Monday, June 30, 2014

BLOG TOUR - Healing the Bayou


Title: Healing the Bayou
Author: Mary Bernsen
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: May 2, 2014


Twenty year old Eliza discovers her roots in Voodoo royalty, but claiming her throne means giving up her soul mate.

After learning that she is adopted, Eliza begins her search for her biological family and is propelled into an underground world of witchcraft, seances, and sacrifices where she is worshiped as the descendant of the last great Voodoo Queen of the bayou, Marie Laveau. From her great, great grandmother, she has inherited the ability to heal the souls of others by a
simple touch of her hands.
Eliza is expected cultivate this gift and learn her craft in order to use it and her rightful title as Queen to return the Voodoo community and religion to glory. A task not so terrible if it could be lived beside the devastatingly endearing Samuel Mueller. But Samuel is her Keeper; his chargeis keeping her safe and according to tradition he is not permitted to mingleromantically with his ward. The two struggle to smother the flame that grows between them while Samuel meets his demands as Eliza's guardian, keeping her from those who would sooner have her killed than let an outsider rule the bayou. And the enemies are much closer than Eliza could have ever imagined.


Amber's 4 * Review
 
This book was different from a lot of others that I've read based in New Orleans. The story line was good but I felt like there wasn't a lot of character development. The female lead came across to me as more of a teenager instead of a grown woman. The same could be said for a lot of the characters. If your looking for an easy one day read this is the book for you. It entertaining without causing you to think too much about what your reading. 






Mary Bernsen is a southwest Florida native currently living in Punta Gorda with her two beautiful children and a third, much larger child that she affectionately calls husband. She is a stay-at-home mother and spends her days creating characters on the good side of twenty-five because she is in serious denial about the fact that she is now on the bad side of it. She has a passion for fantasy of any kind and she reviews every book she reads on her blog Read It Write. If she isn't having conversations with the friends in her head, you can usually find her clipping coupons or out on the boat enjoying the muddy waters of Peace River (as long as it isn't below 80 degrees).


1. I'm a stay-at-home mom to two beautiful chilets, a seven year old boy and a four year old girl.

2. I married my husband at the tender age of 21. He is still the love of my life, and the primary reason I totally believe in soul mates.

3. Between my mother and father, I have 4 sisters and a brother. I was second to youngest.

4. I'm an extreme couponer. The cashiers at my local supermarket know me...and fear me.

5. As a child I 100% believed I was Peter Pan. My brother fed this delusion by convincing me he kept my pixie dust safe. It was baby powder.

6. Growing up, I wanted to be a paleontologist.

7. My highlight of said career: to be the first scientist to successfully clone a T-rex.

8. I was adopted by my grandparents, and I will be forever grateful for the love they showed me.

9. I skipped eighth grade.

10. My eyes change color based on my mood. It's a genetic trait shared by at least two of my siblings.

11. I'm one of the quietest people you will ever meet. I'm not shy, I just legitimately have nothing to say.

12. In other words, I'm severely socially impaired.

13. I'm terrified of birds.

14. But even more afraid of frogs. *shivers*

15. Once Upon A Time is without a doubt my favorite television show ever.

16. Frozen has become my new favorite movie. Yeah, I'm a mom.

17. I have a dreadful sweet tooth that rules me.

18. Vegetables should go back to Hades where they came from. They have no place on my plate.

19. Sweating disgusts me. So, obviously Florida is the perfect place to live, right?

20. I love to fish, but I can't remember the last time I caught anything.


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Eliza
(Jessica Lucas)


Samuel
(Taylor Lautner)



Aunt Vivian
(Alfre Woodard)


Camille
(Taylor Momsen)


Marcus
(William Moseley)

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

BLOG TOUR - The Inner Room


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The Inner Room – where submissive dreams become reality

Dr. Marissa Roberts takes charge and saves lives by day, but spends lonely nights embracing fantasies of erotic submission. When a friend encourages her to explore her submissive longings, Marissa agrees to an evaluation to become a member of an exclusive local BDSM club. With that act, a door is opened to Marissa, and her long-standing fantasies may just become reality. 

