February 17, 2015

*^*Character Blog Tour*^*MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle, Meet Stella

Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

 Author: Erin Noelle 

Genre: Erotic Romance

Photographer: FuriousFotog 
 Cover Design: Hang Le
Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge... When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over. But I was wrong... Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again. No matter what anyone else thinks, Wrong never felt so right.
Stella Laughlin
Mia's sister & best friend
Owns a tattoo parlor
Marches to the beat of a different drum
A girlie-girl at heart with a streak of bad ass
Mia's POV   After about a fifteen-minute trip, I pull into the parking lot across the street from NONA, short for New Orleans ‘N Athens, a popular upscale Cajun restaurant, which is well-known for its Oysters Rockefeller and Shrimp and Grits. Shifting the transmission into park, I take several deep breaths to help calm the nerves using my stomach as a dance floor, and before I can lose my resolve and drive myself back home, I hop out of the SUV and scurry through the oppressive Georgia summer heat toward the entrance. As soon as I walk through the glass door, I see Stella perched on one of the stools up at the old-style wood bar, chatting it up with some of the other patrons and openly flirting with the young bartender. Thankfully, the stool to her right is open, and as I slide onto the green padded seat, she begins to squeal and bounce up and down in her chair. “Oh my God! You really came! You really came!!” she yells loud enough for the entire first floor of the restaurant to hear. Lunging her upper body in my direction, she wraps her arms tightly around my neck and kisses my cheek. Releasing the embrace, I smile timidly at her. “Yep, I really came, and I’m sure all of Broad St. is now aware of it too.” She ignores my snide remark and continues on with her overly-animated greeting. “And look at your hair, woman! It’s abso gorgey. How long have I been telling you to add some color into your life?” Stella Laughlin is the only person on the face of the earth that can say the words abso gorgey, and not make me want to slap her across the face. Not only has she been my best friend since I can remember, the one person who has never turned her back on me, no matter how many times I cancelled on her for our nights out or didn’t return her phone calls for days upon end, but she’s also my only sibling, younger by three years. Hands down the most eccentric and unconventional person I know, Stella not only marches to the beat of a different drum, she’s often on a completely different radio wavelength. Wearing wild clothes and having hair that would make Rainbow Brite jealous is only the tip of the iceberg with my dear sister. She smokes pot daily, keeps a sugar glider—Hazel—and a miniature pig—Zsa Zsa Gapork—as pets, owns a tattoo parlor, and doesn’t believe humans are meant to be monogamous. A girlie-girl at heart, she’s got a streak of bad ass in her that brings grown men to their knees…often. It’s safe to say she was never a fan of my extremely conservative, extremely unadventurous ex-husband, and the feeling was most definitely mutual. On multiple occasions over the years, she and Mark would get into arguments over a variety of topics, primarily how he never supported my painting. Always my biggest advocate, she told me time and time again I was wasting a talent that should be shared with the world. Now, I only hope she is right. “Your idea of color and mine are a little different, Stel,” I tease as I ruffle her canary yellow bob. “What’re you drinking tonight?” She looks down at her nearly empty glass and then up at the bartender she was talking to, her smile growing wide when she makes eye contact with him. “Drake, baby, can you bring her a Grey Goose and tonic and another Long Island for me, please?” “Sure thing, Miss Stella,” he winks at us before moving down the bar to grab the necessary liquors for our drinks. “You’re on a first name basis with the bartender?” I ask, cocking my eyebrow at her, not that I’m really surprised. From what I can tell, Drake is exactly Stella’s type—tall, thin, bald, and has full, colorful sleeves of tattoos sticking out from under the NONA staff t-shirt he’s wearing. “Oh, I know a lot more than his first name, sis.” She giggles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s got a hot roommate too, who I also know more about than his first name.” My mouth falls open as I stare at her in disbelief, then glance over at him, and finally return my eyes to her. “Are you serious?” I whisper dubiously. “Drake and Cole both get their ink done at the shop, and they’re good friends with one of the artists, Jimbo, so we party together sometimes. A lot of us come here to eat and drink on our days off, because they hook us up with free drinks,” she explains casually. “So you haven’t slept with both of them?” Drake picks exactly that moment to walk up and set our drinks down in front of us. Obviously hearing my question, he chuckles, and with his gaze held on Stella, shakes his head. Not backing away from his stare, she lifts the glass and takes a long, seductive drink from the straw. “Not at the same time,” she coos at him, batting her thick eyelashes, and then twists to look at me. “But not from a lack of trying.” He throws his head back with a deep laugh. “You’ve got that right, Miss Stella. I told you I don’t do two dicks. Now if you want to bring your beautiful friend here to join us,” he flashes a wicked grin in my direction, “I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.” “She’s my sister!” I blurt out, appalled at the mere thought of his suggestion. “Even better, baby.” He waggles his eyebrows at us before leaving to help another customer. Glaring at my sister as she fails miserably to contain her laughter, I shove her shoulder rather hard, almost causing her to lose her balance on the stool. “Stella! That is disgusting! Why are you laughing?” I exclaim angrily. “And you wonder why I never go out with you or hang out with your friends?” “Oh my God, Mia,” she explodes with laughter, righting herself and slapping the bar with amusement, “he’s totally pulling your leg. I’ve never slept with Drake or Cole. They’re more than a decade younger than me. Are you kidding? I’m like the mom of the bunch, except not really motherly.” I scowl hard at her, not finding her sense of humor very funny. “I don’t know whether or not to believe you…about any of it.” She wipes the escaped tears from her cheek then pats my arm soothingly. “I promise you, I may be the free spirit of the family, but I’m not a whore, nor am I robbing any cradles. I like my men to be old enough to remember the joy of getting a new Trapper Keeper before each school year, someone who knows what a card catalog is, and most importantly, a guy who thought Punky Brewster was the fucking shit.” “Hey, I’ve jacked off to Soleil Moon Frye on more than one occasion,” Drake adds as he saunters up, rejoining our conversation. “You jacked off to her big ass tits, perv,” she snickers with a roll of her eyes, “and I wasn’t referring to her in a sexual way.” Paying no attention to her, he turns to me with a big, friendly smile and extends his hand. “Sorry about earlier; you can’t ever take anything I say seriously. I’m Drake, by the way, Stella’s smartest, funniest, and most handsome friend.” I shake his hand and relax a bit in my seat. “Nice to meet you, Drake. I’m Mia, Stella’s uptight older sister.” “Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart. I’ll leave you two alone to chat; just flag me down if either of y’all need anything.” He grins at me and winks at Stella again before taking off down to the other side of the bar. And then Stella and I do exactly what he suggests—we spend the next three hours talking, drinking, and laughing, and for the first time in a long time, I feel happy.
  Author Bio 
 erin noelle 
 Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
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*^*Release Day Blitz*^* Rogue Cowboy by Kasey Millstead

