I'm so happy to take part in this blog tour for Katie Delahanty'sBELIEVE!
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“Nothing like facing death to make you appreciate life,” he says, tucking a blanket around my shoulders and drawing me to his side.
“Thank you for looking out for us. I’m glad we had you and your stately sword standing guard.” I wave the stick I’m still carrying.
He laughs, and I feel him shift next to me. Suddenly his face is close enough to mine that I can see his eyes sparkling in the dark.
My stomach drops.
“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, you know. I would have saved you first.” His voice is rough, surprisingly serious, and his fingers tickle the back of my neck, making my insides tighten. He doesn’t give me time to respond—or to think. Caught in the gravity of his gaze, I’m vaguely aware of his hands cupping my jaw, and then he presses his lips to mine and all my nerve endings explode in a blinding white light. Urging my mouth open, he plunges deeper, and it is as if the earth tilts, forcing me to slide against him, pinning us together as one. I forget where we are or who may be looking; not that they could see us in the dark anyway. All I know is him—the pressure of his lips, the strength of his chest against mine—and hot longing pulsates deep inside me.
The Land Rover lurches forward, yanking us apart and wedging the cold wind between us. Shocked by the abrupt interruption, I fumble for him in the night as we pick up speed, once again sailing over the plains.
“I’m sorry.” His voice arrives on the wind, barely audible over the whir of the tires. Finding me, he once again wraps me in his warmth, holding my back to his chest and resting his chin on top of my head. “I couldn’t help myself.”
I can feel his heart pounding through our shirts, and mine matches his pace. Overwhelmed with a sense of connectedness, oneness both with him and the earth, I twist to look up at him, admiring the outline of his jaw silhouetted against the starry sky. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.”
My words evaporate on the breeze, but he squeezes me in response, sending a hot thrill down my spine, and I settle back, unable to get close enough to him. Basking in the security of his arms as we bob and dip over the terrain, I wish I could bottle the fizzy joy bubbling in my veins that is making me believe I’m limitless, that we are invincible.
Series:The Brightside #3
Publication Date: October 24, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, New Adult Romance
My name is Amanda Conrad and I. Am. A doctor.When my cousin Liv whisked me away to South Africa to be maid of honor in her super-secret celebrity wedding, I was about to begin a five-year residency at NYU and was on my way to becoming a plastic surgeon. My plans definitely did not include a rock-star best man sweeping me off my feet.
But what happened in South Africa needed to stay there—he’d return to his touring and I’d start my residency, with our fond memories of a whirlwind, fairy-tale week. But now nothing feels right—I’m questioning my once solid plans, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Our lives are so different… Am I ready to risk everything I’ve worked for since I was thirteen—and put my heart on the line? To dream bigger than I ever thought possible? To believe I can have it all? That’s the thing about growing up…sometimes you have to be brave enough to redefine happily ever after.
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Book #2 In The BrightSide Series...
My name is Olivia Bloom and I. Am. Engaged.
When Berkeley proposed I thought we’d live happily ever after—we’d plan our wedding and he’d tour with the Brightside while I continued designing lingerie. But instead he dropped a bombshell that turned my life upside down: he’s set to star in a movie with, who else, his gorgeous ex, Christina Carlton.
And what’s more? I’ve been erased from the public eye.
All anyone can talk about is #Berkstina.Berkeley wants me to work on set as a costume designer—a dream come true—but there’s a catch; we have to keep our relationship secret.
I’m okay with not being photographed, but the sneaking around, the lies, the love scenes; it’s not how I imagined our engagement.
I know Berkeley is passionate and driven, but he has so much going on—I don’t know if
we can take it. I’m starting to wonder how well I know him. I love him, but am I ready to drop everything and decide the rest of my life? To become Olivia Dalton?
I left for LA with everything I owned piled into my old Volkswagen and dreams of becoming a costume designer. Little did I know I’d wind up designing for a lingerie company—yeah, not sure how I landed this gig—and taken under the wing of two young Hollywood insiders. The fashion shows and parties were great, but life really got exciting when the seriously hottest lead
singer of my favorite band started to fall for me.
How does someone like me, an ordinary girl from Pittsburgh, wind up in the arms of the world’s sexiest rock star—surrounded by celebrities, fashion, and music—and not be eaten alive?
Berkeley is everything I've ever dreamed of in a boyfriend, but the paparazzi, the tabloids, the rumors, it's all getting a bit too crazy.
My life has become every girl’s dream come true, if only I don’t blink and lose it all…
Katie is a fashion designer turned novelist. She graduated with a BA in Communication Studies from UCLA and a Professional Designation in Fashion Design from FIDM. It never occurred to her that she was a writer until an economic crisis induced career shift from lingerie designer to ecommerce webmistress led her to start the company blog. Not being an expert in lingerie, she decided to write the blog as a fictional serial starring a girl named Olivia Bloom who worked for the lingerie line. And that’s when Katie fell in love with storytelling. She hasn’t looked back since. Katie lives in Los Angeles with her husband.