Cam Wilder, a nurse at the same hospital as Marissa and an experienced Dominant in his private life, has no idea the prospective slave girl he will assess in The Inner Room of The Power Exchange will be his reserved co-worker. Sparks of desire ignite into flames of passion as Cam recognizes in Marissa the heart of a true submissive yearning for freedom, and she sees in him a Master who speaks directly to her soul.

Their potential BDSM paradise is threatened by the unwanted attention of an arrogant bastard who refuses to take no for an answer. His secret surveillance and devious plans lead to terrifying results that threaten to destroy not only Marissa and Cam’s careers, but the bonds of trust and love they’ve forged together as Master and sub girl.

Nikki's 4* Review:
This was the first time I had read anything from Claire Thompson and I really enjoyed it it was fast paced and I really liked the characters.
Dr Marisa Roberts has always wondered about the BDSM lifestyle all her adult life one evening she get an invitation from her best friend Dana and her husband Tony to accompany them to a private club and is so overwhelmed with what she sees that later that week she takes part in a scene with Dana and Tony and her journey into becoming a submissive begins. To be allowed to join the club Marisa must undergo an assessment, enter Cam Wilder BDSM trainer at the club and also a nurse working on the same ward as Marisa their attraction to each other is instant and he takes her on a journey through life she never thought possible.
A quick read with some hot scenes if your a fan of BDSM and HEAs you'll love this book. 
 
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“You must be Marissa. Welcome to The Power Exchange.” Marissa looked up to see a man of medium height with massive arms, barrel chest and a shaved head. He was wearing a black leather vest and matching leather pants, every visible bit of skin below his neck covered in tattoos. 

“Hi,” Marissa said. The man held out his hand, which engulfed Marissa’s as they shook. He appeared to be in his late forties, and while he wasn’t an especially tall man, he looked solid, with bulging, muscular arms and a thick neck. He was wearing a black T-shirt that stretched tightly over his barrel chest. His large nose was crooked, as if it had been broken, perhaps more than once. His eyes were dark and penetrating, and Marissa could feel the power in his gaze. 

“I’m Jack Morris.” His voice matched the rest of him, deep and strong. He spoke like someone used to being obeyed. “Tony’s told me a lot about you.”

Marissa glanced at Tony, who sat with her and Dana at the same table they’d occupied the last time she’d been to the club. Tony lifted his glass in Jack’s direction. “All true,” he grinned. Smiling at her, he added, “You’ll be in excellent hands, Marissa. The trainer who will assess you tonight is regarded as tops in his field—a real pro, and with good reason.” He turned back to Jack, adding, “Marissa won’t let you down. This one’s a keeper, Jack, you’ll see.”

You’ll see? Was Jack going to be her trainer? 

Marissa bit her lower lip. Where Tony had been understanding of her fears, and had let her go at her own pace, she strongly doubted Jack would go as easy on her. While Jack was certainly compelling, he was also rather formidable, and not what she had visualized. In truth, she’d been harboring a fantasy that she would be trained by someone like the tall, dark and handsome Master Mark from the training videos. 

Don’t be stupid. This is the chance of a lifetime. Tony and Dana say he’s the best. He owns the club, after all. He has to know what he’s doing. She realized they were all three staring at her. “If you’ll come with me,” Jack said, holding out his hand.

Marissa glanced nervously at her friends. Tony was smiling encouragingly at her. Dana put her hand on Marissa’s shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “Good luck,” she said softly. “I know you’ll do great.”

Marissa pushed her chair away from the table. Excitement warred with trepidation inside her as she took Jack’s offered hand. She was ready. She wanted this. More than that—she needed this. 

