Stain by Francette Phal Release Day Review



“You’re like the sun…and I’m the stupid moon. Always chasing after you.”

I didn’t know it was possible to fall so deeply into someone. To drown so strongly into their bottomless depths coming up for air was unfathomable. Until he comes along, with his sun-hot radiance, and eclipses the candle that is me. He’s Lucifer before the fall, beautiful but the devil is in the way he looks at me. In the way his touch brands his name across every inch of my skin. His kisses possess my soul in the most sinful of ways.

Maddox Moore is my beginning and my end. Protector, friend, and lover—he’s become my sole religion. At his side I become fearless, in his arms I burn to cinders, and in worshiping him I lose myself and discover the person he sees in me. But nothing is forever. Moments are ephemeral. No matter how much you want something life inevitably reminds you that you can’t have it.

I’m damaged. He’s broken. We’re both covered in stains. Stains that make it impossible for us to hold onto each other.


Warning: This book contains graphic content which may not be suitable for sensitive readers.

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About the Author

Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Maddox and Aylee are orphans, almost adults and victims of physical and sexual abuse. Before even knowing the other’s story, they’re drawn to one another. Dealing drugs, delivering violence and working the sex industry are how he stays ahead of his demons. She cuts herself and tries to disappear. Outwardly, he’s a gangbanger and she’s a good girl. No one knows what they really are inside.
Stain is a dark story, but in its way, the courtship between Maddox and Aylee is sweet. Seeing two damaged people, who previously seem dead inside, open up and fall in love is a beautiful thing. Of course, in the life they’ve been given, romance isn’t really an attainable quality.
This author has a talent for making anti-heroes that you can’t help but love. Maddox isn’t as bad on the evil scale as some, but he isn’t exactly a good guy either. He has major anger issues and has no need for people except to use them. This isn’t the darkest book ever, but just a warning; it does have rape and murder themes. If your reading tastes lean this direction, you should definitely check it out.

***copy given in exchange for an honest review***


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POUGHKEEPSIE BEGINS by Debra Anastasia Review

It ends with the beginning. This legendary, indie, cult-favorite series ends its tale with the story of the Poughkeepsie brotherhood before the tattoo. Before the train station, before the church, before a criminal empire there was a foster home and three teen boys who chose each other as family, because the ones they were born into didn’t exist

Still in high school, Beckett is already laying the groundwork for a grander life ahead, one where his brothers want for nothing and get some respect for once. But even as he plans, Beckett must decide if he’s ready to make that choice—diving in to a life that trades his chance at a future, his chance at something as simple as first love with a girl named Candy Cox, for their chance to find happiness.

Blake, Beckett, and Cole’s devotion to each other is forged by fists and the driving need to belong somewhere, to do more than just survive this life. Readers of the series know they each get there in the end, but before we count smiles, we must first shed tears. These early days of the Poughkeepsie brotherhood will play on your heartstrings before serrating them with a knife; they’ll lift your soul with music, only to leave you with nothing but a desperate prayer for hope.

And when you reach the end of the beginning, you’ll be ready to start the series all over again.

