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Saturday, July 26, 2014

RELEASE DAY / The Divine Book 2 by Desiree DeOrto

The Divine (Divinity Stone book 2)

The legend has become reality, even if the people of Shiloh, Virginia don’t know it yet.

Starlette McKinley had moved across the US only to find that the darkness raging inside of her wasn’t something of her own creation. It wasn’t something that could be medically treated by psychiatrists or any type of medication. The darkness was her power, and it was going to stay.

When she accepts that the greatest threat of all lies within herself, she will have to choose: Push away all those that she loves in order to keep them safe, or keep them near and witness their deaths.

Only through the help of The Divine will she be able to face what is to come. But at what cost? What sacrifice will The Divine demand as payment?

Author Bio

Desiree DeOrto is a mother of four adorable little hellions. When she's not busy wiping noses, stopping toddler WWIII, cooking, or cleaning she can be found creating complex characters in believable worlds, throwing confetti, or causing general mayhem. Desiree believes in the power of words, and works hard to create an escape from reality through her stories. She loves to hear from readers so don't hesitate to contact her through Facebook

Victory Run (The Story of Victory Payne Books # 1, 2, 3) by Devon Hartford | Series Review

Victory Run 
(The Story of Victory Payne Books # 1, 2, 3) 
by Devon Hartford 

There’s only one rule in Rock & Roll: Don’t sleep with anyone in the band.

Victory Payne is the hottest lead guitar player on the night club scene of Hollywood’s infamous Sunset Strip. With nothing but her car and her guitar, she’s ready to claw her way to success. Victory never gives up.

Then she breaks rock’s cardinal rule. She falls in love with her lead singer, the gorgeous and brooding Scott Walker. That is mistake number one.

Mistake number two is a roadblock named Kellan Burns. Kellan is primed to claim the title of hottest lead guitar player in Los Angeles with his rugged good looks and his own guitar slung as low as his tight jeans. Kellan isn’t the kind of guy to let some upstart babe with a six string stand in his way.

Victory Payne, meet Kellan Burns.
Ladies, you will need a fire extinguisher for this one.

From Victory Run Book #1

The world famous rock club The Cobra Lounge is located at the heart of the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, California. It rumbles around me as the opening band quakes the building with their hard rock sonic assault.

I put the finishing touches on my makeup in the green room mirror backstage.

The green room walls are dotted with photos of all the famous bands who have played here. My bandmates surround me in the small no-frills room, waiting impatiently to go onstage.

The throb of booming bass guitar and kick drums pounds the walls. The bass is so intense that my bottle of mascara does a buzzing dance across the makeup table in time with the beat.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

There’s a quick knock on the green room door before it swings open. The music from the stage is suddenly twice as loud.

The club’s stage manager leans inside the room. He’s an older guy with longish hair and gold pirate earrings. Vintage rocker. He barks at us over the sonic storm, “YOU GUYS ARE ON IN FIFTEEN MINUTES! GET READY TO ROCK!”

My bandmates and I nod at him. We’re all smiles. This is our first time playing at “The Cobra.” It’s a really big deal to be here. Over the last forty years, most of the biggest bands in rock have played here.

Bobby, my drummer, hollers at the stage manager, “WE’RE GONNA KNOCK THE FUCKIN’ WALLS DOWN, MAN!”

Rex, my bass player, shouts, “HELLS YEAH!”

The stage manager puts his hand to the headset mic in his ear, listens intently to whoever’s on the other end, then chatters a reply, “Copy that.” He turns back to me and says, “THE HOUSE IS PACKED WITH PEOPLE HERE TO SEE YOU GUYS! GET READY TO BLOW THEIR MINDS!” He pulls the door closed, muting the sound of the band on stage, and he’s gone.

My band, Skin Trade, has built up quite a fan base in the L.A. music scene over the last two years. We have a growing following on Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter. We’re positioned to break big. We have so much momentum, it’s gonna happen soon. I know it.

Rumor has it that a bunch of record producers and music execs are in the audience tonight. This is our chance to show them we can bring the house down. I’ve worked so hard to get here, I’m not even nervous thinking about it.

