Cover Reveal: Sweet Venom

Title: Sweet Venom

Author: Kirsty-Anne Still

Release Date: Feb 28, 2017

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Synopsis:

There are two sides to every story. 

Until there are three. 

And ours isn't for the faint of hearts. 

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SWEET VENOM is a crazy in love novel set in three point of views - crazy, crazier and craziest. This is a love triangle that is not made for those looking for an easy love story or an obvious end. 

If I were you, I'd be careful who you fall for.

This is STANDALONE.

Meant for mature readers due to murder, violence and sex.

Excerpt:

“Sorry!” I exclaim, noticing a young woman in a purple satin hoody. “I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

“It’s okay,” she says, her voice delicate. “Flower,” she says, a small, polite smile lays upon her pink lips and holds out a freshly cut pink orchid with a pink ribbon around it. “Treasure it.”

I take it, mesmerized by the beauty of the orchid. I look up, but she’s no longer looking at me and starts to slip away, but I grab her wrist before she can disappear.

“Thank you,” I tell her, grateful.

“No,” she starts to say, a bright smile bears her teeth. “Thank you.”

I let her go, leaving her to continue on through the groups of people.

“Ashley!” Lawson yells above the crowds and I look up to see him using a street light to get him higher than the crowds of people. “C’mon!”

I look once more behind me, noticing the blonde’s gone. I face toward Lawson who urges me to get to him and I listen. I keep the flower close to me and make my way through the masses. I catch up, the flower protected against my chest as I try to get passed people without damaging it. I make it to the front of a shop where everyone’s waiting and as I fall before them, I allow the flower the breathe.

“That got crazy,” I say, exhaling heavily. “But got given this,” I mention, putting the flower out.

A white tag declaring MARDI GRAS falls from my palm and I look proud with this collectable.

“By who?” Lawson barks, stepping forward to grab my hand. “Who gave you this?”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking at the orchid. “Some girl … she had a hood up, but she was blond. Why does it matter?”

Lawson says nothing, but takes the flower from me. His gentle with it, delicately touching it as if it’s the most fragile things he’s ever been given. I watch him pick at the ribbon with the tag on it. His face pales and he returns his gaze to me.

“It’s got your name on it,” he states and he spins the Mardi Gras tag to show my name in clear, curly red lettering.

My heart sinks.

“What?” I ask, reaching for it. “How is that possible?”

“Where is she?” he asks, his voice taut. “Which direction did she go in?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him, trying not to let fear get a grip on me. “Back towards our balcony, I guess. Who gave me this?”

I can see that Lawson doesn’t want to reply. His jaw becomes tight and he wets his lips, shuffling between his feet. I also see his effort not to run in that direction making the situation even harder to understand.

“Lawson,” I say, trying my hardest not to sound frightful. “What the fuck is going on?”

My question puts him more on edge, so he’s looking over his shoulder at everyone behind him. It’s now I see that they all hold the same solemn, bereaved look he did when he saw the pink orchid. Slowly, he turns back to me with a severely grave look in his eyes and he seems to have entered a trance as he looks back at the orchid. Gradually, he brings his eyes from the flower to mine and I see fear in them.

“She’ll rain down petals before she rains down hell,” he whispers, reluctantly giving me the flower back.

“What?” I ask, feeling my brow tightening. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Ashley,” Lawson starts, trying to steady his voice as his eyes fall once again onto the flower in my hand. “That’s the mark of death.”

Author Info:

Author, graphic designer, book worm, peppermint tea obsessive.

Kirsty-Anne stumbled across her love for writing as she started university. Over the last couple of years she's found the style of writing that best defines her and her work. Her favourite genres to write are romantic suspense with dark themes, but loves to push her boundaries.

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Release Blitz: We Are the Stars

Title: We Are the Stars

Author: Teagan Hunter

Release Date: Feb 16, 2017

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Synopsis:

The first time I saw Carsen Wheatley, I flipped him off.

The second time, I kneed him in the balls.

The third? I kissed him.

Why? Because Carsen needed it.

Angry and full of hate, Carsen is a lost soul, searching. Since the death of his mother, he’s cold and isolated, needing someone to fill the gap she left wide open, someone to kiss the anger from his soul.

That’s where I come in. 

I’m restless, on the search for a new adventure, something to make me feel…well, anything. I’m certain I’ll find a permanent fix soon, but in the meantime, I have this summer job and Carsen to keep me going.

But the summer is only temporary, and so is the fix.

We are imperfect.

We are mismatched.

We are the stars.

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Author Bio:

I’m a romance cover artist by day and a writer by…well, every free moment I get. I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days bugging him about getting a cat so our puppy won’t be alone (he keeps saying no). I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural. I like cold weather, I buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never match my socks—unless they’re fuzzy.

I’m weird. It’s kind of my “thing.”