Jack stepped to the bar and lifted a panel, gesturing for her to follow him. With a last look at Tony and Dana, Marissa stepped behind the bar. The bartender didn’t even glance up as they passed her. They walked down a wide hall past a kitchen to a set of double doors. Tony turned the knob on one of the doors and pushed it open. He stepped back, ushering Marissa in ahead of him. The room was larger than she expected and looked something like Tony’s playroom, except there were more pieces of equipment, some of which she recognized, some she didn’t. 

In addition to a St. Andrew’s cross, several spanking benches, a whipping post, a medical exam table and a set of stocks, there was an interesting series of rubber strips in one corner strapped to a metal frame. The apparatus was shaped like a huge spider’s web, with cuffs and chains dangling from various parts of it. Nearby were two cages, one upright with cuffs attached at the upper and lower corners, and one low and oblong, with newspapers spread on the bottom and what looked like a dog’s water bowl set inside it.

Muted lighting was provided by a series of sconces set high along the perimeters of the room. Marissa noticed several racks, some with floggers, some with canes, some with wicked-looking single tail whips of various sizes, the largest a coiled bullwhip that looked like a shiny-skinned, sleeping snake. 

Marissa jumped a little when Jack closed the door behind them.

“You can put your things over there.” Jack pointed to a small set of cubbyholes, not unlike those found in a kindergarten classroom for book bags and lunchboxes. 

“My…things?” Marissa said faintly. She knew she would have to get naked—Dana had warned her. But now that it had come to it…

Jack glanced sharply at her. “Yes. Everything. Strip naked. Oh wait, leave on the heels. You will wait for the trainer on that dais, there.” He pointed again, this time toward a raised dais in the center of the room with a set of three wooden steps set along its side.

…wait for the trainer… Did that mean Jack wasn’t the trainer? Who was? Where were they? She realized Jack was watching her, his eyebrows now raised, as if questioning why she was still just standing there. 

Don’t blow this. Do what he says. Remember, you can always use your safeword. 

“My safeword is lemon,” she blurted suddenly, and then felt herself blushing.

Jack’s lips lifted into a half smile. “That’s nice,” he said flatly. “Now do what you’re told.”

Marissa tried to swallow, but somehow her mouth had filled with sawdust. She moved toward the cubbies and reached for the zipper of her skirt with trembling fingers. She realized she had left her velvet jacket over the back of her chair in the outer room. She stepped out of the skirt, folded it and set it into an empty space. With a glance toward Jack, she reached for the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head. Blowing out a breath, she reached behind herself and undid her pretty new bra. Jack was standing with his tattooed arms crossed over his massive chest, an implacable expression on his face, his eyes trained on Marissa.

Just do it, she admonished herself. Nudity was the norm at The Power Exchange. Half the people in the outer room were in various stages of undress, and no one batted an eyelash over it. She was being silly and self-conscious. It was just skin. No big deal. She reached for her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping carefully out of them while still balancing in her heels. 

She placed the panties on top of her clothing pile and turned to face Jack Morris. His eyes swept over her body, his expression still difficult to read. “Good,” he finally said. “Now get up on the dais.”

As Marissa moved through the room on rubbery legs she could feel Jack’s dark eyes on her. She climbed the small set of stairs and stood on the dais, wondering what to do with her arms. As if reading her mind, Jack said, “Stand at attention, arms up, fingers locked behind your neck, feet planted shoulder-width apart, eyes forward. Don’t move until the trainer tells you to move.”

Marissa attempted to do as the man had ordered, feeling at once ridiculous and at the same time kind of sexy, naked in nothing but high heels. The position forced her to thrust her breasts forward, and she felt like an object designed to be ogled, which was no doubt the intent of being forced to pose on a raised dais. Oddly, rather than feeling humiliated by being put on display, arousal burned its way through her, spreading into her sex and engorging her nipples. 

