Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Book Release Blitz for Claiming Tiny by Khloe Wren

As a fan of MC romances I find reason to celebrate today with this steamy read with a bit of suspense added in.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Claiming Tiny by Khloe Wren, then add this scorching fourth installment in the Charon MC series to your bookshelf!

Some rules were meant to be broken.
Badass biker Ryan ‘Tiny’ Nelson has no plans to settle down. But when the feisty Mercedes ‘Missy’ Soto shows up at the Charon MC clubhouse, it only takes one taste before they’re both hooked. When Missy’s past catches up with her, can Tiny find the woman he’s fallen for in time to give her a Christmas to remember, or is she lost to him forever?


Except for one thing, I loved life here at the Charon MC clubhouse. That one thing was Tiny. Damn, but he was a beautiful manMessy dark hair, scruffy beard and soulful hazel eyes I could stare into all damn day. And despite his road-name, he wasn’t small in the least. Nope, he was huge, like a bear. He wasn’t only tall at six feet five, but broad in the shoulders, too. When he came for me, I adored how he’d hold me against him. It felt like he’d keep me safe from everything when he wrapped me up in his big arms. His size easily dwarfed me, but I never felt intimidated. Nope, I felt safe. Protected.
A sigh escaped me as I made my way back to the bar for more drinks to take back out there. He didn’t search me out much anymore. Fawn, another of the club whores who I lived with, told me it was because he wanted me for more than some quick relief. But if that were the case, wouldn’t he be all over me whenever he could? Fawn said that was why I didn’t get chosen by the others very often, because they didn’t want to piss Tiny off. Well, they pissed me off.



Khloe Wren grew up in the Adelaide Hills before her parents moved the family to country South Australia when she was a teen. A few years later, Khloe moved to Melbourne which was where she got her first taste of big city living.
After a few years living in the big city, she missed the fresh air and space of country living so returned to rural South Australia. Khloe currently lives in the Murraylands with her incredibly patient husband, two strong willed young daughters, an energetic dog and two curious cats.
Khloe started writing in 2012 after complications from major surgery left her unable to do much other than read, and write for several months. She now has over twenty published romantic suspense books under her belt.
While Khloe doesn’t ride a bike herself, yet, she loves riding pillion behind her husband on the rare occasion they get to go out without their daughters.


Monday, January 22, 2018

Book Blitz for Cross Stroke by Elizabeth Hartey (GIVEAWAY)

It’s a romance that will melt the ice as an emotionally bruised figure skater finds herself attracted to a hockey player carrying his own burdens.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Cross Stroke by Elizabeth Hartey, then add this New Adult Romance to your bookshelf.  In honor of this first installment in the On the Edge series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $30 Amazon GC too!

One night left my heart shattered and my reputation ruined, and now my only hope is to transfer to another university far from home. Although I’m a champion figure skater and am used to succeeding, I can’t dump the burden of distrust and intimacy I’m carrying.
But when I literally crash into the cocky captain of the hockey team, sparks fly, and the attraction is as undeniable as it is unwanted.
No way is this arrogant hottie the one to help me move past my fears. Or is he...?
Overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, I can’t forget the tragic accident that killed my first love. To avoid ever feeling that kind of agonizing loss again, I vow to stick with one-night stands with every puck bunny who glides my way and focus on keeping my position on the hockey team.
But after I meet a feisty figure skater and am then thrown together with her as a lab partner, I find I want to melt the icy walls we’ve built around our hearts.
If we don’t strangle each other first.


The courage to be responsible for someone’s life and happiness again is something I lack in a big way. In the end, being responsible for someone else’s life and happiness is what a real relationship is all about. Being with the one special person you want feels great…most of the time. However, if something goes wrong, it can be decimating for both people. Once you cross the relationship line, both people possess the power to destroy each other. I know what it’s like to be bulldozed by love. I can’t risk it again. But did I already cross the line by kissing her the way I did? Because she’s all I think about, all I see when I close my eyes. I don’t get this.
I thought I loved Abbey with all my heart. I thought we would be together for the rest of our lives. I guess we were. I just didn’t know the rest of Abbey’s life would be so short. But if all those emotions for Abbey were real, how can I be feeling what I’m feeling for Trace now? She’s so different than Abbey. I’m consumed by the guilty feeling that if Abbey had lived, in time I might’ve fallen out of love with her and destroyed her in a different way.
We were both young. I’m not exactly ancient now, but three or four years in time and experience in college can make a world of difference. I’m a different guy than I was when I was a freshman, learned a lot about life and love. That doesn’t mean I know for sure what the future holds and I don’t want to do anything to Trace to hurt her somewhere down the road. She deserves way better than me.
See what I mean about relationships? I’m a perfect example. A few months ago, I had figured out how to live my life on my terms: hockey, school, surfing, the casual hook up with the next consenting hot girl to come my way. Now I’m a f…ed up mess trying to figure out what I’m feeling for Trace. She deserves more than this guarded, emotional wreck.