Title: Rogue Cowboy
Series: Down Under Cowboy #5
Author: Kasey Millstead
 Release Date: February 17, 2015
Trust. It can take a lifetime to build, and be shattered in an instant.

My trust in men had been shattered.

The walls surrounding my heart were reinforced with steel so thick it was impenetrable.

And, then he came along. Zeke Stewart.

My worst nightmare.

The answer to my prayers.

Includes the much anticipated Cowboy Struggles (Ava & Jeremy) a Novella.

You loved them in Sky Cowboy, and now Ava and Jeremy are back to share their story about their journey to having a family.

Join Ava, Jeremy and Oscar as they navigate the emotional struggles handed to them.


Kasey Millstead has again knocked it out of the park with Rogue Cowboy, the latest book in the Down Under Cowboys Series!!
I will say this now, I am being very vague with this review because I don’t want to slip and post any spoilers. This book is about Zeke and Sienna, and oh my goodness are they an amazing couple. We first meet them in Tatted Cowboy and there were sparks starting to sizzle between them. Zeke is Luke’s brother who has been away for a while and ends up helping at the tattoo parlor. Sienna is a friend of Laura, Luke’s wife, who has moved up to Pine Creek to start her life over after having a tragic past.
Zeke… oh my goodness he is perfectly sexy, tatted, dirty and a gentleman, in my book this combo makes up an amazing book boyfriend and did I mention he talks dirty? *Swoons* There happens to be just enough angst, humor, and sexual tension to the story and Sienna and Zeke have sexual tension in spades!
There is also a little surprise at the end, Kasey has added a short novella called Cowboy Struggles. It brings us back to visit with Jeremy and Ava and the problems they are having trying to expand their family. Ava feels she is at fault and is failing as a woman and a wife, Jeremy feels he is failing Ava because he is unable to give her what she has always wanted. This was a heart wrenching journey and it had me in tears at times. Jeremy is and has been my favorite of the cowboys and this was an amazing addition to come across.