I’m so ready for this.

I return my focus to the old school makeup mirror in front of me. Big globe lightbulbs surround the glass. I put the final artful touches on my smokey eyes and glimmering black lipstick.

When I finish, I slide my chair back and spin in front of the mirror. A leather clad rock & roll assassin smiles back at me.

Hair: primped.

Makeup: perfect.

Outfit: sexy as hell.

I wear a short midriff studded biker jacket, skin tight low-ride lace-up black leather pants, black stripper heels covered in silver spikes, and a studded black leather bra.

I did my best to put together an outfit that looks like it came from that girl genius who runs Toxic Vision clothing and makes all her outfits by hand. She and I have the exact same sense of heavy metal style.

Deadly sexy.

Rex grins at me, “Your male groupies are gonna break their dicks off in their jeans when they see you walk on stage tonight.”

The pouty curl of Rex’s lips and his fitness model body have gotten him laid more times than I can count. If he owns a shirt, I’ve never seen him wear one. His stage attire is shirtless with tight pants and motorcycle boots. With all his ink, the girls drool over Rex’s delicious bad boy bassist looks at every show.

Bobby, our drummer, eyes me up and down and winks at me. He has the most gorgeous mane of long hair I’ve ever seen, male or female. With his stage makeup on, he’s the perfect blend of handsome and beautiful. He’s a total rock and roll lion. He blurts, “I’d fuck you.”

My voice drips with sarcasm as I say, “Thanks, Bobby. But, do I have to take a number and wait for you to finish screwing your pride of four girlfriends first?”

Bobby really does have four girlfriends. Amazingly, none of them know about each other. I don’t know how he does it. My guess would be his groupie girlfriends all suffer from starry eyed denial. The ladies always seem to have a thing for the wild drummer types.

“For you,” Bobby grins, “I’ll make an exception. You can come to the front of the line.”

I ignore his innuendo and chuckle, “Wow, that makes me feel special.”

Rex snickers, “Want me to leave you guys alone for two minutes?”

“Two minutes!” Bobby laughs. “I need two hours, bro. You know how horny I am before a show.”

“I know, dude,” Rex frowns. “You’re always trying to fuck my leg like a dog,” he chuckles.

Bobby makes a hound dog sound, “Aaah-ROOO!!!!”

They bump fists and laugh.

Men. I roll my eyes. I’d be surprised if Bobby could even get it up for me, considering how often he has sex.

“Just give me a blowjob, Victory,” Bobby begs while drooling over my skin tight outfit.

I smirk, “Ask Rex for one. I still need to warm up my hands.”

Bobby grabs his crotch lustily, “You can warm your hands up on my shit.”

I shake my head, “I need to play my scales on my guitar, dumbass.”

“My shit’s as big as a guitar neck,” Bobby says confidently. “Got the big headstock and everything.”

“You wish,” Rex chuckles.

I pat Bobby on the shoulder affectionately, “I’m sure you’ll find yet another ignorant slut to hook up with tonight.”

Bobby grins, “The ignorant ones are the best kind.”

Boys will be boys.

I’m used to the constant sexual tension of being the only girl in the band. And this is rock and roll, so it’s all about the sexual tension. It helps that Rex and Bobby are like my brothers. They would never cross that line. Besides, I already have a boyfriend, and I’m a one man kind of woman.

From outside the green room, the opening band goes quiet and the crowd cheers. A minute later, the club P.A. starts playing canned music to keep the energy up. The tune is Back In Black by AC/DC. It’s mandatory tuneage at every hard rock show between bands, but the song still makes me smile. Angus Young makes his guitar growl like no one else.

The energy and history of The Cobra buzzes around me. I can’t wait to become a part of it. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It’ll only be a few minutes while the stage hands shift the band gear around.

Then we take to the stage.

I step past Bobby and grab my guitar case from where it leans against the wall. I unlatch it, pull out my cream colored 1987 Fender Stratocaster, sling it over my shoulder, and plug into my amp. My Strat is the same axe the late Jimi Hendrix played at Woodstock, and the same one played by the great Yngwie Malmsteen. Those guys are my top two guitar heroes.

