Monday, June 6, 2016

The Other Side of Someday Release Blitz +Giveaway +Review


Title: The Other Side Of Someday
Author: T.K. Leigh
Genre: Romantic Comedy / Chick Lit 
 Release Date: June 6, 2016



Blurb
You know how you always say someday I will?
Well, I’ve hit my someday.
Someday begins today.

Baylee Morgan is at a crossroads of her life. Leaving her marriage of ten years and the only life she’s ever known, she starts over in a penthouse ocean-front condo in Santa Monica, California. She soon finds herself immersed, albeit reluctantly, in the daunting and perilous world of dating as an almost thirty-something in Los Angeles, unsure of how to act, what to do, or whether that hot guy she meets in yoga class is straight.

Sebby Powers’ dream has always been to work in the film industry. At the age of thirty-five, he’s one of the youngest up-and-coming producers in Hollywood. His life is perfect. Perfect apartment. Perfect girlfriend. Perfect dog. Until a friendship with a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair and a similar taste in cheesy movies throws his perfect life into a tailspin. 

The Other Side Of Someday is a fun, sexy story of looking for Mr. Right in a world full of Mr. Wrongs, when Mr. Right could be just next door.


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Excerpt
“Sebby?” I called out, hesitantly walking through the entryway and into the open living space.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed when my eyes settled on him standing in front of his refrigerator. But that wasn’t what caught me completely off-guard. It was the fact that he was standing there, holding a towel in his hand, exposing himself in all his glory. I quickly spun around, my entire face turning a shade of red that would put my hair color to shame.

“Fuck!” he shouted. “Do you take the world’s quickest shower or something?!”

“Balls,” I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to a large print of a vintage DC-10 that was hanging on the entryway wall.

“What?” he countered, his voice turning light and amused. I could almost picture that sexy and adorable smile drawn on those kissable lips of his.

“There were balls. And stuff.”

He laughed harder than I had heard him laugh in the few weeks I had known him, the rumble echoing in the open space.

“I’ll never be able to look at you again without seeing your balls, Sebby. Just thought you should know that.” I drew a long breath, trying to settle my nerves. Seeing his mouth-watering body completely bare didn’t help matters any. “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go back to my apartment. I’m going to have a shot of whiskey. Or tequila. Or gin. Or whatever will make my blood pressure drop. And then I’m going to come back and we’ll try this again, okay?”

“I promise I’ll be dressed when you come back.”

“Why were you bare ass naked in your kitchen anyway? Did you want me to walk in on you like that? Trying to show off?”

“Do you think I have something to show off?”

“I… Well…” I shook it off. “I’m not answering that.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay.”

“Baylee…?”

“Yes?” I turned around as one often does when their name is called.

“Jesus!” His expression grew wide and he hastily attempted to hide himself.

“For fuck’s sake!” I spun back and faced the door once more. “Did you not think to cover yourself up after the first time I walked in and saw you naked? I’m still standing here. You know that bath towels serve some rather astonishing purposes these days, the most useful of which being something to wrap around your waist to keep your junk covered! I’m leaving and taking two shots of whiskey. Be back in five minutes.”





This book was a wonderful read.  I have read T.K. Leigh’s Deception Duet and loved it.  This book was no different in that aspect.  This book was wonderfully moving.  Baylee has moved to California to start over after catching her husband cheating on her.  Even though so no longer loved him it hurt no less.  So has lived the last 10 years of her life for her husband.  It was always about him; his career, what he wanted to do, what he wanted to watch.  No Baylee needs to figure out who she is and what she wants.  Her first morning there she takes her dog, Scout, for a walk in the park across the street from her condo.  Sport runs off and finds a girlfriend.  She follows him and winds up bumping into a man and gives him a bloody nose.  There is just something about him.  She is instantly attracted to him.  His name is Sebby.  She begins to meet him there every morning and loves how they have an instant connection.  They can talk so easily and have lots in common.  She learns later that he is her neighbor.    She finds out the he has a girlfriend.  She lives in New York and they have been dating for a few years.  This allows Baylee to show him a different side of her.  There is no pressure because there can’t be more between them.  That doesn’t mean she isn’t still attracted to him.  Sebby and Baylee wind up spending a lot of time together.  They have a wonderfully easy relationship even if it’s just a friendship and not more.    All the characters in this book are fantastic.  The group of people she makes friends with who live in the building are wonderfully diverse.  They are there for each other and help Baylee learn who she really wants to be.  I can’t say enough about this book.  Sebby and Baylee begin as friends and build quickly on that.  While Baylee is sure of her feelings for Sebby and wishes for more she is unsure of how Sebby feels.  She isn’t sure if she is reading more into some things than is really there for him.  She does try to go on other dates, 2 of them didn’t go well.  Then one she was really into and hoped that he would make her forget about Sebby.  I love Baylee and this journey she took on this book.  She grew so much during this book.  I would love to read more about Sebby and Baylee and their next journey.


