Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Review: Scoring the Billionaire by Max Monroe

Two love-matches made. 
One to go.

Even though two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren’s web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is. 

Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye.

Now he can’t stop himself from wanting her.

The only girl in her parents’ brood of five, she’s as outspoken as she is beautiful and the kind of woman who holds her own—and then some.

Always competitive at heart, if he’s going all in for love...
Wes sure as hell wants a Win-Win. 

Prepare to get a little dirty because this one might go into overtime. 
Game. On.

4 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane

I am so going to miss these bad boy billionaires with hearts of gold. We are only one novella away from saying good bye and it's gonna hurt. Scoring is Winnie Winslow and Wes Lancaster's story. Wes is the uber rich, gorgeous commitment phobic owner of the New York Mavericks football team, a restaurant with a cool name-Bad and a bunch of start up companies. Oh yeah, and he's worth three or four billion dollars. 

I like the control. I like the escapism. I like being in charge of my own life. 

Money may not buy happiness, but it definitely buys opportunity. 

He loves his work-it's his passion. He has no time for relationships that might take away from his wheeling and dealings. But he does have an eye for beautiful women. And right now, he has his eye on Winnie Winslow, the new team's physician. 

She's everything I don't want.

Strong-willed. Demanding. A mother to a young child. 

But Winnie may just be the game changer in the contest of wills. 

Winnie  is smart, responsible and a mother who puts her daughter (who has special needs)  above anything else. So getting involved with Wes is the last thing she needs. But when the opportunity presents itself by way of a chance meeting at a tempting vending machine, things happen. Quickly. Passionately. Repeatedly. 

He was a player, a many-woman man, and about the least likely candidate for a ready-made family I could think of. 

They can keep telling themselves that this is purely dirty, raw, the best sex they've ever had. But it's becoming more. Especially when Wes meets Lex, Winnie's little girl. All the things he swore he didn't want-family, responsibility, love, they are all coming at him in spades. Is he up for the challenge? 

"I can't do this." 

Wes, oh Wes, how I want to introduce you to my septic tank that needs to be cleaned out. By you, using no gloves. Or face mask. Why for the love of God man would you screw up and screw up so royally? Winnie was burnt by Lex's father Nick. He is a renowned surgeon but rarely bothers with his daughter. She has had trust issues with men and that's why she knew it was a bad idea to involve herself with a self proclaimed manwhore. It just proves- it's always been Winnie and Lex, this is her priority, and the two of them are worth coming first in a man's life. Damn it. 

"No," she whispered fiercely. " I deserve better. Lex deserves better. And for fuck's sake, Wes, do you you."

Is Wes ready to man up and face his mistakes? Is he able to be the man that these two girls deserve? Can Winnie forgive someone who hurt her heart and her daughter's? 

"Stop being the guy who asks me how my daughter is. Stop being the guy who acts like he cares, but in reality doesn't care. Stop. Being. That. Guy."
I have loved this series and we only have a novella coming our way to look forward to reading. With these crazy over the top characters I bet we could squeak out a few more books couldn't we? 

"I'm hoping you'll let me love you for always. I never want to go a day without you."

Monday, October 24, 2016

Release Blitz: A Place in the Sun by R.S.Grey

Title: A Place in the Sun

Author: R.S. Grey

Release Date: Oct 24, 2016

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When her mother’s incessant matchmaking hits an all-time high, Georgie Archibald does what any sensible woman would do: she flees the country.

Seeking refuge in the picturesque seaside village of Vernazza, Italy, Georgie’s only plan is to lie low, gorge herself on gelato, and let the wine and waves wash her troubles away...that is until she wakes up in a bed that belongs to the most romantic-looking man she’s ever seen.


After going out of his way to rescue her, the former London financier turned mysterious recluse makes it clear that despite acting as her white knight, he has no plans to co-star in her fairytale.

But Georgie isn’t asking for his heart—she’s merely intrigued.

After all, Gianluca isn’t just gorgeous—tall and tan from days spent in the sun—his touch sets her world on fire. With him, Georgie experiences the most intoxicating passion she’s ever known, and it only takes a few steamy nights for her to realize that sometimes running away from trouble is the best way to find it.

