deadened eyes as Devlin jumped his best friend. I didn’t move out of the
way as Zander somehow rolled and started punching Dev in the head. The glass
from the broken beer bottle didn’t faze them as they rolled around, fighting.
The fight went on
and on. People moving quickly to get out of their way. A table was destroyed,
two chairs and numerous bottles and glasses. I remember watching a live MMA
fight with Linc once, and that was what the two men before me seemed to be
doing right then. They twisted at odd angels to get their punches in, didn’t
seemed to care if they fought dirty or not when Zander double punched Devlin in
the stomach then kneed him in the balls.
Wasn’t that a big
taboo with men? Never go for another man’s package?
Devlin groaned in
pain but didn’t pause in his attempt to annihilate his friend. He gained the
upper hand in a move that I wasn’t sure possible for such a tall man and
started hitting Zander in the ribs.
Two bouncers broke
through the crowd and tried to pull Devlin off Zander. He shrugged them off
like they were just bees that annoyed him. Two more stepped forward to help and
finally they were able to break the two rockers apart. Both were bleeding,
throwing curses at each other in a verbal battle now that they could do so with
their fists.
Still I remained
where I was, not even sure if I were breathing because the pain that was
ripping through me was so consuming.
It was all a lie.
My relationship with Devlin Cutter was nothing more than the product of Devlin
wanting to win some bet against his friend. All our nights spent in each
other’s arms, all his whispered words of how much he cared about me, worshipped
me… They were all lies. I was nothing more than a bet. Nothing. I was nothing
to him.
Review by Noemi

To start out I have to say that Terri Anne Browning’s Rocker series is one of the top rock star series out there to date. Each book is continues the series flawlessly with such detail that readers are never disappointed.

We first learned of “The Bet” that shattered Natalie to her core destroying her budding relationship with Devlin and tore apart the friendship between Devlin and Zander in book 8, The Rocker Who Cherishes Me. Now we finally get the complete story.

As we learned in book 8 Marissa and Natalie decide to make a revenge bet of their own to make Wroth and Devlin suffer. However Natalie is unsure of whether she can keep her heart from being shattered again.

Oh course Devlin realizes the huge mistake he made with the bet. And also just how much he really loves Natalie and how he will stop at nothing till he has her back in his life.

The chemistry between these two is off the chart. However with some of the issues, insecurities and secrets they both face you almost fear that these two will not get their happily ever after.

Of course it wouldn’t be a Demon Wings/OtherWorld book without a look at the other wonderful couples. I have to say I really want to know what is happening with Shane and Harper.

If you haven’t started this amazing series I highly recommend you start with first book in the series The Rocker That Holds Me.

I give The Rocker Who Shatters Me 4.5 stars



The USA Today bestseller hated school and reading until her aunt handed
over her first romance novel at the age of twelve, as crazy aunts tend to do.
It gave her a passion for the written word that has only increased over the
years.  Started writing her own novellas
at the age of sixteen, forcing her sister to be her one woman fan club. Now she
has a few more fans and a lot more passion for writing. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella
was her first Indie published book. The Rocker That Holds Me changed the tables
and kicked off The Rocker… series featuring the sinfully delicious members of
Demon’s Wings. The Rocker… Series has since expanded to OtherWorld with Axton
Cage and his band members. Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their
three children, and a loveable Olde English Bulldog

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