September 21, 2015

**Release Day Blitz** All or Nothing, Wicked Games Book 1, by C.C. Wood

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He ruined me.
Even though I knew he was playing games, I couldn't resist him. He was under my skin, in my blood, and deep in my bones.
He saved me.
My life was a lie and I had no idea. He forced me to see the truth. Although it hurt, he healed me.
Because of him, I was strong enough to survive.
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Without another word to me, he picked up the handset again and clicked it. "Jack, after you take out the trash, there're two women at table fifteen. Tell them that King will be taking Jena home and that their tab is on the house." "No problem, boss." King's eyes never left my face during this exchange. When he was done, he dropped the radio on the desk again. "Now, you're girls are taken care of and you and I need to have a chat." I straightened my shoulders. "Like I said, King, I appreciate your help but I'm leaving." "Sit. Your. Ass. Down. Jena," he barked. "Fuck you, King!" I shouted. Suddenly he was right in front of me, no, practically on top of me, his left arm wrapping around me and pulling me tightly against his body. His right hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard it almost hurt. I didn't understand why, but I felt that tugging somewhere else on my body. Somewhere much lower. "Don't say it unless you mean it, darlin'," he snarled. Then he kissed me.
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CC Wood is a native Texan that grew up either reading or playing the piano. Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things. Since the voices in her head never shut up, C.C. decided to share their crazy stories and started writing books.
Now that she has a baby girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy diapers or feeding the poop machine. Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and two beagles. Follow CC on Facebook and Goodreads. She also has a website that offers special content and updates.
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✯ ☆҉‿➹⁀☆҉ Fade To Red Release and Review ✯ ☆҉‿➹⁀☆҉

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Dancing in pop superstar Beckham Woods’ entourage was the last thing Roxie wanted. Her life with little Leo was blissfully ordinary; she didn’t have time for the drama that stirring up old memories would surely cause. But when Roxie took a spot on an international tour with Woods and rock icon Ian Sterling, the lure of financial security and her passion for dance pulled her into an emotional storm that threatened to spin out of control and hurt the ones she loved most. Just as she began to adjust to her new life, it became apparent that danger was in the shadows, waiting for a chance to move... ***Fade to Red is a standalone novel featuring characters from True Love Story.***

As soon as I saw that Willow Aster had a new book coming, I knew I had to read it.  I went in to Fade to Red completely blind, not even reading the blurb.  And to say the least, I was NOT disappointed.  Willow has a way of weaving a story and her writing is on point.  When I first sat down with my kindle, I thought, “Oh, I will just read a couple of chapters and then I need to get some things done…”  A couple of hours later, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with the story.

Roxie is trying to make something of herself and to be able to take care and provide for her son she is hoping to get on Beckham’s upcoming tour as a dancer.  Of course, there is an instant connection between the two but Roxie is not interested.  At all.  Beckham feels that connection, but cannot put his finger on what it might be.

Like I said, I went in to the book blind, so I was pleasantly surprised when Ian Sterling makes an appearance in this book. (For those of you who have NOT read True Love Story, that was his book.)  Ian and Beckam are on tour together, and you get to see Ian happy. Again, which is something we all desperately wanted.  (If you haven’t read True Love Story, DO IT!)

There are some chapters that help add some mystery and suspense to this romance.  When it all starts coming together, you can feel it in your bones what is inevitably going to happen, and at the same time hope and pray that you’re wrong.  All the pieces start weaving together; they make you think a little bit, and what you get is an amazing, unique story, that I hated to see come to an end.  I wanted more, which is always something I want with Willow’s writing.


Willow Aster loves nothing more than writing the day away--anywhere will do. Her ideal place to write would be a remote treehouse somewhere, but not just any treehouse. It would need to be more like a fabulous cottage inside and free of bugs. Oh!--and a refrigerator full of Coca-cola, Orangina, and cheese.
Author of True L̶o̶v̶e̶ Story (USA Today Bestseller), In the Fields, Maybe Maby and the upcoming Fade to Red.
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Title: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #5
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
 Release Date: September 14, 2015

Don’t judge me. I know you want to, but let’s get some facts straight in my defense.