Author Bio
T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a USA Today Best Selling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog, three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only) baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or keeping her daughter entertained.

T.K. Leigh is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. All publishing inquiries, including audio, foreign, and film rights, should be directed to her.

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Synopsis
These lies… don’t seem to hurt.
Bend this soul, down to the earth
Why try… to feel the sting
It only, causes burn…
Wash away… all this dirt
Only me, is all who knows
Fading far, never be heard
And I try, God have I tried
To live again
With peace… in my own soul
That’s desperately, begging for the end.

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Natalie Barnes is the Amazon International Bestselling author of Everything I Want, Everything I Need, and Everything I Have. She is Native American and grew up on the Bay Mills Indian Reservation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
Natalie spent most of her twenties working in an accounting department as a bookkeeper before she decided to pursue her passion and write full time.
Natalie likes to write with a wicked desire to push her readers to a provocative edge. She is inspired to write by listening to music, which she believes is an influential part of the creative process in her writing.
She still resides in Michigan with her family.

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Friday, June 3, 2016

Savage Sacrifice (Savage Angels MC #5) Blog Hop +Review


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This is the fifth book in this series and they must be read in order.  At the end of the last book Dane sees Will kiss Kat on stage at one of her concerts.  This book pics up right where that one left off.  Dane and Kat haven’t seen each other for months and when they talk on the phone they argue.  When he finally comes to see her it doesn’t end any better.  He sees her come in with Will hand in hand.  Photographers are all over the lobby and witness everything.  Kat tells him to go away.  What will it take to fix what is happening between Kat and Dane?  Is this the end of them?  Dane would do anything for Kat including leaving the MC for her.  Everything it not as it seems between Kat’s band the Grinders and Will’s band.  Kat is trying to keep the peace and Will has it bad for Kat.  He is trying to put a wedge between Dane and Kat.  Will however has some dirty secrets that he is keeping.  Will those secrets be the thing that sends Kat right back to Dane before Will ever gets his chance?  Meanwhile you get to read more about Truth and Rosie’s relationship.  You get to read about the Houston chapter as well and Dane is going to help them move into the future.  I really felt for Dane and Kat.  Kat felt left out and like she wasn’t in a true partnership.  Dane knew what he did was wrong however he was torn between the club and his wife.  How much was okay to tell her and how much was too much.  Dane wants nothing more than protect Kat.  Kat wants to be included feel like she he isn’t leaving her behind and lying to her.  Their love is a one of a kind love and they will find a way.  I loved getting to read about the MC again and already can’t wait for the next book to come out.  Kathleen Kelly is a fantastic author.  Her books pull you in and make you wish you could actually be friends with the characters.  I am always left excited for the next book and wishing it would come out sooner.  The characters have depth are and a realness to them.  Another fantastic job Kathleen Kelly.


Thursday, June 2, 2016

Farewell Apathy

Farewell Apathy 
 
 
 Synopsis
The world is a scary place, even when you know who you are, where you come from and most importantly, who your enemies are.

So imagine how I felt when I woke up inside of Mayford Mental Institution, strapped to a bed in a dark, empty room with no recollection of how I got there. Try to picture having no family or friends to help you try to remember and adjust to a totally new life.

If only my problems stopped there. If only I didn’t have someone trying to torment me at every turn. If only my life didn’t become more and more complicated the more I started to remember.

It started out okay enough - my friend-turned-psychiatrist Mark found me a job and a place to live. My neighbor Keegan took me in under her wing and helped me adjust. Wyatt, a dark, brooding and dangerously sexy new tenant moved in a week after me, taking on the task of reminding me what blinding lust feels like.

What goes up, must come down, and as soon as life starts to feel like something I can handle, the gravity of my messed up life yanks me right back down on my ass. Kind of crazy how quickly you can go from being completely apathetic about your unknown future, to fearing that your future might not even exist at all…. 