1. Pump It –Black-eyed Peas
2. Shake It Off – Taylor Swift
3. The Shape of You – Ed Sheeran
4. No Church In The Wild  Jay Z and Kanye West
5. The Canon in D – Pachelbel
6. In your eyes – Peter Gabriel
7. Only Exception - Paramore
8. You Matter To Me – Jason Mraz and Sara Bareilles
9. Distance – Jason Mraz and Christina Perri
10. I’ll Make Love to you – Boyz To Men
11. Mine – Bazzi



As a lover of the northeast US, my husband and I moved to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, I have finally found time to fulfill my lifelong dream of writing novels. A dreamer at heart, romance is---of course---the genre I spend most of my time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. However, if it's a good book, any genre can keep me immersed in the story for hours.
When I’m not juggling work responsibilities and writing, I enjoy baking, knitting, traveling, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around my home and spending time with my family.


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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Book Tour for Lost For You by Jayne Frost (Review & GIVEAWAY)

Amidst a backdrop of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll readers will find themselves consumed by this tale of past pain and trying to save your future from new pain.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Lost For You by Jayne Frost, along with my impressions of it, then add this emotionally intense tale to your bookshelf!  In honor of this fourth installment in the Sixth Street Bands series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon GC too!

I've been clean for years. But now my addiction has a face. Her face...
At eighteen, I stood at the precipice of stardom. I had the record deal. And the tour to back it up. But I succumbed to the pressure of that life. The dark side.
Now, I skate on the fringe. My brother is the genius guitarist for the band Caged, and I’m the one who helped make that happen. I’m happy to run my bars and my land development company.
Sure I am.
And then I meet her—Taryn Ayers—the music manager behind the three biggest bands in the country. She doesn’t know I’m Cam’s older brother. Or that I’ve got a secret that makes her world and mine fundamentally incompatible.
Problem is, I want to know Taryn. I crave her as much as any drug.
But can I risk letting her know me?




It’s an emotional rollercoaster ride readers undertake in this romance set in the music world, depicting addiction to drugs as well as to feelings that people become too dependent on.  From the first page to the last readers are kept on edge watching the fallout from a years-ago accident that’s still weighing on people and which routinely brought a tear or two to my eyes.

Taryn Ayers has always been involved in music.  With her friends beside her since she was young they set the world on fire, creating bands that went to the top of the charts until the day an accident tore their bond apart.  They’re all still hurting, walking on egg shells in fear of past pain taking over.  Taryn’s clearly just holding on when we meet her, lost and doing what she can to keep everyone happy.  She’s always been the one to keep the peace by ignoring her wants while giving excuses for her cheating boyfriend and overly controlling friend.  Her one moment of rebellion, her one moment of going after what she wants, has her finding a deep connection to the mysterious Chase.  Theirs is a combustible connection where he actually puts her first, values her for who she is and not what she can do for others.  When his past comes roaring back though she’s left angry and betrayed and finally ventures out on her own in a moment of empowerment that shows her where her heart truly lies.  Taryn’s a likable character, reminiscent of myself as she’s a people-pleaser too.  She‘s also clearly dealingwith survivor’s guilt and it’s part of why she acquiesces to her friend Tori so often as Tori’s scars are so clearly on display.  When she’s around Tori, Dylan, and her ex Beckett she fades into the background because of their larger than life personalities.  While Chase’s betrayal broke her heart it did push her to stand up for herself which had me cheering and that had others finally seeing her as their equal.  Her journey is ultimately a powerful one of self-awareness and faith in the power of love and I enjoyed being a part of her self-introspection.