4 stars
Review by Lisa Kane

Georgie Archibald is looking for love. Anything to stop her mother from setting her up on blind dates with open mouth chewers, guys who perpetually smell like tuna fish and grubby paw snatching dates who force her to eat one handed. She is constantly compared to her brother Freddie who met and married the love of his life practically while he was still in his crib. He, his wife Andie and their three chubby cheeked spawn are a tough act to follow. In her mother's opinion, at twenty six she's just about ready to be put out to pasture. So love she will find, even if she has to leave her home in England to find it. 

"You're getting older every day!"
She'd said this to me at my twentieth birthday party, just before gifting me an actual antique hourglass, making sure to emphasize the symbolism by flipping it upside down in my hands. 

So Georgie got out her trusty globe, gave it a good spin and landed it on Vernazza, Italy.

So this is how she finds herself in Italy, with a little stop over in Rome. Her goal is to get to Cinque Terre by train, but she's giving herself a little down time before tackling the train. Georgie suffers from motion sickness. That's putting it mildly. 

When she boards the train she realizes she is sitting facing the wrong direction. Being the gracious people Italians can be, no one offers to switch seats with her when she asks. So the journey to find love in Vernazza is a vomit filled one. 

Oh bloody hell.
"Mom! The crazy lady just threw up on me!"

Gianluca has just pulled his boat up from a productive day of fishing. His cousin Massimo is waiting for his catch when he sees a woman dragging her suitcases trying to catch her breath. And down she goes! 

He and Massimo reach her, and take her to an abandoned building once used as his grandmother's bed and breakfast. When she wakes up Georgie makes some weird mistakes about who these two guys are.

I'd known it was bound to happen eventually. My mother had given me great bone structure, and growing up with naff brothers had forced me to cultivate a fantastic (and apparently, highly abductable) personality. 

It doesn't take long before she realizes she's not living in a Liam Neeson movie. She finds herself spending time with Massimo and Luca and Katerina, Massimo's wife. Over dinner she drops her plans to find a husband.

"Oh! Most importantly, he'd be open and ready for love-without a ton of baggage-"
Massimo tossed his napkin on the table and leaned back. "That rules out Luca."

Luca hasn't always lived in Italy. He once lived in England too, but love took him to Italy. Or rather the loss of it. Now he is scarred and empty and just surviving. 

Georgie is attracted to Luca, like a ton of women before her. But Katerina offers her some words of advice. 

"Because women always do," explained Katerina. "They think they'll swoop in and coax him out of his shell. They want to heal him like a bird with a broken wing, but it's actually easier with birds, because they want to fly so badly. Gianluca-well, for the past five years, he's made it clear he doesn't want to be healed. He wants to stay on the ground."

That description pretty much sums up a lot of this story. Luca may be attracted to Georgie, and lord knows she wants him in the biblical sense, but he is still lost in the past. But there are forces at work in the universe that we will never understand.

A Place in the Sun is a sweet, slightly angst, often hilarious story about second chances for some and a first time love for others. The characters on the surface are so different but anything is possible under the beautiful Italian sun!

"Fine. Thirty. By the time you're thirty, you'll be happy again and madly in love. I promise. I'll work some kind of cosmic magic to make it happen, just you wait and see."

I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things... everyday.

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors are Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I'm a comedy geek and love all things "funny". Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.


Friday, October 21, 2016

Blog Tour: 27 Lies by MJ Fields




A long time ago...

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too fucking stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who didn’t give a damn if people picked on her about wearing a crown and tutu every day. A little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting—no, damn near demanding—I protect her.

I saw the pain she hid, and as I grew older, I understood that pain. The pain of being so much to so many that there is really never a “you”.

I took control of my life...

I had to get away from everyone who pulled at me in order to claim myself. When I became the man I was destined to be, I began to live. Then, one drunken night, Ava Links, no longer a little girl, said the right damn thing to me, and everything changed. After seven years of fucking her while home on leave with no expectations, now my life is out of control…

One bad dream, one I love you, one night of pushing her the hell out of my life, one drummer stealing her heart, and one explosion took everything away.

