Blog Tour & Review!!! Wolf— Bella Love-Wins!!!

I find myself still unsure if I like this book as much as the first in the series or not. While I enjoy Bella’s writing style and the general flow of her stories, I didn’t seem to relate to Thorne and Rose as quickly as I did the characters in book 1. It could be that book one was more Beauty and the Beast related, and that happens to be my favorite fairytale, but for some reason- I just didn’t connect to this one as seamlessly.

While I enjoyed the fast paced action of Thorne and Rose’s tale- I also felt as though it was somewhat rushed. I didn’t like that the beginning of the book started how it did, as I was completely lost, only to have to repeat the scene later on to gather some context on what happened in the beginning.

There was suspense to keep you engaged, but it just didn’t seem as though it was something that would’ve been plausible, and there were too many unanswered questions for me to fully come to terms with the general storyline. It’s not enough to turn me off from future Bella works, but it’s also not so,etching that I’d pick up for a re-read either.

                          3 stars.

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I found her so she's mine.
Thorne Pierce
They call me the Hunter;
A cold-hearted predator with the killer instinct.
A deadly threat to anyone who becomes my prey.

I'm pulled off of an existing job to watch a new target and her grandmother until I'm issued the order. I see her for the first time from the edge of the woods. Rose Adams. Silky red hair flowing down past her waist, soft curves, a sassy mouth, and that body that's made for sin.

I tell myself shes just another target, but I'm dead wrong.
Little Red beats me at my own game.
She sets her sights on me and everything changes.
I shouldn't feel a thing. Haven't for years.
But I do.

When it's time to finish the job, I take her and we run.
Forget the rules; I'm going to follow the only law that matters.
The law of the wild: Possess my prey.

*Author's Note: Wolf is a Standalone Romance with a guaranteed HEA ending and no Cliffhanger. Each story in the Tall, Dark and Dangerous Series can be read in any order.

“Let me go right this instant!” I scream, struggling to break free. “Or just kill me right now, because if you don’t, I’ll be the one after you, you big bastard.”
“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t need to watch you for days or weeks before I actually do it. You’d be six feet under a week ago, long before you had a chance to figure out that I’m watching you.”
He wedges me against the wall with the weight of his body, and his free hand runs slowly up my arm.
“Stop that right now!” I shout.
Ignoring me, his hand moves up from the curve of my hips and past my waist. “Fuck, all these curves in this tiny body are enough to make me want to do more than just this weapons pat-down,” he whispers at the whorl of my ear. He stops over my breasts, massaging the flesh for a moment before slipping his hand past my collarbone and across my neck.
“Please stop,” I say as his straying hand comes to rest with his fingers buried in my long hair. This time I’m begging, but I hear the weakness of my voice and can’t help but become angry at myself. His touch ignites my body, sending heat and need to places I’ve never known could feel this hot.
“Make me,” he dares, and tugs my hair back, immobilizing my head, probably so I don’t reverse head-butt him in the face. I feel his lips at my ear and his hard cock at my back, and when his hips rock forward, I know it’s intentional, to make me fear for what he’ll do next, to show me that I’m at his mercy.
Reaching back with my arms, I catch fistfuls of his shirt and try to move him away, but it only makes him lean more of his body weight into me. I use one foot to back-kick his shins, but it’s no use. I have zero leverage.
“If you’re not going to kill me, let me go,” I ask again. A faint whiff of his woodsy cologne hits my nostrils, and I swear my body reacts with a tremor. Then I feel his mouth at my earlobe. He tugs the flesh with his teeth, and his lips slide down to my neck, sucking one spot so hard I’m sure it’ll leave a mark. I curse myself as my hips push back into him, getting a firmer feel of his dick on me. I want to resist. I want to fight with everything in me, but I have to admit, I also want to stay and find out what else he’ll do to my body. I should be ashamed for feeling this way about the man who’s been shadowing me all week. I just can’t help it.
“I’ll let you go, Little Red,” he growls. “But just remember. You might’ve found me, but I’m the one who marked you. Be grateful that I don’t follow my urge to fuck the fight out of you. Right here against this wall.”

About me: I'm a Wall Street Journal (Begging for Bad Boys, April, 2017) and USA Today (Begging for Bad Boys, Alpha for the Holidays, Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy, Shifters in the Shadows) Bestselling Author.