As my fingers fly up the strings, a spray of melodic notes flows out of my small Line6 practice amp like rainbow raindrops. Not a light drizzle, but a downpour. I’ve been playing guitar for so long, I don’t really need to warm up anymore. But I do, because more than anything, I love playing electric guitar.

It’s my addiction.

My name is Victory Payne, and I’m a rocker chickaholic.

Rex watches me play and nods approvingly at my improvised soloing. His face eases into a hot sultry smile. “Shred that shit up, Victory.” He slings his bass over his muscled shoulder and lazily fingers the strings. He isn’t plugged into an amp, but I can hear the click and rattle of his bass strings join time with mine.

I do a series of quick trills on my strings with my left hand, then start tapping the fretboard with my right, just like Eddie Van Halen, the godfather of two hand tapping.

My high-pitched notes dribble out of the Line6 speakers like liquid candy.

“Play it!” Bobby grunts as he machine guns a staccato rhythm on the countertop in front of him with his drumsticks. He taps his boots on the green room floor like his feet are on the kick drums, keeping perfect time with my impromptu solo. A thick mane of hair swirls around him as he bangs his head energetically. Pantene totally needs to give him a contract. Even in the dim light of the green room, his hair shines like spun silk.

The three of us continue improvising a series of rocking riffs in perfect time.

A gleeful smile creeps onto my face as we play. I have the best bandmates in the world. We’ve played together on and off for the better part of five years. The last two, we’ve been dedicated 24/7 to our band, Skin Trade. Of all the musicians I’ve ever played with, the connection Rex and Bobby share with me is the closest thing I’ve ever found to a telepathic link. We anticipate each other’s every move, and countless fans have told us we’re the tightest live band they’ve ever heard.

I don’t know what I’d do without them. I can’t imagine being in any other band.

Our impromptu jam ends on a crescendo and we’re all smiling from ear to ear at our shared creation.

“Did someone tape that shit?” Bobby asks.

“I’ll remember it,” I say, meaning it.

Rex glances around at the photos on the green room walls and marvels, “Can you believe The Doors played here?”

“And Guns N Roses,” Bobby adds.

“Don’t forget Led Zeppelin,” I say.

“And Avenged Sevenfold,” Rex grins.

“And Metallica and Wild Child,” Bobby says.

“I think King Diamond even played here,” Rex says. “Now we’re playing here. A year from now we’re gonna be headlining arenas across the country.”

“You know it,” I smile proudly at both of them.

We’ve worked our asses off getting this far. This is our night to shine in the spotlight. I can only imagine what’s going to happen when we hit the stage. It’s gonna be insane.

The door to the green room opens and Scott Walker struts in. He is the lead singer and leader of our band.

He’s also my boyfriend.

Scott is the walking incarnation of rock & roll. Tall, lean, angelically handsome yet devilish and dangerous. Silver pants hug his slender legs and hang low on his hips, revealing the V of his flat stomach beneath the hem of his tight black T-shirt, which is emblazoned with bold white letters that say “FUCK.”. Tattered black combat boots complete the outfit. His short blond hair is spiked, and mirrored sunglasses cover his eyes.

Scott is everything all fathers with daughters worry about. Scott was born with the natural ability to seduce all females. I know from experience. He doesn’t even try, and women gravitate to him. When he opens his mouth and sings, all female legs within earshot part willingly.

On most nights, mine still do.

But, after being Scott’s girlfriend for two years, I know there’s more to him than first impressions. With all that beauty and talent comes a mountain of heartbreaking work. Scott can be higher maintenance than a walking toddler with sticky fingers. But he’s worth it. At least, that’s what I’ve always told myself.

“Damn, Vic,” Scott says, “you look fine as hell tonight, babe.”

I hate it when he calls me Vic. It sounds like a guy’s name. Telling him it bothers me never works. Scott does what Scott wants. I’ve learned to pick my battles with him.

Scott squeezes my ass possessively, staking his territory. I’m nobody’s property, but I can pretend to be if it keeps the peace this close to show time. Yet another battle I’ve let Scott win. He can be very insecure.

