Friday, December 29, 2017

Learning to Fight Cover Reveal

Title: Learning to Fight
Author: J.M Black
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Dark Water Covers

The darkness almost killed me once…

I survived. 
I survived my ex.
I survived myself. 
I pushed through.

Now I have to learn how to live again.
I thought learning to fight would help me be stronger. 
I never expected someone like Jax to teach me.
Someone who makes me want with just one look.
… This time I’ll fight with everything I have. 

I fight.
I teach others to fight.
I have no intention of being in a relationship, the one and done suits me just fine. 

Until I met Her.

She wants me to teach her how to fight.
After one look I think she just might be the biggest fight of my life.
The fight for her heart. 
Her trust.
A fight I have no intention of losing.

J.M. Black is a twenty-something year old who loves spending time in fictional worlds. An avid reader since she can remember, an obsessed blogger and now a new author. She decided to follow her dreams of being an author instead of waiting for the right time- she created the right time. She has a pit bull fur baby named Chloe that thinks she is a lap dog at 97 lbs., a niece and a nephew she absolutely adores and can most likely be found reading on her kindle, watching TV or trying to get up the energy to hit the gym.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Moon Bound Blog Tour +Review

Moon Bound, an all-new paranormal romance from Donna Grant is available NOW!

Enigmatic and strong-willed werewolf Kane LaRue realizes the benefits of doing things in a pack. But not this time. He feels responsible for the additional terror a Voodoo priestess has leveled on his family, and has vowed to stop at nothing to end her reign of terror. He almost had Delphine once, and this time, he’s promised himself that he will succeed in wiping her from the face of the earth—or die trying. But when her followers almost destroy him, Kane is forced to accept the help of a stunning and fiercely independent woman who makes Kane re-evaluate what’s important…and listen to his heart.

Elise is a survivor, but because of the tragic events of her past, she has chosen to live out her days in the bayou, helping the animals she loves and giving back as much as she can to the community that literally saved her life. When a gorgeous dog she tries to save turns out to be so much more, Elise is compelled to let someone in—and faces things about herself she isn’t entirely comfortable with. But the breathtakingly handsome shifter makes her feel things she hasn’t experienced in ages, and she soon realizes that she needs Kane’s help as much as he needs hers. Together, they are unstoppable, and if they’re lucky, they just might rid the world of the evil that has plagued New Orleans for much too long.