I love reading and writing steamy, high-action romance stories about firefighters, billionaires, and alpha males who know what they want and aren't afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. I love a happy ever after ending. I enjoy reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas... :)

Like so many characters in my novels, I enjoy action, romance and unexpected love connections that take your breath away. For the next while, you'll find me plotting and writing about my latest stories on my Macbook.

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New Release & Review!!! Whiskey Girl— Adriane Leigh!!!

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genre: contemporary romance 

release day: June 26

((blurb)) 

 She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.  

And then there was whiskey.  

Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in Southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows how—at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.  

A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn’t bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar well after dark, he’s forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night…and a few things he didn’t.

He’s her contradiction. She’s his salvation.  

A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the last. Until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an afterburn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.

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“6+ cliff diving, whiskey shot, hung over for days stars! Leigh reached out and grabbed me from the very first line, and never let go. The writing was beautiful and captivating, the characters were perfectly imperfect, and the story… well, it was flawless. Fallon and Augusta Belle’s story is one that will be with me forever—it was heart breaking, intense, swoon worthy, and raw—everything I love in a story.” – AR Myles, Amazon Bestselling Author

“Whiskey Girl is like a slow sensual song, you sway along with the words and end with a happy contented sigh.” – Goodreads Review

“As smooth as the whiskey in the title and a sweet read!” – Goodreads Review

“Whiskey Girl is like the drink itself. Smooth with a bite, but when all is said and done you have an appreciation for the drink as well as the book… Woven together with whiskey and music references, it was swoony and sweet with an ending that put a big ole’ smile on my face. A perfect summer read.” –Goodreads Review

“A bit of darkness, sadness, tears (so many tears), hope and happiness. And the surprise twist in the story, very nearly took me under. I found myself angry and rooting for this couple. So be prepared, I highly suggest a bottle at hand to help you sooth and celebrate Whiskey Girl.” – Goodreads Review

“Like poetry and lyrics to a song that stays stuck with you forever. Leigh knows how to weave a tale that will leave you open and raw and so emotional!” – Goodreads Review

“A slow-burning, heart-pullin’ second chance story I couldn’t put down.” – Goodreads Review

CHAPTER ONE

Fallon 

The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’ on killin’ herself. 

Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current. 

Certain death for sure. 

I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her. 

Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppin’ her in my path. 

And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul. 

That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’, dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since. 

I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.

Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled from my fingers. 

Every chord, another dagger. 

Every whispered lyric, my undoing. 

I still ’didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night I’d written this song in a fevered rush. 

Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states. 

I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently. 

And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me. 

Whiskey Girl. 

My poisoned lullaby. 

The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words. 

The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep. 

I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road. 

Chasing something. 

Not finding the one thing I needed. 

Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made. 

But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy. 

A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her. 

That she would hear her song and find her way back to me. 

After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her. 

Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now. 

I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road. 

I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me. 

My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting. 

“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time. 

Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks. 

I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face. 

She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. I’d know this woman anywhere.

“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction. 

My whiskey girl. 

My damnation and my salvation. 

“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested. 

Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left. 

“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out. 

And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t notwant her to either. 

The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable. 

“I said I needa fucking minute.” The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford. 

I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe. 

I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant. 

My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving. 

I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger. 

“Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys. 

My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show?I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill. 

“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”

My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.

I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t have been surprised it was no different now. 

“As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind. 

Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.

((author bio))

Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. 

Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award by the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles. 

Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, strives to be a part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. 

Release Blitz!!! Wolf— Bella Love-Wins!!!

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I found her so she's mine.
Thorne Pierce
They call me the Hunter;
A cold-hearted predator with the killer instinct.
A deadly threat to anyone who becomes my prey.

I'm pulled off of an existing job to watch a new target and her grandmother until I'm issued the order. I see her for the first time from the edge of the woods. Rose Adams. Silky red hair flowing down past her waist, soft curves, a sassy mouth, and that body that's made for sin.

I tell myself shes just another target, but I'm dead wrong.
Little Red beats me at my own game.
She sets her sights on me and everything changes.
I shouldn't feel a thing. Haven't for years.
But I do.

When it's time to finish the job, I take her and we run.
Forget the rules; I'm going to follow the only law that matters.
The law of the wild: Possess my prey.