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Beckett smiled as he walked into the locker room. The Westlake kids had picked their day well: there was a substitute PE teacher, currently handling an “injury” to one of the smaller Westlake kids, who was pretending to have a possible concussion. But by covering their tracks, they’d given Beckett his opportunity. 
Blake entered the locker room after class, as they’d discussed. Cole showed up right behind Beckett, a bathroom pass in his hand. The attackers had followed Blake in, just a few feet behind, slapping lockers on their way. The Westlake kids were on the football team, and their testosterone was new and flooded their systems when they were in groups. Like now. 
Blake walked past his locker and came to stand next to Beckett and Cole. The numbers were off, but if Beckett had money, he’d still bet it on his side of things. 
“Oh, you think those two are gonna help?” one of the Westlakers taunted. “We don’t want your kind here. Fucking foster kids. Parents hate you so they dump you in here, and we have to deal with you in your hand-me-down clothes.”
“Shit, my parents probably pay the taxes that buy your goddamn food every night,” offered another.
The insults came fast and free. 
Beckett was about to start, to intimidate them, threaten them, but Cole was quicker, and he kept his courage at the end of his fist. He jumped and hit the nearest kid with a punch that nailed the top of his skull. 
Beckett watched the kid’s eyes roll up in his head. 
“Shit.” Beckett came in hard. This wasn’t his first fight, and it wouldn’t be his last. Blake, who the Westlake guys had wrongly assumed was an easy mark, came back swinging as well. Beckett picked off the guys closet to him, but became distracted when he saw Blake falter. As a result, two of the meatheads got him in a restraint, a third landing a punch in his fucking rib. 
Meanwhile, Cole wasn’t Cole anymore. There were no rules to how he fought, no line he wouldn’t cross. Like a bull with a laser focus, he got to the guys by Blake and took them down. Now standing, Blake came in with Cole, stopping Beckett’s assailant from getting in another shot. All the aggression, all the punches they were never allowed to return to Rick came to the surface now. This was a battlefield, and while the kids from Westlake had wanted to bully someone, Cole, Beckett, and Blake knew how to fight to survive. 
Together they worked, and even with the crappy odds of three against ten, they dominated. 
The substitute teacher ran into the locker room, hollering, “What’s going on? You shouldn’t be in here. You didn’t have to change.”
There were bodies and blood everywhere. No one spoke. The Westlake kids knew better. They all just waited the teacher out. Finally one of the smartasses piped up, “Didn’t want our clothes getting sweaty. We’ll get dressed. We’re cool.”
The other boys in the class peeked in the doorway. Obviously the show Mr. Fake Concussion had put on was over. When the teacher finally gave up and told them she’d meet them outside, the Westlake kids helped each other up. The ringleader walked over to Beckett, hand extended. 
“Hey, we’re cool, dude. Right?”
Beckett took his hand and squeezed it tight, pulling the guy close, whispering just for him in his ear. “You want a serial killer? You fucking found one.”
He maintained eye contact until the guy finally looked away, wrenching his hand free. “You’re crazy. Jesus.”
Cole, Blake, and Beckett let the Westlake guys leave first, staying in the locker room until it emptied out. 
“You think they’ll stay quiet?” Blake wondered.
Beckett nodded. “They will.” He didn’t tell his partners he was planning to visit the Westlake ringleader over the weekend at his home. Or that he’d found a starter pistol in Rick’s basement and painted the orange tip black. Beckett had every intention of threatening the guy until he crapped his pants and made sure his football friends never pulled this shit again. On his brothers. On anyone. He looked at Cole, then Blake. 
Each of them had blood streaming down their forearms. The part of their arms that signaled a need for solace in the forest now dripped with violence. 
Beckett held up his arm in an arm-wrestling stance. “Grab on.”
Blake complied, then looked to Cole. “You too.”
The three-way handshake brought them close together. Beckett was hopped up on adrenaline, but he knew this was real. He knew it deep. 
“Brothers?” he asked.
“Brothers,” Blake responded, smiling.
“Forever,” Cole added solemnly.

Poughkeepsie Begins (Poughkeepsie Brotherhood, #0.5)

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This story made me aww, swoon, cringe, cry and fall in love. I adore a tale about friendship/brotherhood even more than a romance (this has both). I also can’t get enough when the characters are survivors of hell yet still possess good hearts. Poughkeepsie Begins has everything I want and need in a book.
Blake, Beckett and Cole come from terrible backgrounds. Many heartbreaking details are given. In a world trying to swallow them up, they find a safe harbor in each other.
Beckett is also at a crossroads in his life. He can try to hang his everything on the chance of first love, or he can follow a dark path into a world of big payouts and big consequences.
I highly recommend this read. The plot felt authentic, no eye rolling moments. I experienced the strength and pain soul deep. I also gave several smiles to Beckett’s charm. It pulled all my heartstrings and left me wanting more. The storyline is beautiful, ugly, sad and uplifting all in one go.