Vicious growls yanked her from sleep. Elise sat up so fast, she knocked Mr. Darcy off her stomach. A look outside showed a pack of dogs attacking an animal. She rushed to the door and banged her hands on the doorjamb to break up the fight, but none of the animals heard her over the commotion. Then she spotted black fur and realized the pack was attacking the black dog she’d seen before. The danger didn’t even enter her mind when she grabbed the shotgun from atop her fridge and rushed from the house into the rain. She yelled, but nothing seemed to get the dogs’ attention. Then she fired off a shot into the ground, not to hit the animals, but to hopefully scare them off. It worked. At least, it did at first. Then a few of the dogs returned to the black one. “Get out of here!” she yelled and aimed the gun towards the pack, firing into the ground again. She didn’t want to kill any of the animals, but she would if they didn’t give her a choice. Thankfully, after the second shot, they ran off into the woods. Elise shook the water from her face but kept her gaze on the woods in case the pack returned. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the black dog collapse. She’d known he was large, but up close, he was massive. By the look of him, he had some wolf in him. Yet the longer she looked, the more wolf she saw in his features. But that couldn’t be right. Wolves weren’t native to the area. After her months spent at a wolf conservatory, she knew the animals, and she was looking at a damn wolf. After several minutes of quiet, she glanced around for any sign of the others. The animal was unconscious, his breathing shallow, and wounds all over him. She couldn’t leave him out there since she needed to tend to his injuries, but getting a wolf into her house and the room she worked out of would be difficult. Not to mention that if he woke, she might not make it out of the situation alive. Since she didn’t know the extent of his wounds, she didn’t want to give him a tranquilizer. Which left her few options. Elise was about to go in and call someone for help when she happened to glance at the water. The rain had caused her to miss the slight ripples, but she spotted the eyes of a gator as it swam toward them. She glanced at the wolf and saw that his back legs were in the bayou. “Well, shit,” she said and set down her gun to grab hold of him beneath his shoulders to pull his body out of the water and safely onto land, far enough away that hopefully, the alligator wouldn’t follow. She saw the blood pooling from wounds on his back leg that had filled the water with smells the gator couldn’t resist. She took a chance and continued backing up toward her porch, glancing over her shoulder to check on her progress every few seconds—not to mention keeping an eye on the wolf while praying he didn’t wake and bite her. When she finally reached the side door that she had put in to lead into the second bedroom that she’d converted for her work, she gently released the animal and leaned against the house for a second to catch her breath before rushing to get her gun. She was soaked—with both rain and sweat. The wolf was incredibly heavy. She had no idea how she was going to get him up the steps and into the house without waking him. After taking a few gulping breaths to calm her racing heart, she knew she had to do something before the wolf woke. Elise opened the side door and leaned her gun against the wall as she looked around for anything she could use to get him inside. Her shoes slipped on the floor, causing her to bang into the stainless steel table. She winced and pushed the button on the side to lower it to the floor. Then she rushed back outside. It would be so much easier if someone were there to help her carry the animal inside. She was reaching for the wolf when a howl split the air. Elise stood frozen, chills racing over her skin. A moment later, several more howls joined the first. By the sound of them, the pack had surrounded her house. Swallowing, she lowered her gaze to the animal at her feet. This wasn’t her first time working on wild creatures. She’d gone to Montana to help the local wolf sanctuary with the animals for several summers, also helping the ones roaming the wilderness. But she was never alone. After so many years working on farm animals and pets, Elise found her hands shaking. She fisted them and took a deep breath. She could do this, but she had to move quickly because when the animal woke, he would tear through everything. She bent to grab the animal when the fur began to recede—replaced by skin. Before her eyes, the black wolf changed into a man. Startled, Elise stepped backward. Her heel caught the edge of the steps, and she began to fall. She waved her arms to right herself, but the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with rain pounding her face. She hurriedly rolled onto her side and looked at the wolf/man. Thankfully, he was still unconscious. A howl, closer than any of the others, caused her to jerk in fear. She jumped up and hooked her arms beneath the man’s arms and unceremoniously pulled him inside the house. 

This is the forth book in this series. I have not read the other books in the series and at times felt like I was missing something. So, I suggest reading them in order. Kane LaRue is on a mission to find and destroy voodoo priestess Delphine. She has been after his family for a long time. He feels it is his responsibility to take care of her himself because he is the only single male in his family. Elise has survived a vicious attack and found a new home. Now she lives and works in the bayou. She finds Kane in wolf form being attacked by several other wolves in her front yard. She rescues him and while trying to get him in the house he shifts. There is an attraction between Kane and Elise that both find it hard to fight. Kane has been focused on defending his family for so long he hasn’t really had time to focus on himself and what he wants. Now he finds this wonderfully attractive and fiercely independent woman who wants to help him and take care of him. Staying will put her in danger but he wants to be selfish just this once. Kane wakes feelings in Elise that she hasn’t felt in such a long time. He makes her forget about the parts of herself that she doesn’t like. Could they help each other in unexpected ways? Could Elise be just what Kane needs? I look forward to reading the other books in this series. I really liked Kane and Elise’s characters. I also liked Kane’s brothers and their mates. I can’t wait to read how they came together. Great book Donna.
I was given this book in return for an honest review.

About Donna

Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae. She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding. Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua. 