Without another word, Jack turned and left the room by the door through which they had entered, closing it with a small click that seemed to echo in the empty room. Marissa drew in a shuddery breath and released it slowly. Her nose itched suddenly, and she wondered if she dared fall out of position in order to scratch it. Keeping her head still, she managed to glance around the room, wondering if there was a camera or something tracking her movements. She didn’t see anything. Jack had said not to move, but who would know?

The itch was now driving her nuts. She dropped her arms and quickly scratched her nose. Shaking back her hair, she once again assumed the somewhat awkward position, her fingers laced behind her neck. The room was cool, but she could feel the prickle of perspiration beneath her arms, and the dampness of undeniable arousal between her legs. 

She was there on a completely voluntary basis, she reminded herself. She could leave at any time. No one was holding her prisoner. This was just an assessment, and Tony had said she was a natural sub. Not that she needed him to tell her. She knew what she was now, or more accurately, she understood now what she had the potential to become. She was being offered a rare and precious opportunity to be assessed by a top trainer. 

Marissa heard the sound of a door opening from somewhere behind her. Though she’d been told to keep her eyes straight ahead, Marissa couldn’t help turning toward the sound. Her mouth fell open as she took in the figure standing there dressed in a black muscle T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered along his body toward a narrow waist and slender hips. He wore black leather pants that looked like they were molded to his long, muscular legs, his feet shod in heavy black boots of the Master Mark variety. 

Marissa forgot all about holding her position. Instinctively she tried to cover her naked body. Her heart was thumping like a drum against her bones while her mind struggled to place the man with these surroundings. 

His piercing blue eyes moved over her body and settled on her face, and his mouth, like hers, also fell open. They stared at one another for several beats of the loudest silence Marissa had ever experienced.

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Chapter 1 


The naked woman in the video was on her hands and knees, a bucket of sudsy water beside her, a large sponge in her hand. Marissa sucked in her breath as she watched Master Mark lift his heavy black boot and bring it to rest on the woman’s back. The woman’s face was obscured by her long blond hair, but Marissa could feel the sudden tension in her body, though she continued to move her hand in wide circles over the stone floor. Master Mark pressed down with his boot until the woman collapsed onto her stomach on the cold, wet floor. 

“Why are you here, slave M?” Master Mark asked in his deep, sexy British accent. He moved his boot along her back until it rested on the nape of her neck. 

The camera moved in for a close-up of slave M’s face, capturing what seemed to be genuine fear in her wide blue eyes. “Because I was a dirty little slut, Sir,” she replied in a tremulous voice.

Master Mark laughed. “We already know that, slave. What precisely did you do that resulted in this particular punishment?” He slid his boot to her cheek and then lifted it, leaving a wet streak of dirt behind. Crouching beside her, he stroked strands of blond hair behind her ear and Marissa was struck by the tender expression now on Master Mark’s face.

“I—I was touching myself without permission, Sir,” the girl whispered.

Marissa sighed and shifted on the bed. She slipped her hand between her legs, her fingers seeking her throbbing clit. Though intellectually she was repelled by the man’s treatment, emotionally she thrilled to it. Her defenses now lowered by her desire, Marissa had to admit in her heart of hearts she yearned to be that naked girl lying on the wet stone waiting for her stern master’s retribution.

Master Mark wrapped his hand in slave M’s thick hair and twisted it back from her scalp. She winced but remained otherwise still. “That’s correct,” Master Mark said. “You touched my property without my express permission. Get up.” He tugged her hair to pull her upward. 

As the woman struggled to her feet, he continued, “Time for part two of your punishment. Stand at attention, hands locked behind your head, legs shoulder-width apart.” The camera pulled back, revealing the long, whippy cane Master Mark now held in his hand. “Twenty strokes,” he intoned. “You will maintain your position, and you will thank me for each stroke.”

The slave cast a fearful glance at cane. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed. Marissa could see the tremble in her limbs and the faint sheen of sweat on her face. Master Mark’s cock bulged in his leather pants. If these were actors, they were doing a hell of a job. 

