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Temporary (Indelibly Marked book 2) by Kim Carmichael

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In a temporary world only tattoos are permanent…

Content, consistent and calm described Ivan Harlow’s life to a tee. Satisfied with being a artist at the world-famous Permanent Tattoo, playing the role of eternal side-kick, and of course, hooking up with his best friend’s baby sister, his days are predictable and fun, and nothing has to change. With his live story permanently embedded in his skin, he still can’t help but feel anything he dares to love will only be temporary.

All Emily Elliott wants are some big changes in her life. She wants to make it big in the world makeup, needs to show her three big brothers she is all grown up, and dreams of truly being with Ivan, the man she has wanted since she was seven years old.

However, when the fate of the tattoo shop is put into Ivan and Emily’s hands, they must not only work together outside of the bedroom, but face their own personal truths, and figure out what is permanent, what is temporary and where love fits.

Temporary is Book Two in the Indelibly Marked Series that revolves around the lives and loves of the Elliott Family and Permanent Tattoo. Each full-length book can be read as a stand alone, and features its own couple.

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Black Lies by Alessandra Torre ~ IS LIVE~

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Happy Release Day Alessandra Torre, can’t wait to start Black Lies!!!!  Make sure to enter the fabulous Giveaway Ms. Torre has going on 🙂

 

Black Lies

Synopsis:

Brant: Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for 3 years. Has proposed 4 times. Been rejected 4 times.

Lee: Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his body. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost 2 years, whether he knows it or not.

Go ahead. Judge me. You have no idea what my love entails.

If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t.

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Eyes of the Woods by Eden Fierce ~Release Date, August 25th, 2014~

Author Jamie McGuire‘s daughter, Eden Fierce is just days away from releasing her first novel, Eyes of the Woods. How exciting for her! My daughter will be reading this on release day and just might join her in a buddy read. 

Looking for a YA romance for yourself or someone you know, why not check it out. Pre-order is up and release date is Aug 25th 🙂

 

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Priceless by Raine Miller ~Cover Reveal~

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Raine Miller always has the most beautiful covers, and Priceless is another work of art. I can’t wait for the release of Priceless by Raine Miller.  I’m dying for Lord Ivan!  I LOVE this lady’s books!  Make sure to add Priceless to your Goodreads TBR.  Better yet…Pre-order your copy for automatic delivery on the 12th 🙂

PRICELESS BY RAINE MILLER

RELEASE DATE: September 12, 2014

Ivan Everley, 13th Baron Rothvale, will tell you himself he’s the LAST person on earth who should have custody over a priceless collection of art, but since when does the irony of life ever fall in line with what somebody wants? Ivan might be a Lord according to British law, but he’s just a regular guy with an appetite for speed…and women…and some dominating kink in the bedroom. Yeah, just a regular guy who happens have Olympic gold medals stashed away in his house. Riiiight. His public profile is merely a sham–his private life a carefully guarded secret borne out of the pain of betrayal. Even his famous cousin, Ethan Blackstone, doesn’t know the whole story about the man he considers a brother.

Lord Ivan has a plethora of problems piled up to his aristocratic eyeballs–that only get more complicated when a beautiful art conservationist shows up to appraise his inherited collection of paintings–but that doesn’t stop him from digging himself in deeper. Nope, not a bit. Once Ivan gets a taste of Gabrielle Hargreave, mistaken identity or not, he can’t think of anything else but how perfect she felt in his arms the night he first laid his eyes on her.

He wants her, and what Ivan wants, Ivan gets. He is Lord Ivan after all. Gabrielle soon discovers that the Dom in him isn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. But, yet, Gabrielle Hargreave might just teach our discontent lord a thing or two about life, and about himself, and help them both discover the undeniable truth in what it means to find something genuinely…priceless.

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DEEPER by Robin York~ Review- Incredible Read!

There are some books that just resonate with you and you aren’t sure what it is about them but it consumes your thoughts trying to figure it out. Deeper by Robin York is one of those books. My review probably doesn’t do the book or the author justice but wow what an amazing story teller York is. I can’t wait to read more of her work.

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

what an incredible read!