Chase Noble was once a rising young star in the music world, under a constant push by his father, until the day his drug addiction got the best of him.  Ten years later he’s still clean, but it’s clear he misses the music, especially as his brother is trying to get his own taste of fame.  He became a rich businessman instead, flitting from one woman to the next as he sees all of them as gold diggers.  The moment he sees Taryn though he feels an intense connection that has him doing things he’s never done before as she slowly finds a place in his heart.  His jealousy soon gets the best of him, his self-doubts and fears, and takes him back to a dark past that broke my heart.  It’s a defining moment for him and sets the stage for a powerful reunion that brought this book to a very satisfying conclusion.  Chase seems so powerful and in control when we first meet him which is why his slide into the darkness was so heartbreaking.  It was a slow and subtle slide which made it all the more agonizing.  When clean, Chase is a drool-worthy hero, a master at dirty talk and the quintessential book boyfriend for his early words and deeds.  When he loses himself he becomes a different man, an angrier and more bitter man.  It’s a Jekyll and Hyde moment that was emotionally painful and made more palpable with each turn of the page.  By the latter half of the book Chase really stepped-up to be a champion of Taryn despite the heartbreak it caused him and it made me love him all the more because of it.

Though this is part of the Sixth Street Bands series it stands strongly on its own. With a large cast of characters time was still given to each to have me fully invested in what’s to come for all of them.  The romance between Taryn and Chase is crackling, though tumultuous, and ultimately makes them both stronger.  Though readers are put through the wringer alongside them, it’s a heartbreaking journey that’s immensely satisfying.  Other characters find their own healing through the pain on display here in secondary storylines just starting.  The scarred Tori, trying to put her lost love behind her, finds herself finally re-entering the world and running smack dab into the confrontational Logan.  With the loyal Dylan standing beside her though there promises to be complications of the heart.  Taryn’s ex Beckett also had to face some hard truths as his love for her evolved and has him on his own for the first time since he was young.  On a whole this was an unforgettable romance that didn’t sugarcoat the pain of addiction.  It was dealt with head-on in vividly depicted scenes that won’t soon be forgotten.  The rockstar world, with all its good and bad moments, was also on full display as it’s the driving force in these character’s lives and is what binds them all together.  I greatly anticipate what’s to come next after the compelling groundwork laid here and I highly recommend this epic love story to others.

My rating for this is an A-

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


I’m an author who hails from Texas (by way of California), currently living in Sin City.
A romantic by nature, I believe in fairytales and happily ever afters. And music. Because the best stories always have a soundtrack.



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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Book-to-Movie Blitz for Forever My Girl by Heidi McLaughlin

Movie goers looking for a sentimental and heartwarming movie to see this weekend will want to get a front row seat to watch as a man who thinks he has it all gets a second chance at HEA.  When the rockstar world collides with small town lives and loves a rocker discovers all he left behind and all that he wants in an unforgettable tale.  Readers first fell in love with the book Forever My Girl by Heidi McLaughlin in 2014 and now they can experience it in a whole new way as it hits the big screen on January 19th.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of this romantic movie then make plans to see it with friends!




I was never supposed to be a rock star. I had my life all planned out for me. Play football in college. Go to the NFL. Marry my high school sweetheart and live happily ever after.
I broke both our hearts that day when I told her I was leaving. I was young. I made the right decision for me, but the wrong decision for us. I’ve poured my soul into my music, but I’ve never forgotten her. Her smell, her smile.
And now I’m going back.
After ten years.
I hope I can explain that after all this time.
I still want her to be my forever girl.


Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.
When she's isn't writing one of the many stories planned for release, you'll find her sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.
Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Roth, in theaters January 19, 2018. 


Friday, January 19, 2018

Book Excerpt Reveal for Rock King by Tara Leigh (GIVEAWAY)

Rockstar romances are among my favorites and with this upcoming release of a singer who seems to have everything but who’s still miserable will pull at reader’s heartstrings.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Rock King by Tara Leigh, then count down the days until this captivating romance hits bookshelves on February 20th.  In honor of this first installment in the Nothing But Trouble series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win two eBooks from Ms. Leigh’s backlist and a $10 Amazon GC too!