Lies are told.
Lies are unraveling.
Lies are going to destroy.
These are my truths.

27 lies cover.jpg5 Stars!
Review by Lisa Kane

27 Truths shattered me. That ending. The tears. The heartbreak. My hatred for Luke Lane. My love for Thomas Hardy. My soul ached for Ava Links. How can this end well? 

I was determined to keep the fires of my hatred for Luke stoked. M Fields was equally determined to make me love him. I am waving the white flag in defeat. She won. I lost. 

Ava Links, the daughter of my father's best friend, the man whose shadow my father lived in until his dying breath. One night inside of her, hovering over her, her calling out to God, to me, she was in my shadow. At least, that was what I always told myself the morning after. 
Seven years later, she was still at my mercy. 
My. Mercy. 
Then she told me she loved me, and my fucking world imploded. 

Luke had to face the fact that his actions pushed Ava away. He had his reasons for why he couldn't let her in for anything more than sex. But when he threw it all away, I don't think he thought she would find someone else so soon. He detests Thomas and thinks he manipulates Ava. He thinks this is all a game to him. 

My words were a gift to her She doesn't know it, but it's true. 
Her gift is now my hell, and that hell has a British accent and voyeuristic ways. I don't want that for her. She deserves better. Always has. 

27 Lies is told from both Luke and Ava's POV's. Ave is drowning. She knows the truth about her son Chance. She knows others suspect the truth. She will not betray T's memory. He is their child. Luke be damned. Ave has cut off ties with everyone from back home. Her children and her heart are locked down tighter than Fort Knox. Meanwhile, Luke is healing from his life changing battle injuries He has to learn to walk again. He is all over the place with his emotions. His family and friends are rocks in his life. H e doesn't want to rely on them, but at some point everyone needs help. He and Ava were so close and now-well she hasn't bothered to come to see him or has even left a message. Nothing. He knows she is mad out of her head grieving. He knows that Brit was the love of her life. 

But most secrets eventually are exposed. Once they do, there's no putting that genie back in the bottle. When Luke is made aware of a few things he has a new purpose in life. A reason to go on. An anger so deep and red hot towards Ava. He blames her. She did this. Her and her Brit. 

Maybe Luke is what Ava needs to pull her out of the funk she is in. But Ava is nothing if not stubborn. Luke is nothing if not a warrior. Who will win? 

So yes, I have to be harsh, because you are worth the war.

Can Ava trust Luke not to take away the most important thing in her life? Can she ever believe that the words he used to push her away were misguided words said with the best of intentions? Words that once said could not be unsaid. Words that will haunt Luke forever. 

"You make me feel like I am nothing. You make me want to run and never come back. You make me want to disappear."

I adored this story. The angst is over the top. (the angst slut in me was jumping up and down with glee!) There are so many raw moments of truth and shame and self-loathing. When a writer pulls that out of their writer's bag of tricks, when you feel almost naked with these words-that's simply the best. 27 Truths was a gorgeous story that gutted me. 27 Lies brought me to my reader's knees a mess at times, but so beautifully pieced together by the end that I wished I could read this book all over again, for the first time.  

"We sort out our lies, pull them out of the shadows, shine some light on them, and there's the truth." 

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I watch as Dad and Tessa pull away from the curb, the place where Thomas Hardy, the love of my life, smiled at me before he took his last breath. I was so sure it wasn’t his last, and I was as sure that him being on life support would eventually mean he would wake up and tell me he loved me again.

Standing erect atop the gray sidewalk is the light pole that he was crushed against, pinned between it and a car, while on his way to get me a Snickers bar that I didn’t need.

No, I need him.

I stand on the balcony and take in a calming breath. The babies are sleeping inside, freshly bathed, adorned in the cutest clothes money can buy, swaddled in their very own Bingos that I have in triplicate because my father insists I need them that way. Their bellies are full, and they have been rocked asleep in my arms.