 

Excerpt
Without opening my eyes, I already know I’m somewhere unfamiliar. Something wide that feels a lot like leather is currently wrapped tightly around my ankles and wrists. Why does every inch of my body ache? Even my hair hurts. My fingers twitch from the instinct every human is born with; the one that makes you want to rub your injuries in an attempt to soothe the pain. Only my hands remain strapped down, which makes that instinct turn into agony.

One eye blinks open at a time, my lashes crusted together and my corneas drier than the Sahara. If the room weren’t pitch black, I know my retinas would be running for their lives, because it takes zero time for my eyes adjust to the darkness. I’ve been in the dark a while, it seems.

Just how long have I been strapped down like this? It feels like someone took a razor blade to my tongue and then stuffed my mouth full of cotton. I can’t even pool enough saliva to swallow, so it’s no surprise that when I try to call out, the only sound I make is a hoarse whisper.

Anger, fear and confusion team up with each other and throw a tantrum. I knew it was futile when I started kicking and yanking at my restraints, but just laying here helpless seems just as foolish. Of course it doesn’t take long for me to wear myself out, and in a matter of minutes my body goes back to being limp.

Dammit. All I’ve accomplished is to make myself feel even more weak and dehydrated. I can think of a hundred deaths that would be less painful than this.

The light scent of cologne wafts through my nostrils, and out of the corner of my eye I make out the shape of a shadow within the depths of the darkness swallowing the room. Whoever it is could be here to save me or finish me off. Whichever one it is, I hope they do it quickly. I’m about two seconds from freaking the hell out.

Without saying a word or giving me some kind of heads up, the lights flicker on. Jesus, did someone just turn on the freaking sun? My poor corneas are fighting to not turn to ash, begging my tear ducts for help, but I’m too dehydrated to find any relief. Even with my eyes clenched shut, I can’t get away from the blinding spots, yet again being reminded that my hands are strapped down.

Why are they strapped down, again? Oh yeah, that’s right, I still have no freaking clue.

The saying ‘splitting headache’ takes on a whole new meaning thanks to the axe that’s wedged into the back of my skull. At least, I think there’s an axe back there. It’s the only way to explain why my head feels like it’s being cracked into two halves like a coconut. Slowly, so very, very slowly, I finally start peeling one eye open at a time. He’s blurry, but I can tell he’s a man, and he’s standing right next to me. The only detail of his face I can make out is his mouth, which is formed into a placid smile.

Is he trying to be calm and reassuring, or is the jerk enjoying seeing me suffer? Either way, he looks creepy as hell.

He stands stock still while my eyes continue adjusting, and remains unmoving while I take in every detail I can about him. If I make it out of here alive, he’s either getting a gift basket for saving me, or a personal sketch of his face when I book my ass to the police station and report him for cruel and unusual craziness.

He is actually pretty good looking, with blonde-ish hair that’s a little too long on top, like he’s missed his most recent trim. A smattering of facial hair puts a dusting of blonde scruff along his jaw and chin, giving his otherwise youthful face a much manlier feel. His dark grey eyes are strangely piercing, and though his smile is close-lipped, I don’t doubt that behind those lips are perfectly white teeth.

He’s not said a word this whole time, and I’m still studying his face when he speaks, scaring the crap out of me. “How are you feeling, Brailey?” He tenderly brushes a lock of my hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. The gesture in itself is affectionate, his expression unreadable. If he knows me or has some sort of connection to me, I don’t remember him. And why the hell isn’t he getting me out of here? Don’t fix my hair, un-restrain me, asshat.

“Where am I?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He lifts a cup to my face, tilting a straw towards my mouth. Could be the crazy Kool-Aid, but I’m too thirsty to give a damn. I’m pretty sure it’s water, but I suck it down so fast I wouldn’t have been able to taste it anyway.

“You don’t know where you are?” He asks incredulously, yanking his hand away from my face quickly.

“No, I don’t know where I am. That’s why I asked.” He scowls at my sarcastic retort. “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark though and guess I’m not staying at the Hilton.” I wiggle my fingers for good measure, his eyes darting to my hands briefly before returning to my face.

“I’m sorry, you just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting you to not know where you are. What is the last thing you remember?”

His calm demeanor is really starting to piss me off. I don’t want to answer his questions; I want him to answer mine.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to think when I’m strapped to a bed in a place I don’t recognize. Maybe if you’d let me up and quit evading my questions then I might be more cooperative.”

I’m snarling, I can feel it, but he doesn’t appear put off by it. My feistiness only seems to please him, because his smile widens, revealing those beautiful teeth I knew he was hiding.

