Hello Lovelies! As some of you may know, I am a personal assistant to the lovely Miranda/Morgan Bridges. As Miranda is taking a bit of a break with her usual sci-fi romance, she is starting on a new genre! She’s moving into dark contemporary romance under the pen name of Morgan Bridges. As this is a completely new start, we have some ARC team spots open for her first book, A Bride To Be Broken. If you are interested, please use the sign up form below!
“I wondered if this time, maybe he’d actually kill me.”
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Blurb We’re going to be okay. We’re broken, but we’ll rebuild. If we can all get along, long enough to deal with this shit. Who decides to get involved with so many guys and thinks it’s going to be smooth sailing? Spoiler alert, it’s not. The guys are totally going to start killing each other soon. Lukas and Jensen can’t seem to figure their relationship out. Skeeter and Marco might kill each other one of these days. If it gets any worse, I might just kill them myself. With the Devils and Psychos working alongside each other, things are calmer. Well, other than the Psychos recruiting some newbies. Oh, and Satan’s Soldiers are back in town with a new leader, so that’s just wonderful. My guys keep showing me every day that this is real, and I’m so in love it’s gross. Family has become everything to me, but I wish they’d let me handle my own shit. It’s a shame there’s no hope at saving my sister from my revenge. She dug her own grave. I know I said red was my colour, but I’m getting pretty good at wearing orange. Don’t cross me, it’s goddamn simple.
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I highly enjoyed this anthology. It gave me all of the dark, taboo romance feelings I was looking for and there were a wide variety of stories to enjoy. Obviously, I enjoyed some more than others but they were ultimately all really good. This anthology definitely got me interested in checking out some of these authors’ other works!
Hello Lovelies! I am so happy to be a part of the blog tour for Maverick by Serena Akeroyd for you guys today. AND to bring you a special excerpt! I hope you are as excited as I am!
“Where’s Nic?” He kept on asking that, kept on demanding for this Nic who I didn’t know, had never even heard of, but his desperate tone hit my heart hard. If his desperation for a stranger didn’t take me aback, then my disabled husband, a man who lived in a wheelchair, stunned me further by getting to his feet, standing on them, just as Link and Steel, two of his MC brothers, as well as a nurse, made an appearance in the room. They tried to restrain him after they got him back into bed, yet the more they tried to keep him there, the more anguished he was. The more desolate. I had never heard him mention Nic before, but he was desperate to get to him—whoever he was. His brothers didn’t appear to know who this Nic was either. “We’ll find out who Nic is,” Link vowed, his face sweaty with exertion as both he and Steel worked hard to keep him contained on the bed. His words were the passcode that triggered a cessation of Maverick’s struggling. As if they’d flicked a light switch, he stopped. Turned still. “Until then,” Steel told him, “Ghost is here.” Mav stared up at him. “Who’s Ghost?” I saw Link pass me a guilty look, but I didn’t stick around to find out how else he could break my heart. I loved him. What a time to realize it.
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Hello Lovelies! This book was given a surprise release drop today and I couldn’t be more excited! I just finished an ARC of this book and loved every moment of it! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
The first time I saw Hamilton, he was balls deep in one of the bridesmaids at my mother’s wedding.
He was lethal. Handsome. Cruel. Twisted.
I was drawn to him like fists to glass. We had an angry sort of relationship. There was nothing kind about the broken man that stole my heart and crushed it in his fist. He was all sharp edges. One touch could ruin me. One kiss could end our happy little family.
When my mother married Joseph Beauregard, son of the governor of Connecticut, I never imagined I’d fall in love with my stepfather’s younger brother. I never imagined I’d uncover the truth about his family’s bloody legacy.
Hamilton escaped with scars to his name and a ruined reputation. And now? I wanted out, too. I guess the scandal of our relationship was the least of our family’s problems.
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Hello Lovelies! This beautiful book is out in the world today so I have an ARC review and some release blitz for you today!
Game on, Maverick. Game on.
Maverick, an all-new angst-filled MC romance from Serena Akeroyd, is
Maverick’s in love with a dead man buried at Arlington National Cemetery, where his heart might as well be buried too. My husband’s stuck in the past, lost in his fractured mind, and the last ten years are a blur to him, meaning I’m a blur to him. But I’m not a ghost. I’m a woman. I’m alive. I breathe. I hurt.