1. I love Arturo King

2. Arturo left me behind.

3. I was lonely.

4. Lansing was an old friend.

5. I love Arturo King.

Did you burn the fictional damsel in distress that cuddled and kissed her best friend when her fantastical boyfriend disappeared for months? No, you didn’t. You sympathized with her loneliness before you read ahead to make sure the boyfriend was coming back to her. Loneliness is not a crime. It’s cruel to be alone, but not a crime, the last I knew. If it is a crime, I’ll light the match to ignite myself for what I’ve done. Goodness knows, I’m burning up with guilt as it is. In my defense, I want my story to be told before I’m judged too harshly. Arturo King might be a rock legend, but he and I are human. We make mistakes. We made mistakes. Do we need to suffer for all of eternity because of them? I hope not. The jury still seems to be out, though. The greater question is: Is it possible to rekindle our love, when the past could burn us all?








If I ever wondered what the pits of hell felt like, I sensed my current position was similar to being in the fiery depths. The orange-yellow glow danced before me; blinding me to the man I knew was on the other side of the flames. His face was melting, fading in the fumes that surrounded and flowed from the heat. I sensed the wooden walls of the barn structure were crackling and eventually would crumble, but I continued to stand as if frozen. There would be no chance to freeze under the circumstances. If anything, I should be melting slowly to form a puddle on the floor. My skin felt as if it would peel off of me, one droplet of sweat at a time.

The blaze started in an attempt to gain Arturo’s attention. The boy wanted to impress his father: a rock god who stubbornly ignored his son, as he had done over a year ago in this same barn. The Barn. The place of inspiration for Arturo King and his band, The Nights. The place where they performed their magic through music. The place that marked where history was made.

I continued to stare through the flames that separated us. I could see that his lips were moving; calling or shouting out to me, but I couldn’t hear over the roar of the fire. His face was warped in my vision, drifting with the bright light that framed his head filled with dark waves and a jaw covered thicker than before. His brown eyes looked black as they stared back at me. I was trapped. The flames formed a wall between me and my beloved; a man I loved more than anyone. A man who I hurt more than I ever intended. A man who hurt me with his mysterious disappearance and lack of communication.

I didn’t move. Allowing the heat to consume me, I decided this might be my fate. Death by fire was how the adulteress was punished in ancient times. Of course, in romance novels a hero comes to the aid of the persecuted. My mind flashed to another man. He had been a hero to a little girl trapped within a burning building. He had been my hero, as well, when I was kidnapped in a drugged induced haze. He was someone I should not have been thinking of.

I continued to watch the movement of Arturo’s mouth. The roar of the flames was all that I heard. It made music to my ears, drowning out the accusations.

How could I do it? How could I be with another man?

The world seemed to stop as I struggled to give my answers. In contrast, it came alive in an orange glow that spread rapidly along the old wooden floor. My back was now against the warmth of the stones behind me. It was almost like I imagined a brick oven would feel. The ancient fieldstones were absorbing the heat and reflecting it back within the cramped space. Wood crackled above my head. The ripping sound only assured me that my end was eminent. The walls were catching and the barn was doomed to collapse.

Suddenly, I heard my name. The voice that screamed to me was clear, familiar, and not the voice that should have called for me.

“Guinie, turn around and reach up your hand,” he shouted down to me. It was like an angel spoke to me from the heavens. I couldn’t break my gaze on Arturo, but he was gesturing above me. His expression showed he clearly recognized who was over me, who was calling me. His eyes found mine through the flames and he nodded once. Then he looked away and I quickly spun reaching upward blindly. My eyes were dry, boiled orbs within their sockets. The smoke so thick, I confused it for fog. Stretching, my fingers connected with those reaching down for me. One hand was clasped, the opposite wrist encircled, and up I went into the freshness of the cool summer afternoon air. The scent of pine and lake water burned my smoke encrusted nose and I gasped for more oxygen. It was like I’d been drowning. A brief sensation I’d had a year ago in the water of that lake below.

My mind was clouded, but a passing image flashed of Arturo and me spinning in the blue water. He’d kissed me for the first time on that day then rolled us off the boat into the water in distraction. We were playful then. Not today. I heard his voice ringing in my head; his words enflamed with his bitterness.

How could I do it? Didn’t I love him? 

I balanced on hands and knees in the dry earth near the burning barn. My throat was hoarse from gassy fumes and screams. I called out his name one more time, and then the inevitable happened. The wooden structure collapsed.

L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he'd be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials fo Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.