***copy given in exchange for an honest review***


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MIDDLE OF KNIGHT by Jewel E. Ann Review

Book 2 in the Jack & Jill Series – NOT a standalone.
The living seek forgiveness. The dead seek revenge.
A first love.
A last breath.
A haunting past.
Armed with a sinful past and an equally sinful body, Jackson Knight absolves his vow of celibacy to pursue Sergeant Monaghan’s unsuspecting—older—housekeeper.
Ryn Middleton, on the cusp of turning forty with a snarky daughter, a killer dog, and an abusive ex-husband, finds Jackson’s advances humorous and unbelievable. After intense negotiations including Vera Wang, Ed Sheeran, and sex four times a day, Ryn accepts Jackson’s marriage proposal on their first date.
What could possibly go wrong?
While struggling to lay claim to the woman of the dreams he never had, Jackson is forced to deal with a grief-stricken Jillian trying to hold on to her past without letting go of her future—the doctor who took her heart and the Sergeant who gave her a new one.
Beyond the hope for light, lies the middle of darkness, the illusion of truth, and a haunting past.
*WARNING – Contains explicit language and sexual content and subject matter pertaining to physical/sexual abuse.

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business. 
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing. 
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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Middle of Knight (Jack & Jill, #2)

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
End of Day introduced us to the issues and quirks of Jill. Middle of Knight gives us a way more in depth look of how she came to be who and where she is. Also, we get to go behind the curtain in Jack’s life.
I went from laughing out loud to going awww to tearing up. It really worked me over. I got wrapped up in the romance between Jessica & Luke, Jillian & A.J., and Ryn & Jackson. Each is beautiful and bittersweet in it’s own way.
Besides the natural wins and losses in life like love and death, there are also the things people do to each other happening. A little light is shown on the mysterious G.A.I.L. There are past and present times and several cast members included in this tale. Everyone brings his or her own stories into the overall plot.
The characters are so multidimensional and each is unlike any other role in any novel. They aren’t beauty queens, heartthrobs, bad boys (or girls), heroes, antiheroes or villains. Many of them are so eccentric and unexpected. You can never guess what cool thing they’re going to do or say next, but whatever it is, it’s always true and original to the person they are inside.
I cannot wait to see where this series goes in the next book.

***copy given in exchange for an honest review***


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Afraid To Fly by S.L. Jennings Release Blitz Review

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Afraid To Fly

The Fearless Series: Book Two

S.L. Jennings


I’d like to tell you that I’m ok.

That the meaningless sex with countless women has somehow numbed the pain. That it’s deciphered the constant confusion in my head. Eased the self-hatred that sinks into my gut every time I look in the mirror.

I’d like to tell you that time heals all wounds.

That we evolve and grow into well-adjusted, stable adults, set on a path to right the world’s wrongs. That we are not our past…we are not our pain.

I want to tell you all those things. Hell, I want to believe all those things. But I’d be lying. I’m good at that. Living a lie is the only way I truly know how to survive. But the day I saw her, I stopped surviving. I stopped existing. And for the first time in 24 years, I started living.

She brought me back to life. Set me free and sent my soul soaring. Made this useless shell of a man feel like…something. Something whole and real and good.

She saved me.Although she believes I wasn’t even worth saving.



It was if my body had known what my soul needed to mend itself from the verbal assault that had left me open and bleeding. Sex was that healing balm for me. And this was exactly the place where I could find it.

None of the dancers here were prostitutes, and I never paid to get laid. Ever. They fucked me because they wanted me. And I fucked them because I needed them. It was an even trade.

Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t stick my dick in just anything, and other than Cherri, had only been intimate with two other girls there: Skylar, a hot sophomore at UNC Charlotte, stripping her way through college, and Velvet, a tattooed, purple-haired vixen from England who fucked like a porn star and cursed like a sailor.

