Thursday, October 27, 2016

Review: The Goal

The Goal The Goal by Elle Kennedy
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 "C'mere and fuck my face" Stars

Move over Dean, Tucker is on the scene! Holy crap! I didn't think they'd get better than Dean Heyward-DiLaurentis, but WOW! Tucker gives that man a run for his money.
"Because I'm going to ruin you for all future guys. I apologize in advance."

The Goal is the fourth novel in the Off-Campus series and just like its predecessors, it is spectacular. We already know the players, we already know the big twist (it's actually revealed in Dean's book, The Score), but the journey Tucker and Sabrina take is a beautifully painful trip. You can feel the need, the want, the desperation. You can feel the push and the pull, the chemistry, the desire. It's all there. Elle Kennedy knows how to draw you in and she knows how to keep you addicted.
"I hate hockey players. This is a one-time-only deal." He sweeps my hair to the side to expose my throat. "Noted. I won't even remind you of this when you're begging me for a second round."

Do you all remember how Dean made Sabrina look like the coldest person this side of the Arctic? Yes? Well, Tucker manages to see a different side of her. We see that she isn't this closed off sub-human. We see that she is a real person with real feelings and real problems.
Fine, bitchy. Aloof is just a nice word for bitchy.

Despite Sabrina's "one time only" rule, she finds herself coming back for more of Tucker. I mean, what will it hurt? He's good looking, talented in bed, and a nice guy. She warned him.
"I was pretending you were Tom Hardy the whole time I was blowing you."

And just when she thinks she has everything on lock, she goes and begins developing...feelings. I know. I can't believe it either. The aloof Sabrina James has feelings. But she isn't going to express those. Nope. Not even a little.
Someone growls. I hope everyone thinks it's my stomach, but by Hope's broad grin and Tucker's smirk, I know I'm busted.

Still not sure if you want to read The Goal? You should trust me when I say you want to read this book. Of course, if you've read the previous three, then you definitely want to finish the series. I don't know how you could carry on without knowing how Tuck and Sabrina end up where they are at the end of book three.

Me: I'm bringing my friend Carin and u need to bring the hottest guy u know.

Him: I'm the hottest guy I know. Will look for 2nd hottest guy on campus. She have any preferences?

Me: Someone who knows how to use his tongue.

Him: Again, that'd be me. Not sure how I'll find out how good the other guys are w/ their equipment. Not a topic that comes up a lot.


Excellent addition to this series Elle. I am never disappointed and Tucker blew my mind!
"So what do you want these days?"
"You."


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ABOUT THE BOOK:
They thought they had their happy ending.
They were dead wrong. 
Eddie Roe has turned into a man that would do anything for his family. He never thought he'd have to prove the lengths he'd go in order to keep them safe, but he's willing to kill, fight, and die when his past catches up and attempts to destroy his happiness. 
Red Roe has always been a fighter, and she will fight to the death to protect herself in an attempt to get home to her family. Her husband's past is using her as bait and threatening everything she covets. No one will destroy what her and Eddie built, but how much can she endure before it's too much?
*18+ 
*It's best to read the complete FIGHT series by M. Dauphin before reading this book, but not necessary*



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“Holy shit.” As it zooms in on the location my stomach drops. “No.”
I’m staring at the screen at the city of San Pedro Sula, Honduras which was most recently named the most dangerous city in the world, home to drug lords, human trafficking hubs, and all kinds of illegal activity. Not to mention the death toll there rises by the hundreds every month. “Fuck no,” I growl, staring at the little red light on the black and white screen.
I work at pulling up the exact coordinates on a separate map and soon I hear Tatum on the phone.
“Dad. Get the jet ready. We found her.” I spin and watch him, his eyes lock on mine and I see the pity. Fucking pity! “She’s in Honduras, Dad.” Tatum’s jaw twitches and he nods, sighing before he hangs up the phone.
“Wheels up in an hour, Eddie.”
I nod and stare at the screen, a knot growing in my stomach. The news report on that part of the world wasn’t pretty and the whole time my girl’s been in the middle of it.
Shit.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
An avid, self proclaimed closet book nerd by the age of nine, Dauphin didn’t take her love of fictional worlds public until she self-published her first book almost 20 years later. Since putting to paper the voices in her head, she’s fallen in love with a career of building, ruining, and rebuilding fictional character’s lives. Her love will always reside with the romance genre, but she does enjoy going off the grid every now and then with non-fiction.
From Southern Illinois, born and raised, she now resides with her husband, two small boys, and one very busy dog.

If you friend her on Facebook, you’ll be subjecting yourself to a whole lot of awesome…. So what are you waiting for?! Find her here: www.facebook.com/authormdauphin if you want to follow her author ramblings, go here www.mdauphin.com if you want to see what she has to offer (and some hot guys, too) and if you want to chat, email her here: authormallorydauphin@gmail.com.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Release Blitz: Preppy

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Love. Never. Dies.
Find out why in Preppy by T.M. Frazier


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Blurb
Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.
For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it's meant to be read after Soulless.

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About the Author:
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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.
She’s never looked back.

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Monday, October 24, 2016

Cover Reveal: What Might Kill Us

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She’s angry, determined, and looking for a way out.

What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy releases November 7th!


Now Available for Pre-order!


Blurb
Brotherhood is what Bull bleeds and all that he knows.
Being the king of The Devil’s Dust and surrounded by easy women was his everyday… until having his heart broke rooted him to the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
Heartbroken, and drowning in lost memories he’s unsure of the direction of his life, when the answer – consisting of a terrified Mexican girl- nearly knocks him off his feet.
Determined to get his act together and rectify his club, he rides to Texas for answers, only to be confronted with the emotional ghosts he isn’t ready to deal with.
He sees Anahi, and he wants her.
But she may come with more baggage than Bull is ready for.