I'm not who you think I am.
Shane Hawthorne has it all. At least, that's what the headlines say about me. I have millions of fans, awards, more money - and women - than I know what to do with. But what you don't see is the wreckage I've caused. The memories and pain I can't escape, even when I pour them into music and spin them into gold.
I tried to forget. To lose myself in booze and groupies. It didn't work. It hurt me and - worse - it hurt my band. That's the last thing I want to do, so I'm cleaning up my act... starting with Delaney Fraser.
Gorgeous, smart, drama-free, and even nice - Delaney is the perfect "girlfriend." When I'm with her I don't have to pretend. It's like she sees the real me. And I can see a future with her. But that's dangerous. Because the truth is, Shane Hawthorne doesn't actually exist. He's a shield to hide who I really am. Fraud. Runaway. Addict. Murderer.
And it's impossible to love a lie, right?


Shane Hawthorne.
Seriously, I could get lost in his face and enjoy every minute of my journey. Glide across the high plane of his forehead, cartwheel down the sharp angles of his cheekbones, slide along his jaw to land at his mouth. Full lips, slightly crooked at one corner, smiled down at me.
Up close, Shane’s longish hair was a river of brown, from dusky caramel to burnished mahogany, threaded through with shades of henna, chocolate, and deepest umber. He wore a snug black button-down shirt, setting off his tall, buff physique perfectly, the sleeves rolled up just enough to catch traces of ink on his tanned forearms, leaving me fighting an urge to push aside the fabric and expose everything that remained hidden. I longed for a pocket to stuff my hands into, settling instead for awkwardly wrapping both around my sweating glass.
Shane eyed me curiously, as if he knew I didn’t belong. As if he knew the direction of my wholly inappropriate thoughts. “I guess you’re here for me, then.” A grin spread across his face, punctuated by a sexy-as-hell dimple in his left cheek.
“Me?” I choked. What on earth would Shane Hawthorne want with me? I swallowed thickly, my eyes darting around for Piper. I am so out of my league.
With a hand in the back pocket of his ragged jeans, Shane followed the path of my anxious stare. “Expecting someone?”
My focus snapped back to Shane’s face. “No.” I shook my head. “Sorry. This is just so not me. I don’t wind up at Beverly Hills parties talking to rock stars. I mean, this is crazy.” My fingers twitched. There was no part of him I could look at without wanting to touch—especially the two-day growth of scruff covering his strong jaw, which practically guaranteed goose bumps if it brushed along any part of my anatomy.
“Imagine how I feel.”
I tilted my head. “You?”
“Yeah. I’m usually stuck in a tour bus or chartered plane flying to some city I won’t actually see. But tonight I’m at a Beverly Hills party where I don’t really know anyone, besides my agent and a few industry suits, talking to the most gorgeous girl in the place. Pretty lucky, huh?”
Feeling like a complete idiot, I looked around again. And then I pointed at my collarbone with my index finger. “Me?” I repeated.
Shane threw back his head and laughed. Instantly I wished I could record the sound on my phoneso I could play it on repeat. Forever. It was the most delicious noise I’d ever heard. “Yeah, you. Where did you come from, anyway?”
“Bronxville,” I squeaked.
Shane laughed even harder. When he finally got control of himself, he brushed at his eyes. “And do you have a name, or should I just call you Bronx all night?”
All night. “Delaney. Delaney Fraser.” I extended my hand.
“I’m Shane.” Offering his last name would have been redundant. Shane’s fingers closed around mine, the pad of his thumb pressing into the center of my palm.
I nearly groaned. Please don’t let go, ever. “Would I sound like a groupie if I said I already knew that?”
He quirked a rich, sable brow. “Are you a groupie?”
I shook my head. “No. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a fan.” Since high school, when lusting after rock stars I’d never meet was safer than talking to boys I encountered in my real life, who eyed my chubby body and frizzy hair with barely disguised revulsion.
“I do love my fans.” Shane’s throaty growl pulsed in my ears, and for a moment I let myself believe he might be flirting with me. But then I looked down, a blush staining my cheeks as a sea of uncomfortable memories rushed in. Get a grip, Delaney. Why would Shane Hawthorne ever be interested you? All those years of awkwardness, of feeling so uncomfortable I almost couldn’t bear it, were still trapped inside me even though my reflection in the mirror had changed.
Shane lifted his other hand to my jaw, pulling my gaze back to him. “Don’t do that.”
His fingertips were hot, controlling my blood flow like some kind of stylus. I could feel it rushing to the surface of my skin, surging to meet Shane’s touch. “Do what?” I asked, my voice a ragged whisper.