Scott turns to Rex and Bobby and says, “I bet you guys want a piece of this, don’t you?”

He’s referring to me like I’m a half pound of ground beef. He’s not always like this. I swear.

“She looks great,” Bobby says politely, staring at the floor.

“Totally,” Rex says blandly, pretending to tune his bass.

Scott has a temper and he likes to bait people to see if they’ll challenge him. Rex and Bobby know not to ruffle Scott’s feathers. When he’s around, they never say anything about my looks, good or bad.

We’ve all learned to handle Scott. Considering Scott writes all the music and lyrics, and sings our songs, we don’t have much choice.

Scott does what Scott wants.

Scott slaps my ass and digs his fingers in hard. “You putting on weight, Vic?” He arches an eyebrow at me.

That eyebrow makes other women melt.

At the moment, I’m over it.

I frown at him, “No.” I say it more defensively than I want to. There’s no way I’m gaining weight. I count calories like I count time in my head. It’s so automatic, I don’t even think about it anymore. Image is as much a part of making it in music as the music is, but it’s a necessary evil. I moved to Hollywood to make it big, not get a big ass.

Changing subjects, I say, “We should head to the stage.” I step toward the door. “We’re on in five minutes.” I glance at Rex and Bobby, “Come on, guys.”

They stroll toward the green room door.

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Scott says, “I need five minutes alone.”

Bobby chuckles, “Like the Pantera song? You gonna kick someone’s ass?”

“Naw,” Scott says, “just need to get my head together.”

With Rex and Bobby standing behind me in the door frame, I shoot Scott a glare they don’t catch. I know what ‘getting his head together’ usually means. I told him to quit snorting blow months ago. He promised me a hundred times he’d quit. He’s probably nervous about tonight’s show. I get it. But cocaine is never your friend in the long run. It’s wrecked more of mine than I care to count. Scott thinks he’s different from everyone else. He thinks he’s special. In some ways, he is. Too bad the blow doesn’t see it that way. But I’m not going to call Scott out in front of the band and give him a “Say No To Drugs” lecture five minutes before stage time at the biggest show of our careers.

“You sure?” I ask Scott, tilting my head and widening my eyes accusingly at him. It’s my last ditch plea for him to stay straight for the night.

Scott lowers his mirrored shades so I can see his ice blue eyes. They’re as mirrored as his sunglasses. Inscrutable. “Promise,” he says softly. “Just need to focus for a few minutes.”

I can’t tell if he’s lying. Then again, I never could.

The stage manager pops his head through the open doorway. “Four minutes and counting, people. Get to the stage.”

“After you,” Rex says to me.

“Ladies first,” Bobby grins at me.

“Don’t sweat it, Vic,” Scott says, “I’ll see you on stage.”

Rex and Bobby herd me out of the room.

“Don’t be late,” I warn Scott as I walk out the door.

“This is rock and roll,” Scott chuckles. “Shit never goes as planned.”

If you love rockers and music, this series is for you! Yes, it evolves from a foundation of a love story, but this series is so much more.

Our main character Victory Payne's journey to achieving her goal, playing her guitar and belonging to a successful band, is depicted here in all its rawness, intimacy, and gut-wrenching reality. It is an eye-opener to the journey a musician must endure and persist in with a dedication that absorbs all their energy and will-power as they are tested time and time again.

Left homeless, without a band, and dumped by her boyfriend/band leader, Victory is left to survive based on her wits, friends, and the kindness of strangers. It is her unmovable determination to survive that compels her. Everyone she meets cannot but realize her single purpose to survive makes her unique. Her focus remains on her goal, even though she is human and in need of love and compassion. Kellan Burns comes into her life just as she hits rock bottom. What starts as fan based attraction, develops into a friendship and collaboration that will touch your hearts.

Pursuing a dream is never easy. It is the struggle that makes it worthwhile. These are words we hear all the time. Our author Devon Hartford uses his gift for lyrical prose to help immerse us in this struggle, as silent spectators witnessing this story.