I’m really starting to think I need to move to Australia….. 

5 Smoking Stars!!!

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Kasey Millstead lives a quiet life in country New South Wales, Australia, with her husband and their four young children. She enjoys baking, singing (ridiculously out of tune) & spending time with friends and family. Kasey has always harboured a deep love for reading and writing, and she is now lucky enough to be living her dream of being an Author.

~:~BLOG TOUR & REVIEW~:~Be Mine Forever by Kennedy Ryan


be mine forever

Can a secret crush . . .
Jo Walsh has loved Cameron Mitchell for as long as she can remember. Whether front and center in her life or on the periphery, the tall, brooding artist has made his presence seductively and irresistibly known. But whenever they start to get close, Cam pulls away. Jo's tired of keeping her feelings in a box Cam is afraid to open. If he wants her, he'll have to prove it. And if he doesn't, Jo will need to know the real reason why . . . . . . become the love of a lifetime?
How do you walk away from your soul mate? Cam wishes he knew. No matter how far he runs from Jo, he can't resist looking back at the silver eyes that seem to see right through him. But as well as Jo thinks she understands Cam, the dark truth about his past is something she shouldn't have to handle. Cam's sure that setting Jo free is the right thing to do. Too bad his heart has other ideas . . .


“So how long are you here in New York, Cam?”
She watched, fascinated, as his shoulders lowered a few inches and the firm, beautiful line of his mouth relaxed.
“I’m not sure.” Cam plated her French toast, sliding it to her across the counter. “Sebastian wanted me to scope some galleries for my first official exhibit.”
“That’s great.” Jo said the words around the delicious caramel goodness dissolving in her mouth. “Also great? This French toast! Have you been cooking a lot while you’re here?”
“Nope. First time. Been eating out every day and night.”
Jo slowed her chewing, noting the makings of her favorite omelet on the counter. Shitake mushrooms, spinach, and turkey bacon. Those weren’t items you’d have just lying around in the fridge of a suite like this, even if it was more of an apartment than a hotel room. Especially if he hadn’t been cooking. Jo computed all the information and landed on a conclusion that raced straight from her brain to her never-does-learn heart.
“Did you get all this stuff just for me? This morning?”
Cam frowned, folding the omelet with much more concentration than it should require. He finally turned the burner off and looked at her, eyes guarded.
“It was nothing.”
“But did you have to go out? I could have ordered room service.”
“There’s a grocer up the street.” Cam slid the omelet onto a plate for her. “I wanted to at least give you a home-cooked breakfast.”
“Is that supposed to make up for six months of pretending I don’t exist?” Jo gave her usually checked irritation a little free rein.
“Don’t start.” Cam poured eggs for his own omelet into a bowl, glancing away from the bowl just long enough to narrow his eyes at her. “I told you I needed some space.”
“From me?”
“From everything. From Walsh, from Kerris, Amalie, Rivermont.” He stopped whisking and met her eyes, his still hiding something but more frank than they had been. “Yeah, you, too, a little. I needed to make my own way and live without all the drama for a little while.”
“So are you coming back to Rivermont now?” Jo stuffed her mouth with French toast so her rebel tongue wouldn’t beg him to consider coming home.
“Actually, I had an idea.” He settled his elbows on the counter and leaned forward to stab a square of French toast from her plate and placed it in his mouth. “Hmmm. That is good.”
Jo tried to focus on what he was saying instead of the maple syrup and caramel glistening sticky sweet on his full lips.
“What idea?”
“What would you think of me holding my first exhibit at Walsh House?”
Hosting his exhibit at the community center Aunt Kris had built for foster kids? The strain of resisting licking those lips and of keeping a safe distance disintegrated. Jo scurried around the counter and threw her arms around Cam’s neck, heedless of the tension that had been snapping between them.
“Cam, that is so perfect.” Jo blinked back tears against his neck before pulling away to look up at him. “Aunt Kris would have loved that.”
Her aunt had always considered Cam a second son and almost from the first day he’d shown up at the foundation’s camp for foster kids had treated him like family.
Cam grinned down at her, wearing the expression she’d seen him only give her aunt. A fusion of tenderness, reverence, and respect. She recognized that look because even growing up with Aunt Kris and seeing her just about every day of her life, she had felt the same.
Jo rested her hands against Cam’s chest, the thud of his heart pounding into her palms. Second by second, Jo became aware of Cam’s hand molding her back. Of the other hand gripping her hip. Of her softness melting into the hard lines of his body. He dipped his head, nose brushing behind her ear.
“I’m sweaty.” Her words floated out on a husky breath.
“You smell good.” His breath misted her neck and he ran one hand up and down her back in long, slow strokes. Coming closer and closer to her butt every time. She wanted to grab his hand and slide it inside the tiny running shorts that barely contained the generous curves of her backside. She wanted to hop onto the counter, drag him between her legs, jerk his zipper open, hold him in her hands, stroke him, and then…

