Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I have a sneak peek of Drunk Dial by: Penelope Ward!

  From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him. Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions. I didn’t think he’d call me back. I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become. Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets. Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake. A complete STANDALONE.

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    Copyright © 2017 By Penelope Ward After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days. Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me. I looked down to find he’d sent a photo. I gasped. It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie. Fuck. Me. He was beautiful. I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone. I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body. Was this a cruel joke? This was not Landon! But, it was. With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo. Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him. “Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me. This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see. God. A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession. A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant. The message that went along with the photo simply read: Now show me you.     Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.   Connect with Penelope Ward Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram  

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Out Now! The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by: Sunniva Dee...I loved this book!


The Truth about Porn Star Boyfriends
 
Blurb:
 
I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He f*cked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
 




  

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The lineup of authors helping me celebrate this time is astonishing: Adriana Locke, Alyson Santos, Cheryl H McIntyre, D Nichole King, Emma Scott, Harloe Rae, Jewel E. Ann, Kennedy Ryan, Lex Martin, L.J. Shen, Lynn Vroman, Rachel Van Dyken, Saffron A Kent, SC Stephens, Stacy Kestwick, and Tijan.





My Review: (ARC provided)
An amazing 5 stars!

Well I think this book just earned the top spot now of Sunniva’s books. I could not put it down. I actually was making myself car sick reading it but couldn’t turn away so would look up for a breather and go right back in.

I felt like I was the heroine in this book, I was living through what Savannah was. I felt and understood her feelings. It was perfectly conveyed.

Ciro (H) was the perfect guy-until he wasn’t, until Savannah discovers the truth about his job; how he earns his money. And honestly as a woman how can you live with that? How can you live with the fact that your boyfriend the person you love and are supposed to trust has sex with other people for a living? I couldn’t. No matter how perfect the person is. That’s a deal breaker, right? Or you would think it was until Ciro does everything else right including helping with your very distraught mom when no one else can. He is the perfect man. I hated it and wanted to scream. Haha but really I hated what he did and that’s how I felt Savannah. I knew she was feeling the same.

“He knows better than to reach for me, my beautiful man who cheats for a living and got himself tossed out of my life.”

“I wanted to skip that part. Be with you and be the best me I have in me with you, always.”

What I loved so much about this story is that it was real. All the emotions and feelings between these two characters are perfectly described. This is far from a perfect love story; these people have flaws, fears, and regrets. As much as I wanted Ciro to give everything up for Savannah that’s all he knew and had. I didn’t want Savannah to be okay with it. Why should she be? So I had this constant tugging going on. In my head I’m thinking, “Leave him if he loves you he’ll quit,”

“But if he quits he may resent you.”

I love when books do that to me, have me constantly thinking. I loved the last couple paragraphs of this book, it was the perfect ending.

Sunniva has a way with words and has you loving her perfectly flawed characters. Ciro and Savannah have become favorites of mine; I’m not ready to let them go.

I highly recommend!


Excerpt:

 It’s been three days since he left.
     I have a photo of him on my phone.
     I know what to do with it.
     He’s an actor. He makes films. All I need is to Google his photo, and I’ll get that artist name he doesn’t want to give me.
     So much secrecy. Deep down I know why. The news that photo will bring me will be terrible, and I’m a dunce for not accepting the writing on the wall when it’s scribbled in black, sloppy italics all around me, yeah—dunce.
     I should upload it to Google.
     It’s so easy.
     Ciro has rented a yacht for the weekend, and he’s paid off Il Signore to have me come along as his personal waitress. My boss knows we’re together, I’m sure. He also loves my boyfriend’s restaurant tip every time he orders out.
     I’m on my bed after a long night shift at Mintrer’s, cell phone in hand and his beautiful, smiling picture open in my photo album. He looks at me like he thinks I’m the world. He looks at me like this photo is for me and I’d never betray him. He looks at me with love in his eyes.
     He’ll be back on Thursday. It’s only four more days. What are four days when we have three indescribable months behind us? I owe it to him to wait.
     “I’ve made my mistakes,” Ciro said. “I want to do it right with you.”
      I make his photo into my screensaver.


 Author Bio:
Sunniva was born in Norway, the Land of The Midnight Sun, but spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece—Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in California, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah. Sunniva has a Master's degree in Spanish, which she taught until she settled in as an adviser at an art college in the South.
Sunniva writes New Adult fiction with soul. Sometimes it's with a paranormal twist, like in Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love. At other times, it's contemporary, as in Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, and now Walking Heartbreak.
Sunniva is the happiest when her characters take over, let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep you on your toes until the end of each story.

You Don't Know Jack Schmidt By Susan Renee...Giveaway!


Blurb:
I’ve always been the social butterfly, the girl with an Angry Vagina Box, the one who goes home with just about anyone for a booty call. So, why in the hell am I lying in bed alone on a Friday night downloading The Watering Hole dating app onto my phone?
Wait, what? No. Why am I creating a profile? No, no, fingers! Stop scrolling!
Whoa...he’s cute.
Kind of nerdy chic, but cute.
I bet he’s a barista.
Why am I drooling over the guy who has a strong set of morals and only wears matching socks? Who the hell is this guy?
Available on Amazon ~ 99 Pennies!

Snippets:
# 1
“The Watering Hole...it sounds like a pee trough or something.” I shake my head and lay my phone down next to me, willing myself to fall asleep before I do something stupid. The idea waffles back and forth in my mind for almost fifteen minutes. I don’t know what the heck makes me do it, but my finger hits the link to download the app before I can stop myself.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I mumble. Within about fifteen seconds The Watering Hole app is on my phone and I’m opening it to see what happens. Will there be a list of guys I can just choose from? “I bet they’ll all be mega nerds who boast what big dicks they have.” I snort. “‘Cause you know, they speak Spockly and carry big dicks.”

# 2
“Hey Jacoby?” I say quietly as we sit in the treehouse copying math homework off each other. “Yeah?”
I’ve been waiting to ask him this question since yesterday, but I had to be certain we were alone first. Going through the foster system as much as I have sucks on so many levels. I may have made it to the eighth grade, but there’s so much I don’t know, and nobody to ask except my new best friend.
“Uh, so...do you know...what a twinkie is?”

# 3
I watch as she reaches for a bottle of lotion. She squirts some into her hand and looks up at me again. “You are about to taste like hot buttered rum.” She says. “My favorite.” She licks her lips and runs her hand up and down my length spreading what must be a flavored lube all around me. I gasp as a cool sensation spreads at her touch, and hold my breath for what she might do next.
She’s going to do it.
Breathe.
Shit.
Breathe Jack. You got this.
Oh, my God, she’s really going to do it.
My very first blow job.

Author Bio:
Susan Renee wants to live in a world where paint doesn’t smell, Hogwarts is open twenty-four/seven, and everything is covered in glitter. An indie romance author, Susan has written about everything from lawn mowers to thick colossal bottles of wine, and has won a Snuggle Buddy award for her nonfiction book, “The Hula Hoop Tester’s Guide to Jumping.” She lives in Ohio with her family and seven tiny donkeys. She’s a Pet Whispering major from OMGU with a Masters in medical care for inanimate objects (a la Doc. McStuffins). Susan enjoys crab-walking through the Swiss Alps, drinking Muscle Milk, and doing the Care Bear stare with her closest friends.

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