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COVER REVEAL: Preppy Part Three

The bow tie is BACK!  Dre was just a beautiful stranger when Preppy saved her the first time around. Now, he has to save her again, but she's no longer some stranger, she's family, and he has no idea who or what he's up against. What he does know is that putting his family back together is the only acceptable outcome. Preppy's to-do list?  SAVE FAMILY. SEEK REVENGE. He's alive...and he's out for BLOOD. Preppy Part Three is the third book and conclusion of Preppy and Dre's story. It's also the 7th book in the King Series, which should be read in order starting with KING & TYRANT.

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Teaser: The Sex Bucket List

Mateo

Emerson’s a sexy mom of three.  

And if you call her a MILF, I’ll kick your ass.

She’s got a sex “to do” list, and I’m just the man to help her check some things off.

But this isn’t my story.  It’s hers.

Unfortunately for me, her story involves an ex-husband, a kid that hates me, and a pretty nice shot to my nuts.  She’s a woman who thinks too much, always with a plan, a list, but I’ve got a  list of my own. 

Emerson

Mateo likes to tease me that I have lists for my lists.  But I didn’t hear him complaining when he stumbled upon my Sex Bucket List.  

This is the story of how I brushed the cobwebs off my sex life, put myself back onto my list and not only fell in love with a younger man, but with myself, as well.

Grab a pen and make your own Sex Bucket List!

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Review: Written in the Scars

Written in the Scars by Adriana Locke
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I knew this book would hurt me. Everyone warned me. But did I listen? No. I never do. I cried. So. Freaking. Hard.

I thought Ty and E would kill me. Honestly, I could feel the heartbreak and the desperation and the love these two shared. I could imagine that cute teenage guy coming up to the new girl and asking for some gum. I could picture this man fighting his way back into the heart of his wife. I could hear her sobs as she realized she couldn't do this--life--without him. I felt it all.

I don't know how much of my complete heartbreak--and laughter--comes from Adriana Locke's ability to write so perfectly or the outstanding narration from Kai Kennicott and Wen Ross. I'm a sucker for that duo, but there was just something special, something a little bit more with this book that had me a blubbering mess as I pulled into my parking spot at work.

I typically listed to books on my way to and from work. It's the only kid free time I have and so I have to fit my smutty romance books in during this time. Oh, how I wish I had finished this after my scheduled shift. I went to work with a tear-stained face and completely heartbroken. My co-workers were worried. And then I got to feel like a jerk for telling them I was an emotional wreck because of a book. Because Ty and E and Linsdey and Jigs and Cord completely broke me.

They broke me and they put me all back together into a not so neat box. But Adriana did put me back together.

I knew something had to happen. I knew it because fellow book friends don't lie. I knew it because you come to expect a certain amount of heartbreak in your romance books. I knew it because I knew I hadn't suffered enough.

Is my review confusing? Because it needs to be said that I love a good ugly cry book as much as I love a good rom-com. And I LOVED this book. Every character was perfect. They all played off of each other, they fueled the love and the romance, they were the story. They were everything.



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Review: A Thousand Letters

A Thousand Letters by Staci Hart
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

6 STARS. That's almost all you need to know. I'll give this a proper review tomorrow. I have to gather my thoughts.

6 Time Stopped Stars

"Braveness isn't always loud. Sometimes it's silent. There's braveness in sacrifice and kindness. It's in doing a thing that needs to be done, even though it's hard, and even though it hurts."

I can't think of a book that has left me so emotionally gutted that can compare to this. A Thousand Letters is beautifully written, well told, and so full of emotion that I would have sworn I was right there next to Elliot and Wade.

I couldn't speak or think or feel anything but his presence when he was near.

Have you ever found that person who completes you? And I don't say that to sound corny or cliche or whatever. I mean it. Have you? Have you ever felt so apart and distant from every one and everything around you and you know it all fell apart the moment your other half, your one true love left to pursue something bigger? Because that's Elliot and Wade. Each character suffering in silence. Each suffering because they have never tried to piece together the love they once shared. The love that was so deep, so complete, so real that nothing and no one could ever fill that hole.

I didn't recognize him, and yet the familiarity of him sang to me, called to me.

Seven years. Seven years from the moment they walked away from each other until they came face to face again. And the circumstances are so far beyond ideal that I can't even describe them. Wade and Elliot aren't in each other's lives by chance or circumstance. They are back in each other's lives because nothing brings people together quite like illness and death. Elliot and Wade have to find their footing with one another while trying to sort through their feelings of the situation they find themselves in. It's an ugly, bumpy, beautiful journey. One that had me in tears more than once.

And she was there, by my side, as lost and broken as we all were, backing away, trying to disappear again when she held a place next to us. I couldn't let her do it, couldn't let her shrink away. So I stopped her, took her hand not knowing that it was me who needed her.

Wade is broken and torn and full of regret. He is full of pain and love. When faced with Elliot after seven years, he isn't sure how to handle her presence. He made some rash decisions when he was eighteen. She broke his heart when she was only seventeen. How can he get past that? How can he fight his way out of darkness he has buried himself in? What about Elliot? This couple, this love endures more than most. It spans years.