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Love. It’s my name. It’s what I fight for. It’s Frankie. I’m a fighter. Trained to always keep my cover. To anticipate, see the next hit coming. I never expected her past to come at us swinging like it has. I’m about to take on two of the most important fights of my life. My girl and the belt. I know that I can handle it. That I’ll never stop fighting. But, what do you do when your life, your love is threatened and you can't take the hits – she has to?  You shut your eyes and fucking pray like hell that she’s strong enough, fierce enough to come out on top. I went to war for her. Now it's her turn.  


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Mandi Beck is that one guilty pleasure that you just can’t keep secret and you may want to snuggle up with her wordgasms but believe me when I say that just the tip isn’t going to satisfy you for long. You will be shouting for the need to be full of Love. And she delivered. TKO
   Just wow. I love to blog. I find the simplest pleasure in saying,” hey guess what? I read this amazing story and I think you might like it too.” I am always grateful to authors who make it possible for me to have an advanced reader’s copy of their books in exchange for my honest experience, and you know what? I can’t even follow a format to writing a comprehensive review for Love Burns.  Are you asking why? Well for starters, I am in LOVE with this book. I am so in LOVE with the characters. I am beyond words that could express what this book and it’s previous in the series, Love Hurts, means to me. While reading this book I felt every emotion that the author wanted me to. I was breathless when Frankie was breathless. I was enraged when Deacon felt the need to bust someone’s nose with the back of his skull. I was heartbroken when the unimaginable happen. I was so full of Love when they heard that sound for the first time. I was ready when it was go time.
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I was proud when my girl, the Princess, was the fighter I know she is. I was even more proud when I saw ALL the Love on social media when Love Burns went live early. Impressed even. The Caged Series is one that will stay with me for an unforeseeable future and Love Burns solidified its spot to be one series that I will always recommend others to read.
   Book 2 in The Caged Series, Love Burns continues where we are left in book 1 Love Hurts, as Frankie and Deacon are fighting for their lives, their Loves and each other along with a possible MMA title fight.  We are taken through the story as Deacon gets you nice and dirty while at the same time trying to find your way through the suspense only to be surrounded by the grace and beauty that is Francesca De Rosa. I just Love her! Questions will be answered and new promises developed. As readers we are given the closure we need in Love Burns as well as the possibility of more.  Love Hurts must be read before Love Burns and if you haven’t started yet get ready for “The Hitman” to make his presence known. 

Ok, so where do I start?  That’s the big question, right?  How do I put in to words how I felt while reading this book?  It’s not easy, because all of my words seem to be coming up short.  The fact of the matter is that this book threw me for a loop.  If you could see my chat conversation with Mandi, you would know it was an all-out assault on my emotions.  At one point I was yelling, (sorry Mandi, lol), and went to ecstatically happy to a sobbing mess. 

Books that wage war on your senses are the best kind.  The authors that are able to write those books that crack you open and make you feel what the characters are going through quickly become some of my favorites;  and from the very first page of the first book in the series, Love Hurts, I knew Mandi Beck was going to be one of those authors for me.

Love Burns is the second book in the series, and we are basically thrust right back in to the storyline where Love Hurts left us.  Kind of battered, knocked around, not really knowing which way is up, and it doesn’t really let up.  Deacon loves Frankie, and there is nothing that he wants more in life, other than the belt and that is debatable, to see her happy.  She has always been it for him, the end game.  He has broken her trust, and she’s just not sure how to come back from that.  And so, Deacon does what any fighter would do.  He goes to war for her. 

Circumstances change, as they always tend to do, and once again trust is broken, and an insurmountable tragedy strikes which turns the tables.  In order to get her fighter, Frankie has to go to war for Deacon.

There were soooooo many times while reading that I yelled.  I wanted to reach through my kindle and shake characters.  I cried ugly tears, and then in the same breath smiled so big.  It was absolutely beautiful, and at times so heartbreaking I couldn’t take it.

The characters were so real, and very well developed.  I loved the banter between Deacon and Frankie, and all of the secondary characters as well.  Not only did I fall in love with Deacon and Frankie in this series, but the whole crew.  In some books it’s hard to give the secondary characters depth because it could take away from the main characters and the story focus.  This is not the case with Love Burns.  Every single character adds something to the story

I have said it before, and I will say it again.  ^That is a mark of a gifted author.  One that can pull those emotions out of you with their words.  A 5 star review doesn’t even seem adequate enough.  It is deserving of so much more.

Love Burns where I want to be    
Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.
A nursing student, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met.
Love Hurts is her debut novel and she is currently working on the next in the series along with whatever other voices are clamoring for attention in her mind.
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