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The Wrong Side of Twenty-Five Book Tour

Title: The Wrong Side of Twenty-Five
Author: Kate Armitage
Genre: women's fiction
Release Date: December 28th, 2017

With newsfeeds full of perfect pouts, hot-dog legs and the self-proclaimed hashtag-blessed, it’s hard not to feel inadequate. How has everyone figured out how to live their best life except you?
That’s what Kylie wants to know. She thought she would spend her twenty-fifth birthday having a mini-break not a mini-breakdown. After an evening of finger-food and snide remarks, Kylie decides that things must change. Naturally, Alexa disagrees. She doesn’t think anything needs to change and is quite happy plodding on with her best friend by her side. So, when everything changes for the better for Alexa, while it’s going from bad to worse for Kylie; will it tear them apart? 
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The sink is blocked again. The plug isn’t in and yet there sits a murky pool of water. I don’t have
time for this. I only dashed home to change before I go to Mum’s, but upon arrival I was greeted
with a large note on the fridge from Lucie saying I cleaned the kitchen but I’m not cleaning the
mess you made in the sink – sort it out! The sensible thing to do would be to leave it until later
but it doesn’t bear thinking about if she comes home before I do and finds the sink as she left it.
Lucie might be petite, but she’s strong from years of gymnastics and running. Instead, I poke at
viscous water with a wooden spoon. But it does nothing except make me look like a modern-day
witch hovering over a cauldron. It’s a shame I’m not, I could do with a spell. The sink belches
and bubbles and for a moment I think I’ve done it, but nothing else happens and the water
remains. I look at the clock on the kitchen wall. Shit. If I don’t get ready now, I’ll miss my train.

Does anyone else have an area in their room dedicated to clothes that aren’t dirty enough to
justify washing but don’t want to wear two days in a row? I like to think we all do but some are
more vocal about it than others. If you genuinely don’t and you’re thinking I’m disgusting well,
I’d like to let you know that washing perfectly wearable clothes is a waste of water and electric.
I’m just doing my bit for the environment. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

My clean-enough clothes live on the chair that I bought so I could sit at my desk and be
productive. I stand before it, wondering what to wear. So many clothes lay before me; some even
spilling off the chair and onto the desk, which itself is buried under half-finished notebooks,
important paperwork, bus tickets, receipts, the contents of a make-up bag, an empty make-up bag
and books that I have been meaning to give to charity for the past year. They’re mostly vampire
books, back when vampires were crammed in to every new piece of literature. I fell for the
vampire craze hook, line and sinker… but I’m over them now. Right, on with the hunt for
something to wear. I take off my leggings, because I don’t plan on wearing a dress and wearing
them as trousers just won’t do. ‘Leggings are not trousers’ Mum will say. I find some black
skinny jeans from the floor and a respectable top from the pile on the chair. It looks good, if a
little creased. I would iron it but I don’t think I own an iron. Instead, I reach over for my hair
straighteners and switch them on. As they heat up, I start applying the least amount of make-up
that I can get away with. I rub at my eyelids with eye shadow, because despite how often I watch
tutorials on how to apply make-up, it’s still a mystery to me. I won’t be hashtag-declaring myself
as a make-up artist any time soon. Besides, it looks so exhausting. When did everyone start
filling in their eyebrows?

The straighteners are ready so I press them around the collar and hem of my top, taking care
not to burn my body or worse, face. I’d rather not do that again; last time I ended up with a nasty
blister on my chin. With my top looking almost respectable, I turn my attention to my hair. The
thing about my hair is that it’s neither straight nor curly but just cavemanesque. In my nearly
twenty-five years of life I haven’t figured out what to do with it except take the outer layer of
hair that has frizzed from a night of being smushed against my pillow and create waves with
straighteners. I don’t own a curling tong. Necessity is the mother of invention, right?

Speaking of mother, I better catch a train and see mine. I slip into some shoes and pick up my
phone when I notice a message from Alexa. Don’t miss your train!

Sometimes I’m sure she has a camera installed in my house. I look around, paranoid. Don’t
worry, I’m absolutely on top of things.

I doubt it. Are you ready for Saturday night? Have you decided what to wear?

I roll my eyes at Alexa’s incessant need to be prepared for everything and reply Of course I’m
prepared. I was born prepared. Don’t worry about it.

But I do worry, Kylie. And you weren’t born prepared, you were three weeks late and needed
medical assistance. So once again, have you decided what you’re going to wear?

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Anyway, must dash.

I knew it, you’re running late. Have fun!