Right now, I needed Velvet. If anyone could make me forget the last twenty minutes, Raven’s razor-sharp words and myself, it was her.

My legs carried me inside, despite the numbness I felt. I didn’t want to be here, but I needed to be. And once I had the soft silkiness and warmth of a woman’s skin against me, I’d feel a helluva lot better. Luckily, Velvet was there for a day shift, working the lunch crowd in her usual getup of velvet and chains. Today she wore a cut-out thonged romper that left little to the imagination. And that was fine by me. I was tired of thinking anyway.

“Hey love,” she smiled as I approached. Her lips were painted a deep, dark eggplant purple that almost looked black. I’d have the color smeared all over me within the hour, most of it in places invisible to the public.

I didn’t waste any time. I didn’t have it in me to go through the motions and pretend I was here for anything other than sex. I leaned in close to her ear, letting my lips brush her earlobe in that sensual way I knew would get her hot, and whispered, “Back room in 10.” Then I quickly made my way to the bar to slam a shot of tequila.

She was there when I arrived, lounging on a plush loveseat with her heeled boots propped up on the arm. She looked at me with sin gleaming in her heavily lined eyes and gave me a slow, Cheshire grin. “Someone’s awfully anxious today.”

I was already loosening my tie as I stalked towards her and said, “Clothes off, boots on and get on your knees.”


Fear Of Falling

The Fearless Series: Book One

S.L. Jennings

I can’t remember the last time I felt completely safe. Security seemed more like a luxury to me, reserved for those who were fortunate enough to have picture perfect childhoods. For those who didn’t bear the ugly scars that keep me bound in constant, debilitating fear. I’ve run from that fear my entire life. But when I met him, for once, I couldn’t run anymore.

He scared the hell out of me in a way that excited every fiber of my being. It wasn’t the tattoos or the piercings. It wasn’t the warmth that seemed to radiate from his frame and blanket me whenever he was near. It was just…him. The scary beautiful man that threatened to alter 23 years of routine and rituals, and make me face my crippling fear.

My name is Kami and I am constantly afraid. And the thing that scares me the most is the very thing I want.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, pulling me into the hard warmth of his chest. “I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you when you fall.”

And just like that, Blaine had staked his claim on the untouched part of me that no living soul had ever moved. He had captured every fear, every reservation, and crushed them in the palm of his inked hand.


About the author


S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.

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Afraid to Fly (Fearless, #2)

This story is very deep. I teared up several times. Dom is one of the sweetest and most tragic personas ever. I loved him right away. He had a total crap past and has turned it into motivation to save others from the same. The man he is now combined with all of the flashbacks of his experiences— Oh! My heart. Be prepared for floods of emotion.
I didn’t connect as much with the female lead or her story. I think I absolutely loved this book until around 80 percent. I still really liked the story overall, but some of the last 20 percent took away from the previous amazing connection and flow.
Dom will always stand out as one of my favorite characters. He touched a special place in my heart. The author really outdid herself creating such a lovingly conflicted role. He’s the perfect sweet dream.

***copy given in exchange for an honest review***


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RICOCHET by Heather C Leigh ♥♥ BLOG TOUR Review


Title: Ricochet: Locked and Loaded (Ricochet, #1)
Author: Heather C. Leigh
Releasing March 29, 2015




Rick “Ricochet” Brennan served eight years as an elite Marine special ops Force Recon soldier. After an injury, and the terrible memories from that night, he retires and goes to work for his former Command Officer, Howard “Mack” McEvoy, at his training center in Atlanta. Sanctum MMA appears on the surface to be a normal gym, training elite fighters to be the best. Except each trainer, hand-picked by Mack, possesses a special background that allows Mack to run one of the best-kept secrets in the country. When twenty-four year old Quinn Wallace finally escapes her abusive husband, she turns to her father’s old Marine Corps buddy, Mack, for help. Broken and skittish, Quinn finds herself surrounded by large, intimidating men— men who could easily overpower her. She avoids them the best she can, but when Rick turns out to be more than just a rough fighter with bruised knuckles, she finds herself wondering if she can allow herself to trust again. Ricochet is a full-length novel to be released as three parts. ***This book contains hot sweaty men, sexy scenes for those over 18, and uncomfortable, sometimes violent scenes.***  


