Monday, 15 October 2018

Ballistic by Keri Lake #coverreveal #teasers #giveaway


Title: Ballistic
Series: A Vigilantes Novel
Author: Keri Lake
Genre: Romantic Suspense, NA
Release Date: October 30, 2018

On the streets of Detroit, it’s the code we live by. You take from me, I take from you. A balance of power, and a ceaseless war between rivals.
As a foster kid from the projects, I never had much, besides an unshakable addiction to women and drugs. Only took one glance into the amber eyes of a slave for me to realize my two worst vices could be one and the same.
And the woman behind those eyes quickly became my obsession. 
Nicoleta is more than she seems. An enigma I’m determined to crack before time runs out and our enemies hunt her down. Except, she moves by her own trajectory, an unstoppable bullet on the warpath to track down the men who murdered a girl from her past.
Me? I’m the rogue whose path is less predictable. A junkie, fiending for the one thing I shouldn’t want: the only woman who gets me high. I want to keep her for myself, but when the unstoppable bullet finally hits her mark and secrets begin to unravel, another life must be paid. 
A heart for a heart.


 



 


Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees. When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing). She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.
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Friday, 12 October 2018

All My Life by Prescott Lane Blog Tour #bookreview #excerpt


All My Life by Prescott Lane Release Date: October 10, 2018


All My Life, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Prescott Lane.

The beginning of any love story starts with the meet.
I’ve known Garrett Hollis since before I can remember, and I’ve loved him just as long. I loved him while he loved someone else. I loved him when he had a baby with her. I loved him when she left him.

The greatest of love stories is that between a dad and his daughter. I should know. I’ve had a front row seat. First steps, first words, all the big moments. 

Garrett was just a teenager when Mia was born. I’ve watched him braid his daughter’s hair, hold her hand crossing the street, seen her asleep on his chest. I’m the best friend, the one they can count on for everything from dance lessons to motherly advice, anything they need. I’m their go-to girl.
The best part of any love story is the happily ever after.
But what if the happily ever after doesn’t include you?
All my life, that’s how long I’ve loved him.
Of course, he’s clueless.


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Excerpt:
As far as dates go, this one has been good. I like her. She’s attractive, funny, smart, seems to have her head on straight. All the boxes are checked. This should be the point where I kiss her, ask her out again. I should be devising ways to get in this woman’s panties, but instead I’m thinking more about yanking down the tutu of one very sexy Biscuit Girl. I should be thinking about how to get this woman to fall for me, but it’s me that’s fallen. I should have one thing on my mind, and I do — Devlyn.
There’s just one big ass problem. She’s my friend. I can’t go there. There are so many reasons why I can’t go there. The town would have a field day. We’d have no privacy. Everyone would have an opinion. If we broke up, where would I get a decent cup of coffee? How would Mia react to this? Then there’s Scott, who’s actually the least of my concerns. Devlyn seemed pretty sure it was over, and if it’s not, I plan on convincing her.
I don’t want to lose Devlyn.
Staying friends guarantees her in my life. Dating her doesn’t.
Love doesn’t come with a guarantee.
Love is a risk. I used to be a risk taker, but teenage fatherhood buried that part of me. Stability became the name of the game. It had to. I look towards her diner, wondering if she’s back.
About Prescott Lane: Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She's got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real life.

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Source: eARC for Honest Review Courtesy of Social Butterfly Pr
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Standalone


My All My Life Review . . . 

I have always loved Prescott Lane's heartfelt stories, so when given the opportunity to review I jump at the chance.  And with All My Life she has written another beautiful story about love, hope and second chances.

Garrett and Devlyn have been best friends forever.  They are so close Devlyn even helped raise his daughter.  Garrett knows how important Devlyn is but what he doesn't know is that his life time best friend has been in love with him forever.

Garrett only sees Devlyn as his best friend until one moment changes everything, and he finally is able to see what has been in front of him his whole life.

