Wednesday, December 23, 2015


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Samantha Towle!
THE STORM IS NOW LIVE!!!!

Blurb

STORM (noun)—a turbulent disturbance; a disruption or dispute.

Jake Wethers’s life is perfect. He’s married to the woman he’s always loved, and they have three beautiful children. The Mighty Storm is still going strong, and his record label is thriving.

Jake has everything—a life he thought he would never have and one that he didn’t think he deserved.

Not so long ago, Jake’s life wasn’t perfect. The unexpected and untimely death of his best friend, Jonny Creed, sent an already out-of-control Jake spiraling down further.

Drug addiction. Alcohol. Women.

Jake was in the fast lane to following Jonny to the grave until Tru Bennett walked back into his life and changed everything.

But now, the past that Jake left behind has come back to find him. And what the past brings with it is going to be one of the biggest challenges he has ever faced.




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You Are My Sunshine - Johnny Cash
At Last - Etta James
Never Tear Us Apart - INXS
Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
Never Forget You - Zarra Larsson & MNEK
On Call - Kings of Leon
Hanging On - Ellie Goulding
Here With Me - Dido
I'm With You - Avril Levigne
Don't Cry - Guns N' Roses
The End - Kings of Leon

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MEET SAMANTHA...
New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.

She has written contemporary romances, THE STORM SERIES, THE REVVED SERIES, TROUBLE and WHEN I WAS YOURS.

She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.


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Thursday, December 17, 2015

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First Touch by Laurelin Paige


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Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch 
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Blurb
When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing. 

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?

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The room began to close in around me, blanketing me with acute heaviness. I drained my champagne in one swallow then set it on a waiter’s tray as I pushed through the crowd and out to the overflow area that had been set up in the parking lot. Once the chill night breeze hit me, I gasped in a deep breath, swallowing the air in long gulps, as though I’d been underwater and had finally reached the surface.

With Amber, I’d been a glorified hooker. In Hollywood, wasn’t I pretty much the same thing? I’d simply left one bed to move to another. I chuckled at the paradox. It deserved a laugh, at least. 

Footsteps sounded behind me, and I stifled the last bit of humor threatening to escape. Without looking over my shoulder, I felt the air change. The hair at the back of my neck bristled and the sting of electricity huddled around me. 

I turned, somehow knowing what I’d find—who I’d find. 

He leaned against the concrete doorframe watching me with eyes that pinned me in my place. He was captivating and magnificent, his tux fitting him better than clothing had the right to fit a person, better than any one of the pretty men that filled the room beyond him. Those men, my peers, they were a sea of beautiful—calm and serene. Reeve was the ocean, dark and commanding and turbulent. They moved in gentle waves. Reeve stood still and set the world crashing around him. 

That easily, the breath I’d just managed to get under control was knocked from my lungs. 

He spoke before I could regain my composure. “What a coincidence that you’d be at the same event that I’m at.” 

The boldness of his accusation shocked me into response. “I’m not following you, if that’s what you’re insinuating.” My pulse fluttered in fear, in excitement. In irritation. I didn’t like the way he agitated me. Maybe I’d deserved it at his resort, but this? This was my turf. 

With a surprising display of fierceness, I locked my eyes to his. “I’m the one who belongs at this event. Not you.” 

He laughed and the sound of it fueled my indignation. It also sent heat rushing up my thighs, heat that turned my rage inward as well as out. 

Hands in his pockets, Reeve stepped toward me. “Calm down, Emily. I was only teasing. Of course you aren’t here because of me. Perhaps, I’m here because of you.” He paused long enough for panic to jolt through me with reminders of the ominous words he’d delivered to me the last time we’d seen each other. “Perhaps, this time I’m the one who’s examining.” 

My anger stepped up another notch, overwhelming my unease. “Examining me? Like, why—to scare me? To see if I’m as fun to mess with when you’re outside the home field? How dare you? Come here, into my world and prod at me just because you feel like it. Proceed to make it your playground. How dare you?” 

His lip curved into a chiding smile. “Now you know how I felt.” 

I refused to acknowledge my humiliation, though the flush that swept down my neck more than likely gave it away. “Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Sallis,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I assure you that I have more than gotten the point. You won’t be having to give me any further demonstrations.” I started toward the venue doors, praying I could manage the walk. High heels and weak knees did not make for a good combination. 

I circled widely around him, wanting to keep as much distance between us as possible. But I could still feel the warmth pulsating off him like the driving beat of a dance club. It trembled through me, coming up from the ground, shaking me, gripping me. I fought through it, forced myself past him. 

“Emily.” His address caught me mid-stride. Five more feet and I’d be back in the Expo. Just a few more steps… 

I couldn’t help myself—I stayed. I didn’t turn toward him, though. That was my single act of restraint. 

“What I did to you at the spa—”His voice was silk and stubble all at once. The texture of the sound, as much as the mention of the spa, was bait on a hook. I practically leaned into his next words. “It wasn’t very nice.” 

I spun toward him. “You think?” 