Deeper by Robin York isn’t necessarily a new storyline/premise. However, what makes this book extraordinary is this author’s way with words. There are very few authors whose style of writing grips me in such a way that I want to crawl inside of the book to feel even more emotion. I found myself rereading passages for the pure lyrical beauty of the words. Robin York’s words are raw, edgy, concrete and emotionally charged.
I want to soak up the words endlessly.
The story itself was one that dealt with some troubling and common social topics. Both Caroline and West were great characters full of life. Their angst tugged at the heart and you couldn’t help but want to root for them. Their honesty and vulnerability was realistic and sincere.
Deeper is one of those books I can’t seem to articulate the beauty of. You just have to read it for yourself.
Can’t wait to delve into book #2 Harder where Caroline and West tell us more.  D 5 +/5

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ON THE RECORD by K.A. Linde~ Blog Hop, exclusive chapter excerpt and giveaway!

Hey crew,

Book #2 of one of my favourite and most anticipated series is coming on our way. Check out an exclusive chapter excerpt and follow along the tour for the rest of the chapter!!!! Be sure to read book #1 OFF THE RECORD if you haven’t already. Brady Maxwell is one of the best book boys you will ever meet. He just might be my favourite (sorry Ramsey).

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For political reporter Liz Dougherty, election day—a day of looking toward the future and saying goodbye to the past—seems like a fitting time to start a new relationship. But feelings for her former flame still linger…
The sexy second book in bestselling author K.A. Linde’s Record series decides whether it’s better to pick up the pieces and move on…or to pick up right where you left off.

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Chapter 1

election day

I can’t believe you dragged me to this party,” Victoria said.

Liz’s best friend was standing against the bar with a drink in

her hot-pink-manicured hand. She looked as gorgeous as ever in a

skintight black dress covering her voluptuous body, and bright red

heels to match her cherry red lips.

“You’re the one who said that you wanted to go out with me

tonight,” Liz reminded her.

“I didn’t know it was to a newspaper party . . . on election

night.” Victoria tossed her dark brown hair off her shoulder and

looked at Liz beneath thick black lashes coated in mascara.

“I’ve only been working toward this, oh, I don’t know, all year.”

Victoria shrugged. “Some things are important to you and some

things are important to me. At least we both agree on alcohol,” she

said, holding up her glass.

Liz giggled and took a sip of her drink. “Liking the effects of

alcohol and liking alcohol are two different things.”

“That’s like saying liking the way Hayden kissed you and liking

Hayden are two different things.”

“Coming from the girl who will kiss anyone!” Liz cried. Gah!

Did Victoria have to bring this up again? How often had they had

this conversation since she and her editor at the paper had shared

that heated kiss over the summer?

Giving up Brady had been bad enough.

Her affair with the State Senator Brady Maxwell had lasted the

length of the summer, and in that span of time she had fallen

unequivocally in love with him. In love with a man whom she

couldn’t be with because she was a reporter, a liability to the campaign,

a liability to everything he had worked for. And then on the

night of his primary victory Brady had given his acceptance speech,

proclaiming her, in all but name, as the person who had made him

believe completely in this journey he was on. It was in that moment

of clarity that she had known what she had to do.

If she forced Brady to decide between her and the campaign, it

would have hurt him; and if he chose her and lost the campaign, he

would resent her. She hadn’t been okay with either of those scenarios.

So Liz had taken the choice into her own hands and walked

out on him, and she hadn’t heard from Brady in the two and half

months since she had left. Two and a half agonizing months.

“I can kiss whoever I want, Liz,” Victoria said.

“Like the Duke Fan?” Liz chided, shuddering.

“Yes, I can’t believe you are so freaked out that I went on a date

with someone who goes to Duke.” Liz just shrugged. “And anyway,

you’re the one swooning over your Hayden Lane.”

Liz’s eyes shifted from Victoria to Hayden, standing only a few

feet away lost in conversation. If he heard a whisper of this, Liz

would kill Victoria.

She wasn’t ready for a relationship or really anything else with

Hayden—or anyone. Victoria didn’t understand why, but then

again, she didn’t know that the guy Liz had been seeing over the

summer had been Brady Maxwell. No one did. Certainly not

Hayden. He didn’t even know she’d been seeing someone.

That had made it difficult to explain why she wouldn’t go out

with him. It wasn’t like she could just come out and say she was

too emotionally bruised by a certain sitting State Senator and was

stupidly hoping that he might come find her. She had tried sidestepping

Hayden when he had asked her out, but then she’d had to tell

him something, and none of her excuses seemed to be good enough.

How long could she keep a guy at bay after kissing him the way

she had in front of the Lincoln Memorial in D.C.?

“Swooning?” Liz shook her head, trying to keep her voice down.

“Are you serious?”

“He’s been flirting with you all night, Lizzie.” Victoria batted

her eyes at Liz.

“Oh, stop calling me that.”

“He won’t.”