“Tucker? What the fuck are you doing up here? Where’s Quinn? Is she sick?” The wiry man pushed his glasses up on his nose, glancing at Rick from behind his computer screen. “In back.” He stabbed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the main gym. “I’m just watching the door for her while she trains.” “Trains?” Rick growled. “What the fuck does that mean?” Tucker sat up straight and crossed his arms, giving Rick his full attention, something the socially challenged man almost never did. “What’s it to you, Ricochet?” Rick scowled at Tucker’s use of his nickname, knowing that the man was baiting him. Tucker might look small and geeky and love computers, but he was a fifth degree black belt in Shotokan karate. He had held his own in a spur of the moment karate match with UFC welterweight champion George St. Pierre. “Nothing. Forget it.” Rick huffed, storming past the front desk and the smirking Tucker. He swiped his badge, irritated at himself for letting Tucker get under his skin. Hell, he was irritated at himself for letting Quinn get under his skin. Rick was even too pissed to call the small guy “big man” like he usually did. Twenty-eight fucking years without a single person to worry about except myself. Less than a month after Quinn walks through the front door and I barely recognize the guy in the mirror or the thoughts in my own head anymore. Rick marched into the training area in a cloud of anger. Fucking Tucker, messing my head all up. When he reached the edge of the mat covered floor, his world stopped spinning and came to a screeching halt. He blinked, certain that his mind was playing tricks on him. Nope. It wasn’t. Across the gym, standing in front of the heavy bag wearing a tank top and those damn miniature shorts, was Quinn. She was barefoot, punching and kicking the bag with a jab-front kick combo. Quinn all sweaty, wearing next to nothing, was a sight to see. But what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, what Rick immediately zeroed in on, was Xavier’s fucking hands on Quinn’s hips, touching what belonged to Rick. Belong to me? Quinn doesn’t belong to me. Rick shook the thoughts from his head, squeezing his eyes shut until the angry red haze cleared. When he opened them back up, he saw Xavier and Quinn staring at him, their lesson interrupted by his odd behavior. “Hey man.” Xavier held up a wrapped hand in greeting. “Good to have you back.” Rick’s furious scowl surprised his friend, causing Xavier’s dark eyes to narrow suspiciously. Rick flicked his gaze over to Quinn. She stood next to Xav, unmoving, her face blank as she waited for her lesson to continue. It made Rick feel as if he were a mere annoyance. Already pissed and now embarrassed on top of it, Rick spun on his heel and stomped down the hall. He swiped his badge and punched in his code, opening the door to an empty Mission Control. Rick paced the room, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. He wanted to tear the room apart, but knew he’d face everyone’s wrath if he destroyed the expensive equipment. What the fuck is wrong with me? These unfamiliar feelings were messing with his head. Rick couldn’t define them, couldn’t explain them, and had absolutely no idea how to deal with them. The only way he knew how to release frustration was fucking or fighting. Right now, he was way to volatile to fuck. Fighting it is then.


Ricochet: Locked & Loaded (Ricochet, #1)


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About the Author


I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug. I’m a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else. I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling. When I’m not writing, I’m dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.  


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Ricochet: Locked & Loaded (Ricochet, #1)

This is the story of two people who have been through hell in their lives and immediately see a kindred spirit in the other. Rick has been damaged from war and Quinn from an abusive husband. The reader does get to experience the pain both endure. Rick hides behind work and meaningless sex. Quinn just plain never lets her guard down. Both make an exception for the other.
This is just the first of serial so these two are in the getting-to-know-you phase. It’s hard for them to come to grips with how they’re feeling, and even harder for everyone else to accept.
“Well holy shit.”
“Ricochet’s gone and found himself some real feelings. And here I didn’t think you had any.”