Thank you for stopping and get ready to Fall Into Romance!
We're going to share the romances that had us falling in love with the genre!
Or the ones that kept us smitten!
Stop by each blog for new recommendations and giveaways!
There's lots of blogs taking part, so.... Get hoppin'!
I was always a reader, and in my teens I had a thing for historical books, think Sebastian Faulks and Robert Ryan, not historical romance. These authors write amazing stories but what captivated me most about them was the romantic aspects.
(Check out Birdsong, Charlotte Grey and Early One Morning as prime examples.)
This resulted in me trying out some chicklit and I adored the blend of humour and romance! Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic books drove me NUTS - seriously, how can a character be that stupid?! - but I read them all because I really really shipped the relationship. This lead to more Sophie Kinsella books and I dare anyone to read Can You Keep A Secret and not fall in love with love!
However, the booked that sealed my 'chick-lit' love was The Nanny by Melissa Nathan. To this day, well over 12/13 years later, I adore that book! The romance is perfectly unperfect, the story so engrossing and heartwarming. It stole a piece of my soul and never gave it back.
But!The books that REALLY, really, made me fall in love with romance were paranormal romances. In particular, Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter series.
My first ever Dark Hunter book was Kiss of the Night - which I got for Christmas - and I NEEDED the previous books NOW!
This was easier said than done, for at the time ebooks were in absolute infancy and Sherrilyn Kenyon didn't have an UK publishing deal. I had to order them from the States and wait 3/4 weeks for them to arrive, but when they did? Oh man... The blending of dreamy romance, humour, tormented pasts and ass kicking defenders against evil was irresistible!
Sadly, over time I've lost my way with the Dark Hunters (happened just after Styxx which is like, book 22) but they definitely hold a special place in my bookwormish heart and I'll hold them close forever.
(FYI - My Favourite DH books are Dance With The Devil, Seize The Night, and Unleash The Night. Yes, all early ones... But I do love Styxx too. It's just a harder read.)
Now you know how I fell into romance, I'm giving away a $5 amazon giftcard to contribute to you falling into romance!
You may have noticed that things have been quiet on the blogging front from 'us' - and by 'us' I mean me as this is a one 'man' band - this year and if you noticed thank you! And I'm sorry. The simple fact is, I've been busy. Not busy with anything in particular, just busy with life. My job is demanding, I have a family and in the evenings I'm so brain dead I don't have the energy to blog, post on social media or generally care about what is happening in the book world anymore. In fact, it gets worse than not caring for the goings on in the book world... I barely have time, or inclination, to read anymore. When I do read, I can't be bothered writing a detailed review when so many books are now becoming virtually indistinguishable from each other and all I'm doing is repeating myself. I'm burned out. I'm tired. I feel obligated to do this and in the majority of cases nowadays, it is thankless... So I say to myself that I'm not doing this anymore. I decide to give it up for a bit. I decide to just walk away... Then I change my mind. I change my mind because of days like today. For today I got a message from an author I LOVE offering an ARC of a book I've waited over a year on and I got excited. I wanted to read! I got a happy little jolt of being thought of and appreciated. I felt the excitement of catching up with new and old characters. I felt satisfaction that I can contribute in such a small way to the success of a series I love... This is the reason I'm not willing to give it all up yet. The simple fact is, I love books. I want to feel excited by books again. My life was so much happier when I had time to read more. The decrease in reading time came with my new job, which is highly stressful, and the loss of my lunch hour. Yes, I can take a lunch hour, but I no longer do because lunch is spent at my computer working away so I can get everything done and make it to the school pick up on time... My life is different now than it was almost three years ago when I started this blog and I think to keep going I'm going to have to try something new. I'm going to have to do things differently. I'm going to do what I do for me and not for anyone else. I'm going back to the love of books. I'm not going to look at other book blogs and feel guilty for not posting as much, or reading as much... I'm not going to follow the 'trends' and read the 'must reads' because someone is telling me to... I'll read them if I find them myself and want to. I'm going to disconnect from the merry-go-round and march to the beat of my own little drum. I'm cutting out the nonsense. I'm not jumping on the PR bandwagon anymore - unless it's about something that makes me really really excited - I'm not going to sign up for every blog tour and blitz that drops in my inbox because I keep missing the posting dates simply because I can't muster the energy to do them anymore. Why sign up you ask? Because I feel like I need to, for it seems to be 'the done thing' in the book blogger community... However, I don't care anymore. Now, I'm not signing up for ANYTHING unless it makes me feel excited and passionate again. Although, that said, I will catch up with the load of stuff in my inbox - and anything I've signed up for and forgotten about that hasn't come up yet- as I do have some level of professionalism and feel shame for breaking commitments... These posts and reviews will be back dated because my OCD dictates it all be where it should have been... I'm also not going to spend time I don't have writing lengthy reviews... I'm not going to spend time writing piss-poor short reviews for books I've read either. (Seriously, have you seen my reviews lately? *shivers in horror*) I'll obviously still review but I'm going to try something new. So... Watch this space. Essentially, I'm going to simplify everything and see how it goes... If it doesn't work out, then I'll call time on this adventure. But, I have hope it'll all be okay. Wish me luck, and thank you for continuing to follow this blog. Nicci x
Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw… When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows it’s not for reals, but Dex won’t take no for an answer.