That was the truth. Hayden hadn’t stopped calling her Lizzie

since that night they’d kissed over the summer. Victoria found it

hilarious and always poked fun at Hayden whenever she could.

“You’re insufferable. You know that, right?”

Victoria smiled in a way that said more than even her perfectly

arched eyebrow. Liz didn’t know why she let her best friend get to

her so easily. She wasn’t ready to move on. She wasn’t over Brady

Maxwell . . . as much as she wanted to let go. Their relationship

had been too important for her to just easily move on to someone

else. Perhaps that was silly.

“Well, if you won’t make a move, then maybe I should,” Victoria

suggested, like she had just thought of it.

“Hayden’s not even your type.”

“Type?” Victoria asked. “What is this thing you speak of?”

“He’s not currently working toward or already has a PhD.”

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde has written the Avoiding series and the Record series as well as the new adult novels Following Me and Take Me for Granted. She grew up as a military brat traveling the United States and Australia. While studying political science and philosophy at the University of Georgia, she founded the Georgia Dance Team, which she still coaches. Post-graduation, she served as the campus campaign director for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. lives in Athens, Georgia, with her fiancé and two puppies, Riker and Lucy.

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THE RENTAL by Rebecca Berto~ Cover Reveal

Title: The Rental, #1

Series: The Rental

Author: Rebecca Berto

Genre: Erotic Romance

Expected Release Date: September 22, 2014

Cover Designer: Berto Designs

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Synopsis

At first, Rick Delaney watched Vee Wyland with the hungry eyes of a fox as if she were a rabbit … his rabbit. But one day, he slunk away without notice.

Months away from graduating high school, Vee’s life is on the verge of crumbling. At home, dire finances and long hours test her family. Her boyfriend hardly pays attention to her. And she can’t shake her feelings for his older brother, Rick.

Then, all in one night, tragedy tears her teetering life into shreds.

When Rick and Vee reunite, the sparks fly. However, she unwittingly signs away a future for both of them. In his world, a place called The Rental, she becomes Victoria and Rick becomes Rhett. One part of her watches with fascination, while the other unfurls and embraces her sexual awakening. It began as a game, but the consequences are real.

Following their heart’s desire is forbidden, but walking away could strip their hope for a future.

The Rental is an erotic romance that explores how sex isn’t purely physical; sometimes, it’s a gateway to your soul.

 

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Chapter 1

Rick Delaney was parked outside my house with my boyfriend. He stepped out of his car and lifted two fingers, saluting me at the front door. He shouldn’t have been.

How could he return to Melbourne after a whole year when I resigned to a life without him—a life, specifically, with the brother he’d arrived? Bottled-up feelings pounded in my chest so hard I was glad no one was home to witness it.

And my boyfriend? He tripped getting out of the passenger seat. That’s what can happen when you looked at your mobile phone instead of your girlfriend’s smiling face. My expression soured as he passed me, not even a peck on the cheek.

“What’s with the ride?” I called.

Their mum, Mrs Delaney, should’ve been dropping Justin off like usual. But he ignored me and trudged farther into my house.

Rick noticed my expression and jogged up the stairs. Elder by three years, he stood tall with the composure of a man compared to his teenage brother. Strong shoulders filled out his dark T-shirt. He was bigger in not only his upper body but everywhere—thick arms and thighs and a solid build. Add that to a smile and he melted the hearts of women everywhere—seventeen-year-old girls included.

“Mum and Dad are in Europe,” Rick said. “They call it a long-awaited honeymoon. Justin and I call it a mid-life crisis.”

My jaw hung open. How could Justin not tell me? I thought this type of thing excited a boyfriend. Weeks of no parental supervision at home—it’d excite me if not for the sudden pit of worry in my belly. “They’re away? They’re not here?”

“That’s what a holiday is.” Rick deadpanned.

“It’s just that Justin never told me anything.”

“It was only a few days ago.”

As if that made it okay. If Justin didn’t spend so much time with his phone in his face, he might have remembered to tell me. I didn’t know why, but it cut me that I didn’t know an important change in his life. I told him every time my dad left to truck interstate for work and that was every few weeks. He was gone more than he was here, and Mum worked odd hours. It was lonely and hard to stay away from the temptations Justin and my best friend, Cara offered me at parties or when we hung out.

“Hey, bro,” Justin called behind us. He came up and slammed his hand on the side of the front door. “Come fix the washing machine.”

“Washing machine?” I asked. Why are you acting like you live here? I was close to adding.

“Yeah,” he held out the front of his top, “got a Coke from your fridge and it squirted everywhere.”