Have fun, she says, after all she knows about my mum. She’s so sarcastic when there’s no one
but me to witness it. I put the phone in my bag, head downstairs and take one last look at the
kitchen clock. Shit. I might have to run after all.

I ring the bell and Mum opens the door. Is it just my imagination or is she disappointed to see

‘Come in,’ she says as she heads to the kitchen, without so much as a ‘hello’, let alone a ‘nice
to see you’. Instead she stands with her back to me, preparing the kettle to make a round of
drinks. I don’t care, my attention is on the array of finger food before me: egg and mayonnaise
sandwiches cut into triangles, party rings, hot dog sausages, and cheese and pineapple on sticks
are displayed nicely on the dining table as well as a chocolate caterpillar cake sitting proudly in
the middle. It’s not a birthday without a chocolate caterpillar cake.

‘This looks amazing,’ I say as my mouth salivates.

‘Yes, well, I did offer to take you out but you insisted on a finger food buffet.’

I almost laugh at the exasperation and pain in her voice. ‘I love finger food, Mum. It’s the best
bit about my birthday.’

‘Yes, your appetite has never truly matured. We could have gone somewhere nice.’

I roll my eyes and help myself to a sausage roll. ‘This is fine, Mum. Honestly.’

‘We could have gone to that posh gastropub that’s opened up around the corner.’

‘Putting the word gastro in front of the word pub doesn’t make it posh, Mum.’ In fact, the
name alone puts me off seeing as gastro as a prefix is generally reserved for stomach problems.

‘Oh sorry, Kylie, we aren’t all as cosmopolitan as you.’

There’s annoyance in her voice now as she puts a cup of coffee in front of me and taps my
hand, which is shovelling food into my mouth.

‘Wait until everyone gets here, please.’

‘Who’s coming?’

‘Oh, just Nan and Grandad, and Auntie Julia.’

‘Oh, that’ll be nice,’ I lie. We sit and sip our hot drinks together. I can’t help but notice she’s
looking at me, with a frown on her face that tells me she’s mentally scrutinising my appearance.
‘How’s Robbie?’ I ask, as a distraction. Robbie’s my brother. He’s much younger and we have
little in common. What we do have in common is that we were named after pop stars. He was
named after Robbie Williams and I was named after Kylie Minogue, if you hadn’t guessed
already. The whole naming-your-kid-after-fleeting-celebrities is a bloody awful idea, thanks
Mum. I could have had a normal name with potential for nicknames but no I had to be Kylie. A
name that sticks out for all the wrong reasons. It can’t be shortened unless I want to be Ky, which I don’t, or Lee which I can’t because that’s my surname. Yep. My name’s Kylie Lee.
Mum must have hated me from the moment I was conceived.

‘We’ve just found out he’s got in to the college of his choice for September.’

I nearly choke on my tea. ‘College?’ Surely not. Am I missing something?

‘Yes, college. Why?’ She looks at me like I’m mad.

‘But… he’s like thirteen!’
‘He’s sixteen next month, Kylie. You do exaggerate.’

I do the maths in my head and she’s right, he’s sixteen next month. ‘Unbelievable.’

Nan, Grandad and Auntie Julia arrive and I stand accepting hugs and greetings from each of
them while Mum calls down Dad and Robbie.

‘Kylie!’ Grandad hugs me and stuffs fifty pounds in my fist at the same time, like he always
does when he sees me. ‘I can’t believe you’re nearly twenty-five, how does it feel?’

‘I can’t say I feel much different, Grandad.’ After all, age is but a number.

‘So, Kylie. How are you getting on in the city on your own?’ asks Auntie Julia.

‘Good, thanks. I’ve been living there years, it feels like home now.’

‘Oh, of course, but I mean how are you getting on in terms of finding your feet? Any
promotions recently? Any big plans?’

‘Not exactly.’ By not exactly, I mean, not at all.

‘No? Too busy running around the city chasing boys and drinking cocktails?’

‘Er, well…’ I don’t know what to say. The truth is far from chasing boys and drinking
cocktails. More like stalking boys on social media and drinking whatever is on buy-one-get-onefree.

Thankfully Dad pokes his head through the door, cutting my conversation with Auntie Julia
short. What a shame.