“Of course, I’m sorry. I saw you were awake and I got carried away. I’m just glad you’re okay. Let me go get the guards to release you, and then we’ll talk.”

My body starts to relax, until I realize he said guards. Why the hell are there guards? Am I in prison? I don’t care if there are sharks or lions or man-eating dragons outside of this building; I’m escaping this make-shift Alcatraz one way or another.

He returns with a man as big as a mountain, who turns an odd shaped key into the buckles of my restraints, undoing each one with quick, rough jerks of his hands, causing a sharp pain to shoot through every part of my body. Asshole. If I thought it wasn’t intentional before, I’d be proven wrong by that smirk he walks away with as I rub my wrists.

Sitting up is a bitch, and dizziness hits me in waves that have my whole body rocking. My wrists and ankles are covered in wide, angry looking bruises. I don’t remember it, but I had to have fought against those restraints before today; it’s the only reason I would have so much bruising. Not to mention several of them are already starting to yellow, meaning they had to have happened days ago.

My fingers and toes flex, and it feels amazing and excruciating at the same time; like stretching out a sore muscle by further abusing it. All I want is to be out of this cold, sterile looking room and somewhere I recognize. A cheeseburger and fifty gallons of water also sound pretty awesome right now.

Strong arms wrap around my middle, catching me when my legs give out from underneath me. I look up into those piercing grey eyes and I’m met with a warm smile. “I’m Mark. We have a lot to talk about.”

Author Bio
What's up world - I'm Jenn Hype.

Author, mother, wife, singer/songwriter, aspiring comedian - I wear many hats. Some of them fit, some of them look ridiculous, and all of them are fun. Life's too short to take anything too seriously, so I don't.

Sarcasm is my go-to, especially when it's most inappropriate. Need someone to make an uncomfortable situation even more awkward? I'm the girl for the job.

I'm ridiculously A.D.D. and I own it. I have a serious addiction to ecards and the majority of my Pinterest account is dedicated to them. The key to my heart is glitter and caffeine - my needs are basic.

I'm a bookaholic and I crush hard on my book boyfriends and their authors. Some might call me obsessive, but I disagree. That word really doesn't do justice to how crazy I get when it comes to something I'm passionate about. I'm not afraid to go fangirl on you, so don't test me.

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Caimed by Her WebMaster (Web Master #3) Blog Tour +Giveaway


Title: Claimed by Her Web Master Series (Web Master #3)
By: Normandie Alleman
Publication Date: May 19, 2016
Genre: Erotica Romance

  


She's my addiction, my love--my life. She's changed me, and I never want to go back. I tried to protect her. Hell, I tried to protect myself, but I fucked it all up. I may be a sick bastard, but I would lay down my life for her. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again. I always tell her for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid. She’s already paid more than she ever owed. Now it’s my turn to pay. Claimed by Her Web Master is the final book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master and Tested by Her Web Master. 

 

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"Okay," she answered, and that was enough consent for me. I reached for the candle and matches I'd stored in the drawer of the nightstand.
I massaged her labia, squeezed her clit, and fingered her juicy pussy—readying it for me. She squirmed underneath me, and I had to caution her to try to remain still. When she was dripping wet, I poked the tip of my cock into her wet slit. Her corresponding moan told me I was on the right track.
Pushing in a little more, I lit the candle. I could feel her muscles twitching around me. She was trying not to move, but it was clear she wanted nothing more than to scoot her ass back and sheath me completely. I grasped her left hip firmly to remind her not to move as I let the first droplet of wax land on her back.
She let out a shriek, more from surprise than pain.
After the second drop hit, I gave her another inch of my cock. The noise she made was nothing short of exquisite. That delicious combination of pleasure and pain—that was what I gave her. It was what she'd come to crave, and no one would ever give it to her the way I did. I would see to that.
I fucked her slowly, punctuating my thrusts with drops of hot wax. Between the mmms of the fucking, and the ouches of the scalding wax she didn't know whether to coo or cry, and that was just the way I liked her—captive in my thrall.
The smell of sweat and sex filled my nostrils and fueled my lust. Sophie's fingers clutched at the bedsheets as I dribbled wax on her ass and pummeled her poor little pussy.
"Does that feel good, whore? Do you like me to burn you while I take you?" I taunted.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
Her submission was the most incredible gift. No matter what our future held, in that moment, the bond between us felt precious yet solid.
"Do you want to come, slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Beg."
"Please, please may I come, Sir?"
"You can do better than that. Make me believe you."

 

A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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