My Review

Kennedy Ryan has given her readers one smartly written series that will sure become a favorite!
I loved the Bennett books and Be Mine Forever is the perfect story to wrap up this series. I am sad to see this chapter closing but just as excited to see what’s coming next from this breakthrough author.
So BMF is the story of Cam and Jo. Cam being that kid growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, that kid who is a statistic but also has the spirit in him to not let it define all his actions. Cam is luckily placed into an environment where privilege and substance can be found and in this place is where he found his light. Jo Walsh. Even coming from the poised and polished upbringing, Jo has always had that big heart and Cam has always been in it. As they grew, Cam had become a “member” of the family and that means that Jo is off limits to him so he dives into the role of big brother her whole life. When life starts to throw the curve ball that it’s famous for, these two finally get to come together. The only thing that holds them back is Cam’s demons, ones he never wants to surface. Jo being the strong force she is will do anything for Cam, even helping to slay those demons.
Now don’t think this is all hearts and flowers. Kennedy Ryan has accomplished the task of taking her readers on the perfect uphill downhill road that twists and turns into the darkness, hitting the suspense stop on sexy street only to travel down another road of uncertainty.
I highly recommend reading the first two Bennett books before diving into Cam and Jo’s story just so you can follow the progression of these two and to finally fall in love with them on their journey. Skillfully written as with the first two books, in Be Mine Forever we are brought front and center with Cam and Jo finally giving in to that undeniable force that keeps them tethered. But knowing that their time has come to step onto that next step in the relationship, it comes with a price, one that is paid repeatedly and we just don’t know if it can ever be the happily ever after they both secretly want. Ms. Ryan has successfully taken her readers on a journey with no premise really of which way this book will end. No worries, I will not tell you either but I will say get ready for this emotional roller coaster. With all the different feels coming to the surface, I was an emotional wreck. Grab some wine and some tissues and enjoy this best seller.


Book 1 - When You Are Mine
Book 2 - Loving You Always
Book 3 - Be Mine Forever
kennedy ryan

Kennedy Ryan writes contemporary romance and women's fiction. She always give her characters their happily ever after, but loves to make them work for it! It's a long road to love, so sit back and enjoy the ride. In an alternative universe and under her government issue name, Tina Dula, she is a wife to the love of her life, mom to a special, beautiful son, and a friend to those living with autism through her foundation Myles-A-Part, serving Georgia families.
Her writings on Autism have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and she has been featured on the Montel Williams Show, NPR, Headline News and others. She is donating a portion of her proceeds to her own foundation and to her charitable partner, Talk About Curing Autism (TACA).
Her interview series MOMMIES DO THE MOST AMAZING THINGS is featured each month in Modern Mom.