But because of Mia his daughter, it's not easy to go from friends to everything overnight.  Which causes a bit of stress between the two.  And those stresses also cause doubt, but when Garrett loves, he loves full heartedly.   He just has to convince Devlyn of this fact.

"Devlyn, even if you had a bizarre accident and your pussy had to be sewed permanently shut, I'd still want to be with you."
I adored Garrett, but how can you not when someone is such an amazing father.  Such a beautiful quality in someone.  Mia was a fantastic daughter with a great spirit and is the catalyst of opening up her dad's eyes.

"My life, Mia, we wouldn't be where we are without you.  My life doesn't happen without you.  I know that."
 I adore friends to lovers stories and Prescott has nailed this evolution of a relationship brilliantly.   It was so sweet and heartfelt.  You felt the pain and angst while at the same time you were anxiously rooting for their HEA.  I adore this author and can't wait for more from her. 
 
4 Friends to Lovers Thumbs up!

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Lauren












Thursday, 11 October 2018

THE BOY I GREW UP WITH by Tijan #CoverReveal #excerpt #teasers











Title: The Boy I Grew Up With

Author: Tijan

Release date: Oct 29,



Blurb:

I have loved Channing Monroe all my life.

In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper.
I hit him in the head with it.
Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade.
Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.

Growing up, the problem was never love for us.
Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life.

The problem was us.

The problem is that we’re from two different worlds now.
Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was thriving in mine and he was running his.

But…

But there were nights I felt we couldn’t be further apart than we were, and there were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat.

When was it time?
When was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I grew up with?



** 103k standalone



* About the two separate covers!


This is not something I normally do! I don't think I've ever done this before with having a different ebook cover than the paperback cover, but with Heather's book, both images spoke to me. He was Channing and she was Heather. I felt both needed their moment because this book is truly from both of them.


I hope everyone comes to love both of these covers as much as I do.


Other stuff to mention (if possible!)


I'm doing a signed Crew paperback giveaway here!


http://www.tijansbooks.com/blog/signed-crew-paperback-giveaway


Crew is leaving Kindle Unlimited first week of November.


www.tijansbooks.com/crew.html


Links:


Amazon will go LIVE on Oct 29th


Preorder links: https://www.books2read.com/u/3J8wRg


Website: www.tijansbooks.com


www.tijansbooks.com/the-boy-I-grew-up-with.html


Reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TijansFanPage/


















EXCERPT

“What are you doing here?”


His arms tightened a little around me, and his hand rubbed over my leg. I was buck naked in his arms. I should’ve dressed, but I didn’t have the energy.


His breath felt good on my neck as he answered. “I was up with the guys. I missed you.”


Meaning: he’d either been fighting or drinking with the group of guys he considered more family than family.


I lifted one of his hands to inspect the knuckles, rubbing a thumb over them. “They don’t look bruised up.”


His body tensed, all six feet of pure muscle.


Channing had a face for the fashion runways, a body of tattoos that could appear in any magazine, and an attitude that made him a leader among the rowdiest and most criminally inclined. He was whip smart, ruthless, cunning, cocky, and had a charming side that had started some of our fights. He could be too charming at times, putting his name on a lot of girls’ to-do lists. It’d been a problem for us since we were kids, and though it’d gotten better over the last few years, I knew women came onto him regularly.


But being transparent here, that wasn’t the cause of our problems lately.


His voice was quiet. “I wasn’t fighting.”


I turned and tried to smell his breath. There was a slight trace of bourbon, but that might’ve been mine. “You don’t seem drunk either.”


He chuckled, his eyes studying every inch of my face. He did this when he was trying to figure out where I was going with my statements and if that’d take us into a fight. We acted like we were married and in our sixties by now.


His thumb went to my mouth and pressed there, softly. “I really was just hanging out with the guys. Cruz came over, said you closed for him. I gambled, thought maybe you’d be up—or not.” That dimple again. “I was hoping just to slide in next to you.”


I sighed, and his thumb caressed my cheek before his hand returned to my leg. I moved back, resting in his arms again.