There is no way they can actually be affected by my pain, my anger, my sadness, but I never want them to. Therefore, if I keep my grief to their sleeping hours, I know they will be okay. I close my eyes tight and pray they will be okay.

Praying. Why do I still bother?

I place my elbows on the brick overhang, peering down at that spot where black meets gray, where the love of a man and a woman got taken away in the blink of an eye.

But it’s not gone. My love. T and my love will never go away. We have a forever love.

I stand back and wrap my arms tight around myself, letting out a low groan and releasing the pain, the anger, the hate, and all the ugly in a place where I know I can, where it will not affect a soul.

The clouds use this time to part, and the sun peers through and shines down on me. Emotions come to a roiling boil in that moment, and I shut my eyes, seeing Thomas smiling back at me.

The sun … The sun is T, my T, my love and my pain.

Really, there isn’t anything I look at that doesn’t remind me of him and the insurmountable love I have for a man who loved me so much. He lied during the pregnancy so my pain wasn’t as severe, making me believe he was the father of both our children.

There are lies in love, just as much as there are truths.

A man will tell a woman he loves that she doesn’t look fat in that dress, or that she is the best he’s ever had, or that she is the most beautiful women on the planet. It may not be true, but he believes it enough to tell her those things, to make her happy and feel beautiful, and not fat, and the best he has ever had.

A man like Thomas Hardy would do that for a girl like me.

The pain of his absence is so copious it makes me sick. Sick to my stomach to the point I do throw up. My body can’t take the sickness it feels while it breathes in the air that surrounds me, in a world without T.

I slowly lower myself to my knees and cover my face as the tears spill out, the way they do when I am on this balcony that should have a rooftop garden that we grew together. A garden that grows and blooms, and comes to life, surrounded by our love.

I sit back against the brick wall as I take in the comfort of the pain’s release. I cry until I can’t anymore, and then I take a deep breath and stand up. I close my eyes once again, one last time for now, and picture him and all the beauty that is him.

Inside, I walk into the kitchen where I have moved everything back to where T had it before I moved in. I stand there and try to make sense of the way he had things put away. It’s stupid. I know it is. Somewhere deep down, though, I keep hoping he will come back, and I will want to fix it up for him.

However, he’s not coming back.

Not ever.

I take my multivitamins then force down the damn shake that Dr. Kennedy brought here after passing her in the hospital when Chance and Hope had their four-month checkup. She came to the apartment and told me I better be taking care of myself so I could take care of my children.

She oversteps in ways that are infuriating. I get angry every time I see her. Though I know I shouldn’t. I know I am directing my anger at her, but she asks for it, and it’s certainly easier than being angry at T for leaving me.

That’s another lie that happens when you love someone. Somehow in the grieving process, you get to a point when you feel betrayed by the one who left you. Like it was a choice they made.

I opened his closet one day and tore his clothes from the hangers. I threw them all over the floor. Then I turned to walk out and get a garbage bag to shove them in. When I returned, though, I saw the mess I made, and I crumbled into a pile of his things. I sobbed into his shirts that still smelled like him, like home and happiness and love.

I could never be mad at him for leaving me when it wasn’t his choice. He was taken away by some fucking drunk who stole a car and will never be punished for his crime.

Thomas Hardy loved me until his dying breath, just like he said he would, and I will love him until mine.

That day, in the closet, I cleaned everything up, put it all back where he had put it—or, at least I let myself believe I did—and I continued to cry while I did it.

Now I walk toward the laundry room, intent on doing something that involves taking care of our—yes our—children.

I flip on the light switch, but there isn’t a damn thing to do. All our clothes are clean, folded, and put away. I am thankful for the help Mom offered through the nanny, but it gives me too much free time.

Chance and Hope almost sleep through the entire night, only waking for one feeding each. They take two naps a day, each two hours long. There is hardly an occasion when one of them are asleep while the other is awake except the night time feeding.

When they are awake, I feed them, hold them, and simply love them. God, how I love them. They are my life, my love, the reason I breath, even though it hurts, and we watch TV.

Movies on TV.