Dexter Blake’s life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he's focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he'd been secretly ogling. What's a guy to do but ask her out? It’s just a little revenge against a poser, and then he'll get his head back in the game.
But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between them…sizzles their clothes right off.
Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real…
Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written over fifty contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. She has written for Harlequin Mills & Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins, Momentum, Tule and Escape. She's sold over a million books and been translated into thirteen different languages including manga.
Amy spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia including a two year term as president and after many years of unofficial mentoring of emerging writers, Amy and her fellow Harlequin author Anna Cleary have started their own manuscript assessment business, Word Witchery, which specialises in romantic fiction. With unique insight into what makes a story that sells, Amy and Anna aim to help every manuscript shine.
Amy loves good books, fab food, great wine and frequent travel - preferably all four together. She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.
I'M ADDICTED TO HER, AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET MY FIX.
When a little girl shows up on the front stoop of the Fury's Storm HQ,
I tell her the obvious truth: "You're at the wrong place, hon."
But then she hands me a note that flips my world upside down.
It says she's my daughter.
I'm the last man on this earth who should be caring for a child.
The only women in my life are the rotating cast of scantily clad groupies who keep my bed warm at night.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with a daughter?
I tell my men to find a way to get Gigi back to her mother.
But they come back and tell me the girl's mom has disappeared without a trace.
Just then, a woman knocks at the clubhouse door.
I open it and freeze.
Jamie is a knockout to say the least.
She's pretty, but she doesn't know it.
Sexy, but she hasn't been made to feel it.
Eager, if only the right man were there to stoke her fires.
That's where I come in.
Jamie is Gigi's teacher and she's desperate to keep her favorite student safe.
But as clues to Gigi's mom's disappearance crop up in new and unexpected places, the two of us clash and mesh with wild intensity.
I've never felt like this about a woman before.
I want her.
I need her.
I crave her.
And I'm going to take her, again and again... Until I overdose.
My Rating: 2 out of 5 Stars My Thoughts: (Minor Spoilers)
I really liked the blurb for this book, but sadly that's where the liking ended. So many things were wrong with this book I barely know where to start so I'm just going to batter out a list...
An over-involved teacher who is WAY too attached and possessive of one of her students.
A self-righteous, know-it-all, leading lady... aka Miss Over-Involved Teacher.
Gigi's mother... I'm leaving this right here without elaborating to avoid a major spoiler.
Severe lack of chemistry between Mr. MC President and Miss Over-Involved Teacher.
Mr MC President and Miss Over-Involved Teacher going from disinterest, disdain, and annoyance to in lurrrrve within a couple of days.
Mr MC President being the wimpiest MC President I've fictionally encountered. Ever.
Whole book lacks grit and most characteristics of MC novels.
As for what I liked about this book? Easy. The cover.
Another redeeming feature was that the book ended around the 50% mark of the Kindle file... FYI the other 50% is a 'free' story which, after this, I just don't have the motivation to read.
Much better offerings exist in this genre... Very disappointing.
From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…
She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go. Edie Evans is gorgeous. Sexy. Kind. She’s also the definition of off-limits. But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night. But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too. The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again. Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd. Austin Stone is dangerous. Alluring. Tempting. He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him. Our desire is overpowering. Our need unrelenting. She is my hope. He is my weakness. We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.
“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.
I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.
Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.
But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification.
Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.
In my bed.
Wearing just her panties and my shirt.
An angel I wanted to dirty.
I always had.
Love was messy like that.
All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.
A fool thinking it might be enough.
God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight.
Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick.
Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me.
My breaths were coming short.
Panted and hard.
I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.
A soft, soft gasp.
I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind.
Just another part of this fantasy.
Until I heard the small thump against the wall.
I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me.
Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before.
Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed.
It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.
But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.
She stared right back at me.
And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.
Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do.
But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south.
Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train.
Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room.
She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.
My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
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