*Author's Note: Wolf is a Standalone Romance with a guaranteed HEA ending and no Cliffhanger. Each story in the Tall, Dark and Dangerous Series can be read in any order.

About me: I'm a Wall Street Journal (Begging for Bad Boys, April, 2017) and USA Today (Begging for Bad Boys, Alpha for the Holidays, Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy, Shifters in the Shadows) Bestselling Author.

I love reading and writing steamy, high-action romance stories about firefighters, billionaires, and alpha males who know what they want and aren't afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. I love a happy ever after ending. I enjoy reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas... :)

Like so many characters in my novels, I enjoy action, romance and unexpected love connections that take your breath away. For the next while, you'll find me plotting and writing about my latest stories on my Macbook.

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Blog Tour & Review!!! Tattered— Devney Perry!!!

When I first discovered Devney Perry- I thought that I’d hit the lottery. Her books were like no other. Heartwarming, hilarious, steamy, and gut-wrenching all at the same time. Something that I hadn’t found in another author at the time. At least that I could connect with the way I did her books. There was just something about her writing style that drew me in from the start and did not want to let me go. So I eagerly soaked up every word of hers that I could get my hands on. Of course by that time, all of her books, with the exception of The Bitteroot Inn has been released (in her first series). So, I devoured everyone of them right away. 

And I’ve never looked back.

So, when I saw that she was beginning a new series with Tattered- I was ecstatic. I’m fairly certain I did a little girl squeal. Even knowing that it could be completely different than the first series, I didn’t even care. It was Devney Perry’s words, and that’s all that I cared about. 

But I should’ve known that it would be amazing. And fantastic. And flat out phenomenal. Epic even. Because Thea and Logan are definitely EPIC. I have no clue why my brain didn’t make the connection that Logan was THAT Logan when I went into Tattered, but I fell in love with him so very hard in this book. I felt bad for him the first time when things didn’t work out for him and.. well that’s another story for another time (but really, she just was NOT his girl). So, to see that his story ended with Thea- hooray- happy dance!!! It made my heart sing. And Charlie- oh my gosh- she completely stole my heart. Hook, line and sinker. I wish I could’ve reached into my Kindle and stolen her sweet little self. 

There wasn’t one damn thing that I didn’t adore about this book, and I find myself now on the edge of my seat waiting for Jackson and Willa to hopefully find their way to one another, and to their slice of happiness. Because anyone can see that they both deserve it. 

If you don’t pick up any other book this year- grab this one. You won’t be disappointed. Your heart is gonna soar, and you’ll love every second.

TATTERED

Lark Cove Book 1

By Devney Perry 

Release Day – June 19

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Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It’s somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour.

So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn’t fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she’s kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She’s given up hope of seeing him ever again.

Until one day, years later, Logan Kendrick waltzes into her life once more and turns everything she’s built upside down. This time around, she won’t make the same mistake. She’s going to fight to keep him in her life—not for herself.

But for their daughter.

 

 

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EXCERPT

He stared at me for a long moment. “You’re sure she’s mine?”

“She’s yours.”

“Then that’s good enough.”

“I—really?” I blinked. He didn’t want to verify paternity? He just . . . trusted me?

He nodded. “Really.”

“I swear, I tried to find you, Logan. On my life, I swear it. But the hotel wouldn’t give me your name no matter how much I begged. And you paid cash for your drinks and never mentioned your last name. I tried, but I just . . . didn’t know where to start.”

“It’s not your fault. I believe you.”

The sincerity in his voice made my throat burn. Goddamn it. I was going to cry. 

I’d worked so hard not to cry today. I’d fought to keep my emotions in check and my head from spinning out of control. But this was going to make me break.

I wanted so badly for Logan to believe that I hadn’t kept Charlie from him intentionally. The fact that a man like him would trust someone like me without proof meant more than he’d ever know.

“Thank you,” I choked out past the lump in my throat.

“So, um, is Charlie inside with your husband? Or boyfriend?”

The urge to cry disappeared and I barked out a laugh. “Smooth.”

He chuckled. “It’s been a long day for me. Give me a break, will you? This morning I was in New York, then I came to Montana for a business meeting and discovered a daughter. I’m off my game.”

ABOUT THE AUTHORITY 

Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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