The topic "from rags to riches" rocker stories are a dime a dozen. Few stories make an impact where your soul is involved in the plot line and you feel emotionally invested. I think I have found one of those few and do not hesitate to recommend this series to those of you who are looking for a love story that goes beyond hot romantic scenes.

"My whole life I searched for you, my need like a disease. I can't live without your love; you bring me to my knees" - My Whole Life lyrics sung by Kellan Burns 

About the Author Devon Hartford

A lot of people ask me, "Why is a guy writing romance novels for women?" The answer is simple. Everyone falls in love. Even men. Imagine that. ;-)

But it goes deeper than that. I write romance to explore and understand my own emotions.

No matter what most guys say on the subject, emotions are a part of the human experience for women AND men. Guys who deny their emotions, especially the difficult ones like sadness, grief, loss, and hurt, are missing out on a big part of life. Everyone has emotional scars. It's impossible to make it from cradle to grave without getting banged up along the way. For all that pain, we can also heal ourselves.

My stories feature characters who are on a quest to heal their pain, and in the process, find love. We all know that a loving relationship can be a conduit for both partners to heal together. When that happens, it's truly a beautiful thing.

It's my hope that my readers can gain some perspective regarding their own emotional wounds, and perhaps heal in some small way by going through the emotional journey I went through while writing my stories.

Book Links:

Victory Run  Book #1

Victory Run Book #2

Victory Run Book #3

Victory Run Paperback (Books #1, #2, #3)

Another Series by this Author




Friday, July 25, 2014

THE SEDUCTION (THE ARRANGEMENT) by Carly Phillips | New Release Review



by Carly Phillips


Revenge is a dish best not served …

Zach Anders swears to get revenge on Sean Ferro for hurting his sister. The best way to accomplish his goal? Hurt someone close to him in return.

No one can get near Ferro’s on again - off again fiancĂ©e - so Zach sets his sights on the next best thing, the woman Sean considers family, the girl who grew up next door, Chloe Reynolds. The plan seems simple -- get close, find her weak spot, exploit it and walk away.

Then Zach meets Chloe and he falls hard. And fast. How can he use her for revenge when he wants to keep her for himself?

This well written novella brings together Sean Ferro with one of his friends - Chloe. She grew up with Sean (being his neighbor), and what started as a juvenile crush has now evolved into a friendship and brotherly/sisterly love. Sean is very protective of Chloe... and let's just say, Chloe is an innocent who needs protecting.

Throughout the story, you cannot help yourself wanting to warn her not to be naive. She is sweet, openly warm and friendly. Unfortunately, her douche bag ex boyfriend betrayed her and she is living with the consequences of his actions. Having sworn off men, she is concentrating on finishing college and pursuing her dreams.

Meeting Zach changes her life and outlook on men. What appears to be her Prince Charming is more than meets the eye. Yet there is something there between them that cannot be denied.

This story dovetails with H.M. Ward's story The Arrangement as they share some of the characters. Although we readers love Sean, his appearance in this story is a simple cameo as protector of Chloe. Our main characters Chloe and Zach are the ones who must journey searching for what is love and what is real. Hope you enjoy this enticing novella.

 About the Author

Carly Headshot smallNew York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips tossed away her legal briefs and a career as an attorney to become a stay at home mom. Within the year, she turned her love of reading into an obsession with writing. Over 30 published novels later, Carly writes sexy contemporary small town romances, striking a balance between entertainment, humor and the emotion her readers have come to expect and enjoy.
Carly is a New York Times bestseller, USA Today Bestseller, Publisher’s Weekly bestseller and as of 2012, a Romance Writer’s of America RITA Nominee. In 2002, Carly’s novel, The Bachelor, became Kelly Ripa’s “Reading with Ripa” pick on Live with Regis and Kelly, making it the first romance ever chosen on a nationally televised book club.
Carly received her undergraduate degree from Brandeis University and is a graduate of Boston University School of Law (J.D.). To date, Carly has over thirty novels to her credit, all available wherever books are sold.
When not writing or playing online, Carly loves to read, occasionally to knit, and to spend time with her family. She lives in Purchase, New York with her husband, two daughters and her dogs, a soft coated wheaten terrier and a Havanese. Her dogs are prominently featured on her website and Facebook page.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Filthy Beautiful Lies & Filthy Beautiful Love by Kendall Ryan | TWO BOOKS - COVERS REVEALED