The camera angle shifted again, giving Marissa a good view of the woman’s back, ass and long legs that ended in very high, shiny black heels. The cane hissed in the air. Marissa winced as it struck the backs of the woman’s thighs. “Thank you!” the woman yelped.

Marissa rubbed herself with fingers lubricated by her desire as Master Mark struck the woman over and over, leaving red, angry stripes on her thighs and ass. When the camera moved to her face, it was twisted in an expression that could have been agony or ecstasy. 

“Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you! Oh!” slave M cried.

Marissa’s mouth was dry, her breath a rasp in her throat, her fingers flying in the wet heat between her legs as the Master with the hard eyes and cruel smile struck the willing masochist on the screen again and again. A warm tingling sensation rose deep in Marissa’s belly, culminating in a shivery burst of sensation as her cunt spasmed in release. 

Her hand fell away and she closed her eyes with a sigh. She lay limp, no longer focused on the scene still playing on her tablet. When she could rouse herself sufficiently from her orgasm-induced lethargy, she reached for the tablet, where slave M was now on her knees slurping and sucking Master Mark’s huge cock with enthusiastic abandon. 

Marissa clicked away from the site and closed down the tablet. Her immediate urges satisfied, the usual vague feelings of shame and dissatisfaction began to reemerge in her psyche. Why was she like this? She was a medical doctor, a professional who had always held her own in her romantic relationships. What was wrong with her that she got off watching women be degraded and sexually tortured? Even worse, why did she long with such a deep and abiding intensity to be one of those women? 

Oh, get over yourself. Marissa heard her friend Dana’s voice in her head. It’s a consensual act. They both like and want what’s happening. Stop beating yourself up for your feelings. If only she could be more like Dana, who was completely comfortable in her own skin and fully accepting of her masochistic tendencies and sexual needs. 

Maybe if I found the right guy, Marissa thought, not for the first time. Someone who would just know what I want without my having to spell it out. She snorted at this line of thinking. If there was a Prince Charming, or rather a Master Charming, out there somewhere waiting to sweep her off her feet, he sure was taking his sweet ass time about it. Or maybe he just couldn’t find his way to the hospital where she spent most of her waking hours.

Pushing these unproductive thoughts from her mind, Marissa reached for her smart phone and set the alarm for five a.m. That should give her time to get to the gym for her workout before hospital rounds at seven. She reached for the lamp and turned it off. Pulling the covers to her chin, she closed her eyes.



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Claire Thompson has been writing erotic fiction and romance since 1996. With over fifty novels published, Claire recently established hew own publishing venue, RomanceUnbound.com, where all of her work is available for direct sale. Claire’s novels involve the sensual exploration of D/s and erotic romance, as well as the more intense and edgy side of BDSM. Her D/s romances explore the power and beauty of a loving exchange of power. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately her work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience. 





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BLOG TOUR - Lily (The Blackwood Wolves Saga #1)

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Title: Lily (The Blackwood Wolves Saga #1)
Author: Bonnie Bliss
Release Date: February 12, 2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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Lily Blackwood is torn between two strong men...

One, Wallace is her perfect idea of a partner, loving, loyal and handsome. The second, Bryn, is her true mate, the man chosen for her by nature and her family. Denial and naivety for nature’s choice, sends her into a rage of independence against the laws of her own destiny, family and her own father.

Wallace Kirk is assigned to protect the beautiful Lily since her birth...

His loyalties are tearing him apart. His own mate, dead, taken from him, fills his thoughts as Lily begs for his attention. She needs him, but not as much as the wolf that prowls in her flesh.

Bryn Kemp's nature and need fill his flesh...

Yet his true mate, the woman chosen for him, denies her destiny. His battle for her and his own pride must overcome her feisty rebellious streak. Both men must fight for her in the throes of oncoming battle and she must make the right choice. A decision that will shape the war.