‘Hey, love. Happy Birthday for Saturday.’

I smile at him. ‘Thanks, Dad.’

Just then, Robbie plods in, clearly coerced by Mum who stands unnaturally close behind him.
‘Right, now that everyone’s here, Kylie can open her presents. Oh, hang on, I need to take a
photo.’ Mum spends the next few minutes setting the scene, making sure everything is perfect.
‘Come on you lot, stand closer together.’ She gestures us to move closer.

As Mum sorts the lighting, I see Dad roll his eyes to himself. It makes me happy knowing Dad
feels somewhat like I do in regard to Mum and her business of making a fuss.

‘Okay everyone, say Happy Birthday!’

‘But it’s not her birthday,’ says Robbie.

‘I know but she’s too busy to see her parents on her actual birthday so this will have to do.’
There’s resentment in her voice, and a sense of ‘woe is me’. Everyone clearly senses it too, and
plays along.

‘Happy Birthday!’

‘Lovely, let me just check it looks nice and no one was blinking—’

‘It’ll be fine, Marie; can the poor girl open her presents now?’ Only Dad could get away with
undermining Mum like this.

I open my gifts and look pleased when I’m supposed to and thank everyone for the usual loot
of chocolate and toiletries. I always need toiletries and if I manage it well I can make my
Christmas toiletries last until my birthday ones and make those last until Christmas. When I open
a card from Mum and Dad, £300 falls out. Kerching! ‘Thanks, you guys!’ Oh, the things I could
buy. What do I need? More importantly, what do I want? I’m already mentally spending the
entire amount.

‘That’s enough for a provisional license, theory test and a handful of lessons,’ Mum says.

‘What?’ I’m not even listening. I’ve pulled my phone out for a spot of online shopping. It’s
enough for something nice from Michael Kors. Who needs a man to buy me nice jewellery when
I can buy my own? I’m an independent woman. Although I wouldn’t mind a man buying me nice

‘Well, you’re twenty-five on Saturday. Don’t you think it’s about time you learned to drive?’

‘Oh, Mum, no one drives in the city. There’s never anywhere to park on the street anyway.’

‘Even if you don’t get a car straight away, you don’t want to wait too long to learn to drive.
My biggest regret was waiting too long. You don’t want to be like me and take your test with a
massive bump behind the wheel.’

‘I certainly don’t want to do anything with a massive bump.’

‘Which is why you should do it now, before you have kids.’

‘I’m not having kids,’ I say. Certainly not any time soon anyway. No thanks.

Dad clears his throat for attention. ‘Right, I’ve got an important call to make. Bye, love. Enjoy
spending your money.’ With a final nod and a typical Dad smile, he slinks away.

Mum looks horrified and follows Dad. ‘Pete! You do not walk out when I’ve planned a nice
event. How do you think that makes me feel?’

Mum can’t help but make everything about her, even my birthday. I would be annoyed but I’m
just glad the attention has been taken away from me and all the kids she’s planned for me to

Mum sits back down, her face thunderous. ‘Where were we? Before we were rudely

‘We were about to—’

Auntie Julia cuts in, ‘Kylie was saying she’s not having kids.’

‘Ah, yes. Well you can’t know that for sure, darling. I didn’t think I was but then I married
your dad and eight months later, there you were. Some things just happen.’

I shrug, ‘and some things just don’t happen, at least not for a long time.’

‘You never know. Maybe soon you’ll finally be serious with someone. Do you have a

Happy birthday to me! I can’t think of anything better than declaring my long-term singleness
to my immediate family. ‘No…’

‘Marie, maybe she’s one of those lesbians. It’s very trendy now,’ says Nan, to my horror.
Mum shakes her head, ‘she’s definitely not a lesbian.’

‘But what about that girl who comes as her plus one to everything?’ asks Nan, as if I’m not in
the room, ‘Alexandra?’

‘Oh goodness, she’s not dating Alexa. I’ll admit, they’re unnaturally close but it’s purely
platonic. No, Kylie’s definitely straight. And single.’ The last word echoes around the room,
bouncing off everybody and coming back to bite me.