Filthy Beautiful Lies (Book #1) 
Filthy Beautiful Love (Book #2)

By Kendall Ryan

Filthy Beautiful Lies (book 1)
Release Date: August 18th

I have no idea why she auctioned off her virginity for a cool mill. Regardless, I’m now the proud new owner of a perfectly intact hymen. A lot of good that will do me. I have certain tastes, certain sexual proclivities. My cock is a bit more discriminatory than most. And training a virgin takes finesse and patience – both of which I lack.

Sophie Evans has been backed into a corner. With her sister’s life hanging in the balance, the only choice is to claw her way out, even if that means selling her virginity to the highest bidder at an exclusive erotic club. When Colton Drake takes her home, she quickly learns nothing is as it seems with this beautifully troubled man. Being with him poses challenges she never expected, and pushes her to want things she never anticipated.

A sinfully seductive erotic romance where everything has a price and the cost of love is the highest of all from New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Kendall Ryan.

Filthy Beautiful Love (book 2)
Release Date: September 29th

I never expected to watch Sophie walk away. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet. New goal: Seal the deal and rock her world so thoroughly she never wanted to leave again.

Highly sexual and emotionally charged, Filthy Beautiful Love is the provocative conclusion to Filthy Beautiful Lies.

About the Author

Romance author. Shamelessly addicted to bad boys, kissing and steamy romance novels brimming with dark, angsty tension. 

Uninhibited by Melody Grace | 5 Star Review

by  Melody Grace
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: July 21, 2014

He’ll teach her a pleasure beyond her wildest dreams… 

Alicia Wright isn’t the kind of girl to make out with a stranger in a dark alley. She’s spent years playing it safe, pining after the perfect man – who’s about to marry someone else. She doesn’t know how to move on, until a sexy stranger turns her world upside down with a wickedly tempting proposition…

She’ll rescue him from the edge of oblivion…

Rock star Dex Callahan swore his days of fame and debauchery were behind him, but the spotlight keeps calling his name. Determined not to fall into his old life, he goes looking for distraction -- and finds an intoxicating red-head with a mouth made for sin. One kiss could never be enough, so Dex offers her a deal: spend one week with him, and she’ll forget her old flame ever existed.

Together, they’ll ignite a passion that will change them forever…  
No rules. No limits. As the whirlwind week of pleasure unfolds, Alicia discovers a desire she never knew existed – and the tortured heart Dex hides behind his charming smile. But can old loves so easily be replaced? And when the week is over, will their bond be strong enough to weather the storm?
Melody Grace returns with her sexiest book yet!

UNINHIBITED is part of the Beachwood Bay series, but can be enjoyed as a stand-alone novel.

*This book contains adult situations and explicit content. 17+*


I just finished this book and it is haunting me. You know... when you are so into a story and after you finish it you just don't know what to do with yourself? I went ahead and bought the rest of the Beachwood Bay series just so that I can catch up and read about all these characters our author Melody Grace has created. All I can say is what a trip!

At the end of Unrequited, Dex makes Alicia an offer. In this new book, Alicia must decide whether to continue living her life full of regrets and unfulfilled dreams or to take a risk and pursue one week with Dex to unlock herself and spread her wings. This is a week they ( or I) will not soon forget.

As a reader, you take a risk when you discover a new author. You hope it will be entertaining and provide you an escape into a world we all dream about. Wow! I took the plunge and I am happily immersed in this world created by our author. I would love to find someone like Dex with all his sensitivity. His connection with Alicia's inner self is to be admired. But his jealousy... well that is the fly in the ointment as they say. Let me know if you enjoyed this book as much as I did! 


About this author

Book-lover and author of USA Today & international bestselling Beachwood Bay series. UNCONDITIONAL out March 18th! I'm 28, a SoCal transplant, and sexy new adult romance junkie ;) Stay tuned for snippets and swag!

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