“I like my privacy. I was mad.” It wasn’t an explanation so much as it was a reminder. You provoked me, he was saying. You deserved it. 

“So you made me think you wanted to kill me?” Admittedly, I had earned his admonishment. I hadn’t earned a death threat. 

“Eh. I never said I wanted—” 

I cut him off with a point of my finger. “You did. In every way you could without the specific words.” 

He opened his mouth as if to defend himself further. Then his expression changed, his features darkened, his eyes gleamed. “Did it scare you?” 

“What do you think?” A shiver ran down my spine. He knew he’d scared me. It had been his intent to rile me up, make me afraid. What I hadn’t realized was how much he liked that he had.



MEET LAURELIN...
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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Thursday, December 10, 2015

 OFFICIAL BOOK TOUR

Lawless by T.M Frazier


Lawless is book three in the King Series 
and is Bear and Thia's raw, and gritty tale!
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Blurb

Thia is prim and proper. 
Bear is leather and lawless. 
It will never work between them.
It's a lie they almost believe.


Excerpt

“I’m going to remember this as the worst time in my entire life. The very worst.” She shook her head. “There is nothing I can do to change that. Girls my age are playing sports, going to dances and parties, kissing boys. And that’s never been me. I’ve had a full time job at the grove and a part time job at the Stop-N-Shop. I’ve done nothing over the last few years except work my ass off and watch my family fall apart. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…now all this.” She waived around to the house and to me and let out an awkward laugh. She took another hit off the bowl, passing it back to me. Her coughing much less than it was on her first try. 

“Ti, how old are you?” I asked, clearing my throat as I ventured into territory I knew I shouldn’t. She was a pistol, even if she was a sad one, but there was a wave of innocence about her that had me both feeling bad for her and salivating for a taste of her. 

This is for her, not you. I told myself. It was only a partial lie. 

“Seventeen,” She said, sniffling. “Eighteen soon.” 

“You ever been kissed?” I asked, her eyes met mine. “And not a peck on the cheek or a brief smack of the lips, but a real fucking kiss? One that leaves you without air in you lungs and your thighs pressing together in search of more?” I said, my voice coming out deep and strained. My cock coming alive at the thought of tracing my tongue along her pump lips. 

“Why?” She whispered, and as soon as the words left her mouth I knew there would be no coming back from what I was about to do. 

I pushed off the fire pit and pulled her up off the chair, pressing her tits into my chest and my straining cock against her stomach. I tipped her chin up and looked into her confused emerald greens. She followed my thumb with her eyes as I traced her bottom lip. There were too many lines marring her face, questioning what it was I was up to. I knew she would try to pull away at any second, try to stop me. But it was too late for that. 

I was beyond stopping. 

Just one taste.

“Answer the question,” I pressed. 

“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head, and before she could try to argue, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. 

I was already going to hell.

Might as well enjoy the ride there. 


MY REVIEW

6 STARS - Brace yourself for yet another heart pounding and addictive read from T.M. Frazier!

“I knew everything about being a biker. I didn’t know shit about being a man.”

Have you ever read a book that from the moment you begin it, you know it is going to own you??? Lawless begins with you being breathless from the very beginning and it ends with you still breathless. But you’ll also be left anxious, terrified, heartbroken, shocked and on the verge of a breakdown. HOLY CLIFFHANGER YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! This book will quite literally hold you captive from the moment you begin it, so don’t say that I didn’t warn you!

“Something was so wrong I almost didn’t want to see what was waiting for me on the other side of that door. And I was right. I didn’t.”

Thia Andrew’s life is about to take a horrific and traumatic turn. She has just survived the most horrific thing you can possibly imagine and it’s nowhere close to being over yet! In fact the living nightmare that is now her life just continues to spiral out of control. Alone, scared and vulnerable, Thia moves forward, because where else could she possibly go from here?

“I was officially wanted. And unwanted. All at the same time.”

Bear is still on the road, months after the last book ended. He has been lying low and off the radar, trying to numb the pain with random women, alcohol and drugs. No longer a BB, he is now a wanted man and not by the law, rather by the men he’s always thought of as family, including his father. Siding with King and leaving the MC means that he is now dead man walking. Bear was always meant to take over as president of the club, but that is no longer an option, and this leaves Bear feeling a little lost. And without a focus he’s slipped into a chemical induced fog.

“The numbness that had been good to me over the last several months had been replaced with the familiar anger that drove me my entire life. The anger that allowed me to take lives. The anger that allowed me to hate enemies I’d never met. However, this new kind of anger bubbling inside me was for one man and one man only. Chop.”

When Thia and Bear’s paths cross for the second time in their lives, life becomes even more dangerous and complicated. Yet neither of them is able to deny the pull they feel towards the other. Bear may have just met his match, truly. But in order for them to even consider a relationship, they will need to survive.

“I was already going to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride there.”