“Look away from me. I like feeling your eyes on my face.” He balled his hand into a fist against my cheek, stroking my flesh with his knuckles, each touch erasing a tiny piece of the self-conscious teen living inside me.
Knowing this was probably the last time I would be so close, I studied Shane. Memorized his face. His lips, I decided, were almost too full to belong on a man’s face. Tried to imagine how they would feel on mine.
“If you keep looking at my mouth like that, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.” Shane’s comment interrupted my perusal.
Color me gullible, but I couldn’t help myself. “What would happen?” I breathed. There was a moment before Shane answered, a moment when I lost myself in his eyes. His pupils were black flies caught within a whorl of amber. My heart thudded inside my chest, trapped by the darkness I saw within the depths of his gaze. Shane Hawthorne wasn’t just some vapid one-dimensional celebrity. He bristled with intensity. And even in the center of a Beverly Hills party, punctuated by popping corks and trying-too-hard laughs, waves of danger rolled off Shane’s broad shoulders, swirling around me like the chilly waters of the Pacific.
I should have been scared. I was, actually. But not scared off. I wanted to meld my body against Shane’s taut length, potential groupie status be damned. Desire filled my lungs, every breath a heady cocktail, and I swayed toward him, catching myself just before crashing into the perfectly carved statue wrapped in tight jeans and a shirt that did nothing to hide his rippling abs.
Shane stood still, watching the flicker of emotions on my face with interest. “Maybe we should go somewhere else. Somewhere with a lot less people. Somewhere we could both be wearing a lot less clothes.”
Pulling my eyes away from Shane’s blistering gaze, I looked down at the trail of feverish skin exposed by the plunging neckline of my borrowed dress. “I don’t think I could wear anything less and still be considered dressed.” I didn’t even recognize myself right now. Was I flirting?
His laugh was a caress, the rich timbre soothing nerves rubbed raw by his overwhelming presence. “That’s my point. Exactly.”
Breath punched from my lungs and I staggered back a step. Shane didn’t mince words, did he? I raised my face back to his, just as he reclaimed the distance I’d put between us.
“Let’s go,” he added, one of his hands reaching out to cup my elbow.
A shiver tore through me at Shane’s blunt command, reality hitting hard from the shock of his palm sliding against my skin. Instinct made me step back, out of reach. I didn’t have room in my life for Shane Hawthorne. He was a distraction I couldn’t afford. There was only one man I should be focused on right now, and he was sitting in a jail cell. Because of me. I was the only one who knew he was innocent, except he’d made me promise not to say anything. I was free because of him, but feeling alive—smiling and laughing and having fun. It had been three years since any of those things felt appropriate, or even possible.
Tonight, I did feel alive. And I was smiling and laughing and having fun. God, it felt so good. And so wrong.
There was a woman lying in a cold grave tonight whose laugh I would never hear again.
What Shane was offering—more of this, of him, of feeling this way—terrified me. Spending the night with Shane Hawthorne, or even just a few hours, would either be knock-my-socks-off amazing, or a bitter disappointment. Either way, when he walked away from me without a second glance, I’d be crushed.
I had reached my quota of broken dreams already. One more might break me.
“Sorry. That’s not who I am.” I forced the words out through gritted teeth, the quivering kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach launching a winged protest. I’d already started to walk away when Shane grabbed my arm, pulling me so close I could feel the washboard of muscles ridging his abdomen. His touch seared my skin, melting my willpower.
“Who are you?” he whispered in my ear. Shane’s breath was hot along my neck, sending ripples of need racing in all directions before making their way to one spot in particular. Throbbing enmasse.
My resolve wavered, desperate to claim the promise shining from Shane’s eyes. The promise that he’d outshine everything in my world for just a few minutes. That he’d make me forget about the wrecking ball that had slammed into my life and shattered everything I’d ever believed in. But this kind of reaction, just from a touch…No. Any more and I’d go into toxic shock.
I glanced around, not wanting to make a scene, wrenching my arm from Shane’s grasp with a small grunt and forcing words past my lips that left a bitter taste in my mouth. “No one you want to know.”






Tara Leigh attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie.



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