In the end, they both still have issues to sort through before anything can become official.

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Vandal by Carian Cole Blog Tour Review


Blog Tour Schedule: 

February 27
Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog               Excerpt
Chasing Faerytales         Review
The Power of Three Readers      Review
Books Books Books        Review
Indy Book Fairy               Excerpt
Becky’s Book Bytes                       Review
February 28
Reviews by Tammy and Kim       REVIEW              
NightWolf Book Blog      Excerpt
The Boyfriend Bookmark            Review
Ali’s Reviews and More               Excerpt
My Book Filled Life         Review
March 1
Obsessed by Books        Review
Morning Books & Coffee             Review
Inner Goddess  Review
Kelly Sloane       Review
March 2
Red Hot + Blue Reads    Review
Mama She’s Crazy About Books               Review
Crazii Bitches Book Blog               Review
March 3
Hooked On Books Forever          REVIEW              
Souls Readers   Excerpt
Literaria              Review
Riverina Romantics        Excerpt
March 4
Corazones Literarios      Playlist  
She Hearts Books            Review
Tanya Rae          Review
A Dirty Book Affair         Excerpt
March 5
Book Fancy        Review
Rough Draft Book Blog                 Review
Hooked On Books Forever          Review
BJ’s Book Blog   Review
Between The Lines         Review
March 6
Anny books       Review
Rumpled Sheets Blog     Review
My Favorite Things         Review
The Book Junkie              Review
March 7
2 Greek Girls Reading    Review
Passionate Page Turner               Review
Reading Is My Superpower         Excerpt
March 8
Sizzling Pages Romance  Reviews             Review
Bookworm Betties          Review
Vera is Reading               Playlist  
March 9
The Book Bellas               Excerpt
All Booked Out                Review
flirty fiction blog              Review
Whispered Thoughts     Review
March 10
Fictional Mens Page for Book Hos           Review
BestSellers & BestStellars            Review
Verna Loves Books         Excerpt
Books to Breathe            Review
March 11
 Sexy Book Reviews (formally, Sexy Book Reviews By Shelly & April)                      Review
Ripley Loves to Read      Review
Cover to Cover Book Blog            Review
Novels In Heels               Review
Shelf Life                           Review
Best Book Boyfriends     Review
March 12
Sweet N Sassy Book A Holics      Excerpt
Naughty Book Eden        Excerpt
Fictional Candy               Review
Naughty Moms’ Story Time        Review
March 13
Once Upon An Alpha                    Excerpt
Kris & Vik Book Therapy Cafe                   Review
Books and Beyond Fifty Shades               Review
Those Crazy Book Chicks             Dreamcast         
iScream Books  Review

Vandal Synopsis:

She takes my breath away; she is so beautifully damaged. 

Yes I had broken her, ravished her life, destroyed her happiness. I brought her to ultimate despair. I was responsible for all the pain and suffering that now brought her to her knees in front of me.



Reckless in her agony.

She is a mirror of my own tortured soul.

But what I took away I can give back.

In ways she cannot even begin to imagine.

She is everything right in all my wrongs.

She loves me. She needs me.

She has no idea I’m the one who wrecked her life.



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Carian Cole Bio:
I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.
My first novel in the Ashes & Embers series, Storm, published on September of 2014. Vandal, the second novel in this series is publishing in February of 2015. I currently have approximately nine books slated for this series, as well as an MC series in the works, and a few stand-alones coming in 2015 onward.
Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

Vandal (Ashes & Embers, #2)

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This series is about a family of men, brothers and cousins, that are musicians and tattoo artists. I had no idea going into this book that it would be such an emotional read. I had tears at times. The male lead had a harsh childhood and now has issues with addiction. As if he isn’t having a hard enough time in life, something unimaginably terrible happens.
“Honey, life is a series of mistakes, regrets, bad decisions, tragedies, and occasional good luck. It’s not your fault.”