T.M. Frazier takes a series that is already an all-time favorite of mine and kicks it up, oh about 10 notches. I started Lawless and I could NOT PUT IT DOWN! It’s flawless, the writing is magnificent, the story, addictive, engaging and suspenseful. The chemistry between Thia and Bear is white hot, the romance that grows between them is far from conventional, and like all of Frazier’s work there are some very seriously dark undertones. I became a loyal fan of this authors’ work before I even completely finished King, which was the very first book I’d ever read of hers. I have been reading her books ever since. I’ve added all of her books to my TBR and she has become of the few authors that I follow religiously and will one-click without even glancing at a blurb. I love her style and the way she crafts a story, I love how there is always just a bit of humor, incredibly sexy and intense love scenes and I adore her characters. If you love your romances dark, intense and far less than typical T.M. Frazier is an author that will have furiously flipping the pages and anticipating each and every single release! Lawless is one the best books, I have the pleasure of reading this year and it is without a question one of my all-time favorite books. I cannot wait for part 2 of Bear and Thia’s story, Soulless. February is not going to come soon enough, I NEED MORE NOW! Answers and closure are within my grasp I can feel it.

“When you’re at war with the devil sometimes you gotta dial up a demon.” 

Pick up Lawless, and fall hopelessly in love with the rough, tough and somewhat troubled man that is Bear. 

“We were two tortured souls. Both in more ways than one person should ever have to experience. But we found each other. We needed each other. So help him I did.”

“Bear was right. I’d always been his.” 

“Bear Mine.”

The finale to Bear and Thia's epic love story...

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Releasing February 23rd!



MEET T.M.
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids. 
She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously. 
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.

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Blurb

When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?


Excerpt

The first time I shared a man with Amber had been on my seventeenth birthday.

She'd been hanging around the neighborhood for the better part of the six months before that, and we'd become friends. We had the same taste in food and music and movies and, unlike the other girls we knew, we both preferred a line of coke to a bowl of weed. “Champagne taste,” Amber would say. “That’s us.”

Though we were both the same age, our lives had been very different. I’d go to school during the day, trying to pretend that my grades were salvageable as she’d watched The Home Shopping Network and ate Cheetos on the neighbor's couch. Amber had dropped out of high school, and since she’d also runaway from home, no one was pushing her to go while graduation was the one thing my mother demanded of me.

I’d hated everything back then. School. My mother. My neighborhood. My body. Everything but Amber. She’d been fun. Sassy. Sexy. She was electric and electrifying and everything I wanted to be. And she cared for me. Maybe even loved me. If I had gone to a shrink they probably would have said that was why I latched onto her—that I thought of her as the mother mine had never been. I knew how screwed up everything seemed. But who could ever know why a person fell for another? I only knew that I had been dull and dim and that Amber made me less so.

She’d also had things I didn't. Things that money bought. The clothes she wore were designer, her nails were always done. She'd lowered her panties once to show me her Brazilian. Whenever I’d asked how she paid for things, she’d always answered simply, "My uncle." Even as we’d grown closer to each other that was all she’d tell me about the mysterious relative.

"For your birthday," she'd said two days before, "I've got a surprise. Plan to spend the weekend with me."

So that Friday, I slipped out of school early and met Amber at the bus station where she purchased two tickets to Santa Monica. Though I couldn't get her to give me even a hint as to where we were going or what we were doing, I spent the two-hour bus ride buzzing with excitement. Whatever Amber had in mind, I knew without a doubt that this trip would be the beginning of the next phase of my life. I was ready. I was so ready.

Outside the station in Santa Monica, Amber bummed a smoke off a street musician and I scanned the street, taking in the sights of a place I'd never been. A red convertible parked nearby caught my attention, more specifically, the man leaning against it. He was older, maybe as old as my mother, but attractive. Not because he was all that good looking, exactly—though his body was definitely fit and trim—but because of what he exuded. Confidence. Assurance. Money. He drew my attention, and in the way that a restless, sexually charged young girl often did, I found myself wondering about him. What it would be like to kiss a man like him. What it would feel like to be beneath him. I'd had plenty of sex before. With boys from school. I'd yet to meet one who knew what he was doing, and though I would never have admitted it out loud, I was dying for it, thoughts of it never far from my mind.

When Amber followed the line of my sight, she dropped her cigarette with a squeal and exclaimed, "There he is, Em! Come on." 

"There who is?" I asked as she tugged me toward the very man I'd been staring at. 

"My uncle!" After throwing her duffle bag into the back seat, she jumped into the man's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she proceeded to make out with him like I'd done on more than one occasion with the boys under the bleachers at school. Never out on a public street. Never with a man who had to shave everyday.

When they had finished their display and Amber was back on her feet again, she made introductions. "Rob this is Emily. Em, Rob."

He may have said something to me. I didn't really know because I'd been too busy staring at her, my jaw gaping.

"Oh, Emily, he's not really my uncle," she told me as she jumped into the passenger seat. "Get in."

She'd misread the cause of my surprise. I grinned—only one of the many times I'd grin that day—and climbed in the backseat. If Amber hadn't been the coolest person I'd ever met before that moment, she'd certainly proven herself now.


MEET LAURELIN...
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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