“We don’t have any Coke left in the fridge.”

“You do in the spare one.”

I bit my lip and flexed my fingers by my side. Facing him, I cracked a thin smile. Most of the time, Justin wasn’t like this. Correction, before recently, my boyfriend wasn’t like this. He kissed me like no one else, and made me laugh, but damn it, he either had the memory of a goldfish or was too ignorant to care.

“That was for tomorrow night!” I stared into his eyes with hope of making him feel guilty, but he was clueless. “Dad’s back from Sydney tomorrow, and Mum’s got a dinner for us three. You know he loves Coke. You know he’s been away for weeks. You know Mum’s too busy working to buy more groceries before then.”

Justin shook his head. “So uptight.” He squeezed my ass, smiling as he planted his lips fully to mine. “I love that about you, but seriously, I forgot. And, your mum works at a supermarket, for fuck’s sake.”

True, but Justin drank Coke, and ate all the ice cream, and ate all the chips, and I got sick of explaining to Mum why I was so selfish as to keep putting her out when she only requested little favours like these on special occasions. Such as tomorrow.

“I’m not uptight.” I paused. “It’s fine about the top—I’ll hand wash and Rick—”

But as I turned to tell him not to worry about fixing the washing machine, my hands met a rock solid chest. I froze. My palms lingered on the contours of his defined pecs with my fingertips at his collarbone. Not able to look at his eyes, I dropped my hands, as if that would undo our moment.

It didn’t.

I’d spend sleepless nights dreaming about his body, as I did when he was far away and stopped talking to me. Pictures and memories of him were all I had.

Justin was hot with his dark eyes and brown hair, but compared to Rick, he was scrawny. Mostly bones everywhere, and when we made out, his hips rubbed into mine. I’d forgotten his shortfalls when it was just him and me. I liked him plenty and that grew to love. But now my past was back, and I had no idea what to feel when seconds ago my hands were on his brother.

That brother with a firm build, one that wouldn’t rub against me if we were to … I shut down that thought pattern. I shouldn’t imagine Rick on top of me. We were three years apart, and at my age, sex with him was illegal.

I pulled my thoughts in and mumbled, “Oh, um,” then took a breath and tried again. “Dad’s back tomorrow, so don’t worry about it. He’ll fix it then. I feel terrible putting you out.”

“It’s fine, Vee, really. Kill some time.”

“Thanks, fag,” Justin said, pulling at my arm to drag me away.

“God, Justin, you’re such an ass sometimes.” I shook out of his grip. He looked offended, so I added, “Gotta go clean up the Coke, remember?”

“Seriously,” Rick said, “you two just chill. I’ll let myself through. This way?” He pointed down the hall.

I nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

“Fine.” Justin walked the other way. “You two have fun. I’m hanging in Vee’s bed.”

“Such a tool,” Rick said, walking to the washing machine.

“I know,” I mumbled.

I took out the mop and bucket, and then went to the cupboard to grab the concentrate liquid.

“I was born with a link to him, but indulge me,” Rick crouched by the washing machine on his haunches, legs spread and hands dangling between, “why is someone as smart and gorgeous as you with him?”

“I ask myself why—”

I stopped.

He said I was smart and gorgeous.

“Oh,” I managed between strangled breaths, “thanks.”

He half-smiled then got to work. His T-shirt rode up on one side as he leant over. Just above his pant line, the angular ‘V’ at his lower back peeked out. Hard as I tried notto gawk, it was impossible when I was alone with him in this small space.

“The um,” I started and almost forgot what I was going to say. Luckily, I recovered. “The machine won’t start. Not sure what it is. Mum and I have been hand washing for now.”

Rick turned, focusing his attention on the washer. I wiped the laundry bench and cupboard and mopped the floor, trying to concentrate on the mop end and not Rick’s ass or his body bent over the machine.

After I was done, I went to my room to hang with Justin, but he wasn’t there. I did a lap of the house, called his name, and checked the other rooms too, but he had literally disappeared. I paused a moment in the kitchen, steadying myself on the corner of the bench while I let the realisation absorb. He left without a goodbye, without much of a hello for that matter.

“Rick!” I called.

He emerged wiping his top down his face. I looked away as fast as I could, but the image of his lean eight-pack projected in my imagination anyway.

Justin might’ve been outside or somewhere I hadn’t checked. He had to be. I pushed aside the topic. It would be stupid to suggest he left.

“Thank you so much,” I said, meeting Rick’s eyes, “for in there.” I pointed behind him.

“But you don’t know if I fixed it.”

“You tried.”