Vandal can at times come off as a dick, but he completely knows it and owns it. Until now, that’s the only side of himself he is willing to show. He’s not the type to open himself to romantic love. He is the type to go for D/s lifestyle.
Tabitha and Vandal are very different yet have so much in common. Both are looking for a way through the pain. They begin a precarious affair that may save them or completely destroy them.
If you’re looking for angst, drama and emotions galore, this is probably the book for you.

***copy given in exchange for an honest review***


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Fighting Silence by Aly Martinez Blog Tour Review

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Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it’s the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I’ve always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine.  I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn’t a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.

I think that’s the sound I’ll miss the most.

Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez’s newest fighter series!
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“Hi.” I stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.
His eyes went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the windowsill and go crashing to the floor. “God. Damn,” he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my new wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his lip.
He was rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of my body and back again.
Till was speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.
“Are you okay?” I feigned concern as I slowly approached.
“Not even close,” he told my breasts, making me giggle.
After sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m sore today,” I announced, closing the distance between us. My breasts were pressed against him, but he still hadn’t even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. “Make me sore for tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue out to the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before I’d even felt it coming.
A loud rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His mouth roughly landed on mine.
“Tell me we can’t do this again,” he demanded as his hands found my breasts.
“We’re definitely doing this again.” I arched into him.
“It’s gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.” He groaned as I reached into the front of his jeans.
“I’m okay with messy,” I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.
“Fuuuuuck” he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I’d been with the razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my panties off during his descent.
He added another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.
“Tell me to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this again.” He grazed his teeth on the inside of my thigh.
“We’re already doing it.”
“Tell me to stop.”
“It’s going to ruin us.”
“If you don’t stop talking, you’re going to ruin this.”
“I’m serious.” He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never faltering in their steady pace.
“So am I. Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are buried inside me.” I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“Goddammit. Tell me to stop!” he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped before twisting in the most delicious way.
I decided to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he wouldn’t follow through.
“Stop.” I rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.
“Well, it’s too fucking late now.”
I would have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me higher even while I was falling. It shouldn’t have worked like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I used his hair to pry his mouth away.
“Too much!” I cried.
He looked up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his cock replaced it.

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About the Author:
Aly Martinez
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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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Fighting Silence (On the Ropes, #1)

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This story has it all— awesome fighting (I lurve me a fighter), tragedy, romance, action, sweetness. It’s freaking outstanding!
Till Page and Eliza Reynolds are forgotten kids, the ones that slip through the cracks because no grown up loves them. While trying to escape their realities, they happen to meet. The meeting changes the course of both of their lives. They become each other’s person. For people who have never had someone in their corner, it’s like stepping from the darkness into the light. The loneliness is removed. For both life continues to be a struggle, but they know they have the other to lean on.
The story follows them through being teens, adults, friends, lovers and things in between. I fell for both characters. Their personalities are perfect. *Alert* Nothing is annoying. They are salt of the Earth people. Life dumps so much on them and especially at such young ages, but they keep plodding along. The ups and downs are tremendous.
The writing is exceptional. It has the most heartfelt moments, the sad tears, the happy tears, the sexy, the touching…and much more rolled in. Just thinking about the playfulness between the leads and the family aspect with them and the side characters makes me feel so sentimental. I’m still invested in the story. It really ‘took me there.’ If these people were real, I could just sit around and watch them all day.
I could ramble on and on about my passion for this book, but I won’t. And I’m not giving away any more details on it either. This story needs to be experienced without any spoilers. Every reader needs the full intensity.
I am ardently waiting for the next book.
I hated seeing those faces. I might have only been in love with one Page man, but I absolutely loved all of the Page boys.

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