Home movies.

Ones of Thomas Hardy in concert and interviews.

I walk into our room, mine and T’s, not mine and the babies, and sit on the bed that Thomas and I spent endless hours in. If I close my eyes, I can picture him here. If I concentrate, I can hear him laugh. If I let the pain go, I can smile, remembering how he took his time showing me just how much he loved me.

Until reality sets in, and the pain starts all over again.

I consider taking a shower, but then decide against it. I can sleep for nearly two hours straight if I go into the baby’s room now.

I look down as I enter, knowing if I look at the mural he painted first, I will cry. I will cry because it’s unfair that he is gone. It’s so unfair that I almost hate God. That’s why I look instead at what he left me.

He left me two beautiful children. I will always be grateful for them. Always. But would He take them, too?

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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.
Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.
She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.
MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.
MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
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Release Blitz: Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas

Title: Punk 57
Genre: New Adult
Author: Penelope Douglas
Release Date: October 21, 2016


From New York Times Bestselling Author, Penelope Douglas, comes the latest New Adult romance of love, hate, and everything in between...

"We were perfect together. Until we met."


I can’t help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. She misses me.

In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.

It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…

And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.

Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.

We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?

Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?

F*ck it. I need to meet her.

I just don’t expect to hate what I find.


He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.

Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his phone number or picture or something.

He could be gone forever.

Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.

*Punk 57 is a stand alone New Adult romance. It is suitable for ages 18+.

4 stars
Review by Lisa Kane

"That was the day I became this. When I started to believe that a hundred people's fickle adoration was worth more than one person's love. And for a while it felt kind of good."

Ryen Trevarrow has been confessing her most intimate thoughts to her pen pal Misha since the 5th grade. She takes all her insecure feelings and let's down her guard with him. They've never met and yet they are each other's rocks. She lives in Falcon's Well and he lives in Thunder Bay. Does Thunder Bay sound familiar? If you've read Corrupt then you know this is the playing ground for Rika and her four horsemen. (there just may be a few pop up scenes with our favorite bad boys and the girl they all love)

The first year, we were required to write each other as part of a fifth grade project, pairing students in her class with students in mine.

But after the school year ended, we didn't stop. Even though we live less than thirty miles away from each other and have Facebook now, we continue to communicate this way because it keeps it special. 

Now in her senior year of high school she's no longer an outcast. She was once the girl who was last chosen for teams, the invisible one that the popular girls ignored. But now she's one of the mean girls-the one who belittles others to stay in control. That control which is superficial.

There's a lot going on with Misha Lare.  He's always relied on Ryen for inspiration for his music. 

She's my muse, and she has to know it by now. I've been using her as a bouncing board for years, sending her lyrics to read. 

He and his father have a complicated situation but he adores his younger sister, Annie. She's the overachiever in the family. Always pushing herself to be the best, to shine the brightest. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her. His band Cipher Core is based out of Thunder Bay. They are enjoying a growing fan base and are doing a scavenger hunt event. Who else do you think is going to be that night?

Things get really complicated after this point. Complications always seem to attract heart ache and someone always manages to get hurt. I have to admit, warming up to Ryen is hard, really hard. But then I have to remind myself she is in high school-everyone screws up in high school. We crave the acceptance while trying to find ourselves. Our emotions are all over the place, and people rarely have their heads on straight during those four years. Ryen's treatment of those kids outside her clique is sickening, but even she knows that. Sometimes it takes some people longer than others to find their voice. 

"Because I was a kid and I thought there was something more. I traded friends I didn't think were good enough for friends for friends who really aren't good enough."

There's going to be a reckoning for both Ryen and Misha. Both are going to have to confront their deceptions and pay the price. In the end will  the price be too high?

"I'm not sure I could ever give you up again."

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About The Author:

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into ten languages and include the Fall Away Series (Bully, Until You, Rival, Falling Away, and Aflame), as well as Corrupt and Misconduct. Her New Adult romance, Punk 57, releases October 21, 2016, and Next to Never (A Fall Away Novella) is coming in January 2017.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and shops at Target almost daily. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.

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