He smiled with his lip jutted out and nodded, as if I impressed him. “Well,” he said, “you can be a woman of modern technology from now on. All fixed. It was a loose belt. Slipped off.”

“Oh, lucky me.”

The silence became louder, and judging by the tightness between Rick’s eyebrows, he had just noticed Justin’s absence.

“Justin?” I queried, and he nodded cautiously. “Yeah, I looked everywhere for him. This might sound stupid, but I think he left. I couldn’t find him. He’s just not here.”

Rick tensed his jaw, scoping the open living area. “Bull,” he said, but by the dismissive tone, he sounded like he was saying it to himself or about something else.

He stalked off toward my backyard without another word, so I scampered after him, my little legs no match for his long strides. I flipped the light on outside and Rick walked down the steps, following the shallow lighting spilling over the clumpy, yellowed grass and shrubs lining the property fence.

“Unbelievable,” Rick muttered, I thought, but I couldn’t be sure with his back facing me or by the growl to his tone.

He eased me back with a polite hand and walked around to my front door and beyond. He surveyed the porch and front yard in the same swift and efficient manner as the back, and then turned to me. We were facing each other separated by my whole house. The front light slammed behind him and it made him glow. I supposed I looked the same, and wondered if I seemed as mysterious and alluring as he did. Not possible.

We shut the doors and walked towards each other, meeting near my kitchen bench.

“Did he tell you he was leaving?”

“Not at all,” I said, scratching my head. “I just came from the laundry and he was gone. Maybe …” but I trailed off, feeling stupid for thinking it.

“What?” Rick said, eyes narrowed.

“Maybe he texted me letting me know why.”

Rick shrugged. “You could check.”

I did, returning with my mobile phone. I had one new message.

Justin: Had to go. Sorry, babe xoxo

“Unbelievable,” I muttered, embodying the same rage as Rick.

“What? He didn’t—” Rick looked at my mobile which I handed over, and he cut himself off to read. “He did. Where did he even go? What a bastard.”

Rick’s cheeks were inflamed now, and a telltale vein popped from his forehead. He scrubbed his temples with the heels of his hands.

I remained there not doing a thing. I hadn’t seen Rick for so long. I hadn’t a clue how to calm him down or what would be appropriate.

“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “He’s my boyfriend, not yours.”

“He’s my brother. I’m here to look out for him and the kid slips from my fingers.”

“Look out?” I asked.

Rick’s face blanched. He stood there with these big helpless arms dangling on either side of his body. He coughed and said, “Parents are away. Someone’s gotta keep him out of trouble.”

“Oh.” I sighed. “It’s nice of you to come back to keep an eye on him. I’m sure he doesn’t think so. Now he can’t run amuck with freedom.” I had so many questions to ask Rick, like whether London was an extended holiday or was he there for work or did he miss me? I couldn’t ask any of them though when we had more important things on our minds.

“I don’t think so either,” Rick said in a solemn tone. The severity of it hit me square in the chest like a physical force, and my body stood immobile while I adjusted to the weirdness of everything. Justin leaving, but also the aloof Rick Delaney that had changed since I last knew him.

“I better go search.” He patted his pockets, looked over the bench, and then ducked into the laundry room. When he emerged, he walked to the front door.

I followed, and we both turned to each other at the same time, emitting a startled chuckle from me. I placed my hand over my chest. “Thanks for everything. It’s good to see you back, Rick.” I leaned up to kiss him, and he stooped to my cheek, pecking it so lightly, only the bristle of his stubble grazed my skin.

He jogged down the front steps, unlocked his car, and was about to jump into it when he looked up at me, this big, lost expression on his handsome face. “See ya,” he called. And then he hopped in and drove.

At least he said goodbye, but the whole night had left me shaken.

 

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About the Author

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Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.

Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their pets.

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FOR THE RECORD by K.A. Linde~ Cover Reveal

With the release of On the Record in a few short days, Kyla would like to share the cover for the final book in The Record Series – FOR THE RECORD, scheduled for release on November 18, 2014. Isn’t it gorgeous?! Who’s excited about this series – we want to hear from you! Blurb to come after the release of On the Record so stay tuned for more to come!!!

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USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde has written the Avoiding series and the Record series as well as the new adult novels Following Me and Take Me for Granted. She grew up as a military brat traveling the United States and Australia. While studying political science and philosophy at the University of Georgia, she founded the Georgia Dance Team, which she still coaches. Post-graduation, she served as the campus campaign director for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. lives in Athens, Georgia, with her fiancé and two puppies, Riker and Lucy.


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