‘I am here you know!’ I tell Mum in a huff.

‘I know you are, darling.’

‘Well, can you not talk about my love life, or lack-thereof as if I’m not?’

‘Sorry. I’m just worried, Kylie. Maybe if you put yourself out there a bit more… And looked a
bit more presentable. You could start by styling your hair before you leave the house.’

‘What’s wrong with my hair?’

‘It’s just like your father’s was in the 80s before he started balding and I finally got him to
shave it.’

‘Leave her alone, Marie. I think all the young women have hair like that nowadays.’

‘Thanks, Auntie Julia.’ You’re wrong but I appreciate the support.

‘You’re right, Julia.’ Mum takes a deep breath, ‘I’m sorry, Kylie.’

Good God, I wonder if I can get her to say it again and this time record it.

‘Now don’t worry,’ she soothes, as if she wasn’t the one who started this, ‘it’ll soon work itself
out. Do you go to the pub often? I found your dad at the local pub quiz a cold winter’s evening.
We had a joint mortgage by summer on this house.’

‘Marie, I’m sure she gets out plenty living in a city. I bet she goes on loads of dates when she’s
not chasing her career. Young women nowadays are all about their careers.’

‘Is that true, Kylie? Are you all about your career?’ Mum looks at me, wanting reassurance
and hoping that my life isn’t as shit as she fears.

‘Yes, I am,’ I lie. I’ve lied in this kitchen a lot, but it’s been a while. The last time I lied here I
was seventeen and swearing to Mum that I wasn’t hungover, but genuinely just sick. I laid it on
thick and she eventually bought it and tucked me up in bed. Later that day, Dad brought me up a
bacon sandwich with a knowing smile. Somehow, he knew and he was happy to keep it a secret.

‘Well,’ says Mum, collecting herself now, aware of herself, ‘then I guess you have nothing to
worry about. I’m sure you’ll make good choices on how to spend your money, although I do
suggest driving lessons.’

I smile with appreciation and reach for another sausage roll. ‘And maybe a gym pass,’ she says
as I stuff it into my mouth.

I sit, no longer eating, and wait while Mum buzzes around the kitchen fussing over everything
until she decides it’s time to light the cake. No one smokes anymore and Mum flaps about
looking for a lighter. ‘Oh, this is ridiculous, Pete,’ she huffs, addressing my Dad who isn’t even
in the room. ‘You might not smoke now but what if we had a power cut and needed to light some
candles? Do we even have candles? If there’s an apocalypse how will we survive?’ she looks
through the drawer of miscellaneous crap. You know the drawer, the one crammed with takeaway

leaflets, spare keys, plasters, and hopefully a lighter or Mum will definitely have some sort
of nervous breakdown.

‘Are you looking forward to college?’ I ask my brother, who has his head in his phone.

‘Yeah,’ he grunts in response.

‘Good,’ I say. Well, what a riveting conversation that was. Why do I bother?

Suddenly I’m plunged into darkness. The room is filled with everyone singing Happy Birthday
slightly out of sync with each other as the cake, and now fully lit candles, is placed on the table.
‘Make a wish, Kylie!’

What do I want in my twenty-sixth year of life? I thought I wanted something nice by Michael
Kors and for my favourite black dress to fit me again, but now I can’t help wonder if my
priorities are wrong. Maybe I should wish for a solid career. Perhaps a boyfriend. After all, I’m
twenty-five tomorrow and have neither. As I sit having an existential crisis with all of my family
waiting expectantly, melted wax drips onto my cake. Shit. I close my eyes and think. I wish to
have all the things I should, and also to fit in my favourite black dress. Then I blow out the
candles and everyone cheers. The lights come back on and I pick the face off the chocolate caterpillar cake.

Kate Armitage is a writer from England who has three cats, two children and one husband. She lives an alarmingly conventional life which surprises everyone who speaks to her for more than five minutes. She spends her days knee-deep in play-doh and spends her nights elbow deep in manuscripts. Sometimes she lets the children also use the play-doh but only if they promise not to mix the colours.
You can find Kate on social media under @itskatearmitage or through her website