He kissed me with a thousand promises on his lips

First kiss or last kiss or any kiss in between, this is how a man should kiss a woman. Especially the woman he loves. Everyone should be kissed this way at some point in their life.

"You left a mark on my soul I couldn't erase."

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Review: Vicious

Vicious by L.J. Shen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 "I want you to kiss me back" Stars

Vicious. I don't even know if I have the words to describe Vicious. He's dark and broody and mean as fuck. If you take the time to look up "asshole" in the dictionary, you're going to see a picture of Vicious. I've never met a man--real or fiction--quite like Vicious.

And that gives him something special. That makes him a dark, twisted man that I want to wrap in my arms and hold. But not at first because at first I wanted to punch this guy is his face. I think I still do. At least a little bit.

My Grandmama once told me that love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances. The passion is the same. The pain is the same. The weird thing that bubbles in your chest? Same. I didn't believe her until I met Baron Spencer and he became my nightmare.

What makes Baron Spencer, aka Vicious, tick? What pushes him to do the things he does? Why doesn't he feel things beyond hate and pain? Why does he fight? Why can't he love? These are all questions I asked myself, but I knew deep down that he could feel, he could love, and he could be kind. It would just take the right person, the right circumstance.

"I want to fuck you and watch your face while I do. To see how you drown in me as I hurt you as much as it hurts me to have to see your goddamn face every day."/b>

A crazy first encounter leaves an impression on Vicious. Poor Millie doesn't stand a snowball's chance in Hell in this new school, this new life. She's the daughter of servants. She's the one who could possibly know all of Vicious's secrets. She stands nothing to lose, but everything to gain. At least that's how the girls look at her. The guys, well the guys know that Vicious has laid some weird claim on her. Not that he shows it beyond tormenting her, but she is his nonetheless.

She was a fantasy, and like all fantasies, she was meant to be savored, cherished, and treated with caution and respect.

After ten years, ten long years between high school and the time Vicious walks back into Millie's life, it is clear that the tension is still there. The hate and the pain. The love and the lust.
It's.
All.
Still.
There.
But at what cost? How can Millie possibly reconcile the Vicious she knows from before with the Vicious standing before her now? Has he changed? Can he possibly be a better man now?

"Apologize for not being mine when you should've been. Because Emilia, baby..." I tilted my head sideways. "It was always fucking us and you know it."

I get it though, how difficult it was to see that they belonged together when everything pulled them apart. Mostly Vicious kept them apart. His inability to care or love or even like someone kept him from Millie. It holds them apart now. Some things change, but is Vicious one of those things?

Her eyes burned for me. Only for me.


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Review: Defy

Defy by L.J. Shen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 I think about you before I think about myself Stars

If you're looking for a super hot, yet super sweet student-teacher romance, look no further than Defy. This book has the domineering alpha, the sweet and strong woman, the taboo that will leave you asking where all the hot guys were when you were in high school, and the sex that will warm your nights.

Jaime Followhill is eighteen, yet he's still hanging out in high school finishing his senior year.

Melody Greene is the Lit teacher who hates her job and can't wait to move on with her life.

What happens when Jaime blackmails Ms. Greene into a sexual relationship?

Sex happens. Lots and lots of sex.

Oh no. Please, no. I wasn't ready to die. I had so many things to see and experience. Most of them between the sheets with her barely-legal son, but still.

I couldn't help it. I laughed. Who wouldn't?

If Vicious was the evil one, and Dean was the stoner one, and Trent was the lost, beautiful soul searching for its mate, Jaime was teh cement taht glued them together. He was the guy you could always count on. And I was starting to count on him too.

This book is more than sex though. This is where we get to meet the Four HotHoles. This is where we see the dynamic between Vicious, Dean, Trent, and Jaime. And we get it from the eyes of a 26 year old woman. And we get to see how she begins to trust and rely on someone eight years younger than her. It's beautiful watching these two develop into a real relationship.

"Next time I catch you stalking me from across the road," he whispered into my ear, close enough for it to look suspicious but not enough for people to talk about it afterwards, "you better come say hi. Better yet, you better show me how much you miss me with your lips, instead of stripping me with your eyes."

Yep. Those are the words out of Jaime's mouth. Jaime, the eighteen year old, rich kid from Todos Santos. I want him. I want him desperately. I mean, holy shit.

The book is hot, intense, and a quick read. I would love to see more of Jaime and Mel.

"Fuck me like you mean it."
"Then act like you fucking want it."

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Review: Keeping Her Wet

Keeping Her Wet by M. Robinson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 "You can suck my cock for that" Stars

Keeping Her Wet is all sorts of dirty. It's a quick, hot trip down memory lane. This is the perfect way to revisit all of your favorite M. Robinson couples. I know I enjoyed seeing these guys and their women again. It's always fun to see where they are now.

Plus, who doesn't love an alpha? Or ten? And I haven't found a smutty reader yet who hated a good old fashioned M/F/M scene.

I let her feel like she was in control, which was a bunch of bullshit. I was. I always am.



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