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Amber's 4.5 * Review
 
Let me start off by saying this is not your average werewolf/paranormal book. If blood & gore are a big no-no for you then this one doesn't need to be on you "to be read" list. This book kept me reading long into the night when I should have been sleeping just so that I could see what happened next & where the twisted story line was going. It jumps POV a lot so you get to see thing differently which up me kind of took away from some of the book. One or two POV in a story is ok but reading about it from 90% of those involved leaves you with a lot of questions you want answered. Overall I really enjoyed the book and I'm looking forward to the next one. 

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Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is a husband and wife duo who have come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres is their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twist up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction.

One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

BLOG TOUR - FOREVER RIDE

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Title: Forever Ride (A Hellions Ride, #2)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2014
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Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can't be broken to protect ourselves.

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah 'Sass' Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a 'normal' life, she has settled. She's committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She's found a way to be content.

Things aren't always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it's still a hollow shell.

He's a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He's Frank the 'Tank' Oleander, Haywood's Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he's forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he's holding onto. The coma he can't pull himself out of, but her voice is the light in the darkness. He wants the girl who pulled him through when his life was literally in the balance.

She's sworn off bikers. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?  

Jennifer's 5 * Review
 
When I took a chance on an author that I had never heard of before and read One Ride, which is book 1 in this series I fell in love with the Hellions Motorcycle Club.  I have been waiting very impatiently even since then to get my hands on Tank and Sass’s story.  These two had so much chemistry in the few scenes that they had together in the first book that I just knew they were going to have an amazing story.  When I started reading Forever Ride I had no idea of what kind of emotional roller coaster ride I was about to go on.

Sass is a biker princess and is the daughter of the Hellions VP.  She has always lived the life of a biker princess.  She is sassy as hell and she doesn’t take any shit from anyone.  She has also loved Tank for as long as she can remember and he is also one of her best friends.  After a huge party one night they finally give into the attraction between them and hook up but the next morning Sass gets her heart broken.  Now that Sass is back from the ride that she and Doll were sent on to keep them safe while the club handled business she has decided to leave the biker life forever.  You can take the girl out of the biker world, but can you REALLY take the biker out of the girl???

Tank is Haywood Hellion’s Road Chief.  He is a biker through and through.  He knows that he should not touch Sass but when the attraction gets to strong he gives in and gives both of them exactly what they want, a night that neither one of them will ever forget.  The next morning Tank says some things to Sass that he shouldn’t have and it changes things between them.  While Sass is gone on a ride that was designed to keep her safe he begins to try and mend the broken bridges that are now between them.  However tragedy strikes when Tank gets shot while handling club business that will keep Sass all the Hellion women safe, and it changes his life forever.  Will he be able to get his woman back or is she really gone forever???

I am a complete junkie for motorcycle club books and this was one of the most emotional ones that I have ever read.  When I started reading this one I could not put it down.  I found myself laughing, crying, screaming, and going through most every emotion you can think of while I was reading this.  I am a huge fan of Chelsea Camaron for life.  I give this book 5 roaring stars and will be waiting VERY impatiently for the next one!!!!!!
 


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6980925 Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming. Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice. Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works. When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.
   
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Monday, June 23, 2014

RELEASE BLITZ - Wanting Spencer

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Brandon Montgomery has found the girl that he has always wanted. He can’t picture his life without Spencer Marshall in it, because she’s like his rock. She’s smart, funny, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and… of course, a good dancer.

After his crazy ex-girlfriend tried to take Spencer from him, Brandon can’t picture his life without falling asleep with Spencer each night and waking up each morning with her in his arms.

However, ghosts from his past keep showing their ugly heads, and one tragic night, Spencer is taken from him.

Can Brandon protect Spencer like he promised her father that he would? Can he get to Spencer before it’s too late, or will his past take the future he has always wanted?


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Kimberly Knight lives in the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, watching the San Francisco Giants and San Jose Sharks kick butt, crushing candy on Candy Crush, playing computer games like World of Warcraft with Audrey Harte and online poker. Now that she lives near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like...watching hot guys ski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading Romance and Erotic fiction.

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