Anahi used to be prim and proper. She used to wear dresses and keep up appearances to impress people she didn’t know. I guess you could say she was a fucking lady.
But that was when she lived in Mexico with her parents.
Before her uncle turned on her.
Before, the only man she ever loved, her step-brother, betrayed her.
Before she was forced to be a drug mule for the Cartel.
Evening gowns a lost memory, expensive heels traded for boots, and a nine millimeter in her hand instead of a limited edition purse. Anahi sets aside everything she’s ever known including the fairytale stories her mother told her about America.
She’s angry, determined, and looking for a way out.

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About the Author
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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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Cover Reveal: Always Wanting


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COVER REVEAL!



My name is Abigail Summers, and I’m addicted to sex. Yes, you read right. I’m a woman that craves… no, needs to have a man take my body on a daily basis. If I don’t have sex at least once a day, my body shakes from withdrawals, my stomach cramps with unbearable pain, my sexually hazed mind goes haywire, and I become extremely irritable and a major bitch. This isn’t a lifestyle I’ve chosen for myself. It’s a struggle I deal with every single day.

I don’t do relationships, because what man wants to be stuck knowing his girl may be out having sex with some random guy if he’s not available? You may think this is something that I can control, but I say screw you; you’ve never been in my shoes before.

The cravings may be something I can’t control, but I’ve learned to embrace them. I’ve tried the sexual addiction support groups. I’ve tried curbing my appetites. I’ve been shunned, criticized, ridiculed, and called every nasty name under the sun. Well, I say fuck all you judgmental assholes. I’ll have sex with who I want, when I want, where I want. Embarrassment? That’s a thing of the past. This is my life now, and those that don’t like it can go straight to hell.

But then he came along and screwed everything up. Colt Maverick. For once in my life, I want more, crave more from one guy. A guy that’s sweet and doesn’t match my hard interior. A guy that looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and claim me as his own. A guy that will most definitely not be okay with my addiction. A guy that I want over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I demand it.

I now have a new addiction. But will he be enough to satisfy my uncontrollable desires?


“Oh God, please make it stop,” I moan through the pain gripping my stomach.

It’s never been this bad before. I can barely breath through the pain. Each breath in and out alternates between feeling like a million tiny dull knifes are scraping my insides to sharp needles puncturing ever surface of my skin. I draw my knees closer to my chest and tighten my arms around them. I shiver uncontrollably. I’m not sure if it’s my regular shaking or if it’s because of the blast of icy cold water raining down on me. I’m naked in the shower because my body felt like it was on fire. I needed to cool off. The water is no longer helping, now it just feels like small drops of lava are being poured all over me. My head pounds and tears drip down my cheeks, mingling with the water.

I want to move, I want to get out, but I’m so fucking scared. I barely made it to the shower in the first place. The cramps were so bad that I literally had to crawl my way into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before emptying my stomach.

Why in the hell did I decide to put myself through this? I should have known better. I should have known this wouldn’t work. I’ve tried this before. I don’t know if this time is worse or if I’ve just forgotten the pain of not giving my godforsaken body what it craves.

I try to clench my teeth shut, but they still manage to chatter together. I’m surprised I haven’t chipped any. You know when you’re so cold that your body is constantly spasming to get your blood flowing to warm your body? Yeah, that’s me right now. My entire body is starting to cramp from the ridged way I’ve been holding it for the past twenty minutes.

I feel so goddamn hopeless. I don’t even have my phone with me to call for help. All I can do it sit here and pray the city runs out of water soon. I silently laugh hysterically at myself with that thought. I’m so fucking stupid.

I drop my head on my knees and cry out when the slight movement causes a well of pain to go through my chest and stomach. I cry, but I try to do it softly, so my body doesn’t rack with sobs, making the pain worse.

My fuddled mind turns to Blue. I see his gorgeous Caribbean blue eyes staring at me and it brings a new pain to my chest. One that has nothing to do with my body’s need for fulfillment. This pain is focused on me accepting once and for all that there’s no way we could ever work out. I feel like my world is cracking in two, and I’m being torn into pieces. I didn’t realize how badly I want this to work, until I realized it never would. I’m mourning something that never really started.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I sit as still as I can and wish for the coldness of the water to numb my body, to take away the pain that’s slowly destroying me, knowing that it’s a wish that won’t come true.


My name is Abigail Summers, and I’m addicted to sex. Yes, you read right. I’m a woman that craves… no, needs to have a man take my body on a daily basis. If I don’t have sex at least once a day, my body shakes from withdrawals, my stomach cramps with unbearable pain, my sexually hazed mind goes haywire, and I become extremely irritable and a major bitch. This isn’t a lifestyle I’ve chosen for myself. It’s a struggle I deal with every single day.

I don’t do relationships, because what man wants to be stuck knowing his girl may be out having sex with some random guy if he’s not available? You may think this is something that I can control, but I say screw you; you’ve never been in my shoes before.

The cravings may be something I can’t control, but I’ve learned to embrace them. I’ve tried the sexual addiction support groups. I’ve tried curbing my appetites. I’ve been shunned, criticized, ridiculed, and called every nasty name under the sun. Well, I say fuck all you judgmental assholes. I’ll have sex with who I want, when I want, where I want. Embarrassment? That’s a thing of the past. This is my life now, and those that don’t like it can go straight to hell.

But then he came along and screwed everything up. Colt Maverick. For once in my life, I want more, crave more from one guy. A guy that’s sweet and doesn’t match my hard interior. A guy that looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and claim me as his own. A guy that will most definitely not be okay with my addiction. A guy that I want over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I demand it.

I now have a new addiction. But will he be enough to satisfy my uncontrollable desires?

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