Should I let go or hold on?
My instinct is to let go, but I have family now. People who matter to me. A posse I’ll kill
I’m no longer nothing, I’m something.
I’m a Sinner.
And I’ve found my ride and die… now I just have to get him to remember me.
I’ve beaten worse odds and survived. Game on, Maverick. Game on.
I knew going in that this book was right up my alley… but I had no idea how gooood it would be! The characters and their story was absolutely amazing and it gave me all the heartbreaking love story feelings I wanted! I freaking loved every second of this book and I’m dying for more of this series!
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Finding what others want to hide has been my lifeline for years. So I don’t want to babysit a Rockstar, especially not one who thinks women are disposable. I’ve never been good at keeping away from the Darling Devils. Call it morbid curiosity but they fascinate me—he intrigues me. And Art Sweet, with his smoldering looks and wicked smile, is the most gorgeous of all. But if the scars on my face are inevitable for all to see, the ones in my heart are irreparable. * My beach cottage in the middle of winter should be the perfect place to organize my thoughts. But complications rise when a sexy tomboy enters town. She looks familiar. She feels perfect. And she sounds like the best song I could ever play. The only thing is, I’m not one to ask people to stay, and she’s not the kind to stop her life for anyone. So our story is bound to end before it even begins. And that’s seems to be the story of my life.
The heartbreaking love story of two invisible devils.
I loved this book so much! It gave me all the rockstar romance goodness I went into it for and I loved the characters so much! It also got me interested in reading the other books and I wish I had found this series sooner.
Hello Lovelies! This wonderful book is out in the world today and I was given the amazing opportunity to be a part of the blog tour for its release! I have an excerpt from the book for you guys below to check out!
Thea Hope longs to be an alchemist out of the shadow of her famous mother. The two of them are close to creating the legendary Philosopher’s Stone—whose properties include immortality and can turn any metal into gold—but just when the promise of the Stone’s riches is in their grasp, Thea’s mother destroys the Stone in a sudden fit of violent madness.
While combing through her mother’s notes, Thea learns that there’s a curse on the Stone that causes anyone who tries to make it to lose their sanity. With the threat of the French Revolution looming, Thea is sent to Oxford for her safety, to live with the father who doesn’t know she exists.
But in Oxford, there are alchemists after the Stone who don’t believe Thea’s warning about the curse—instead, they’ll stop at nothing to steal Thea’s knowledge of how to create the Stone. But Thea can only run for so long, and soon she will have to choose: create the Stone and sacrifice her sanity, or let the people she loves die.
My mother was screaming at the Comte. Again.
I slammed the front doors behind me and walked down the carriageway, under the dappled shade of the poplars that lined it. A hundred paces away, I still heard her, though at least I could no longer hear the Comte’s frantic endearments and low, rapid pleading. He should know by now that wasn’t the way. Perhaps I should tell him. Adrien was the first of my mother’s patrons I had ever liked, and I did not want to leave Normandy just as spring was breaking. Just as we were beginning to make progress.
Though perhaps we were not. Mother would not be screaming at the Comte if the work were going well. She would not take the time. Alchemy was a demanding science, even if some scoffed and called it charlatanry or magic. It required total concentration. If the work were going well, the Comte would scarcely exist to her, nor would I, now that she would not let me be of use. The com- position must have broken again. This was about when it had, last round. I could not be certain, since she had taken away my key to the laboratory. She could hardly have de- vised a worse insult than that if she had tried, and lately she did seem to be trying. The laboratory was mine as much as it was hers. If she did succeed in producing the White Elixir—which turned all metals into silver—then it was only because of my help. She had found Jābir’s text languishing in a Spanish monastery, but it had been I who translated it when her Arabic wasn’t nearly up to the job. I had labored for months over the calcinary furnace to make the philosophic mercury the text took as its starting point. I had the scars on my hands and arms to prove it. And now that success might be close, she wished to shut me out and deny my part, and claim it for herself alone.
But if she was acting ill and cross, it meant she had failed. A low, smug hum of satisfaction warmed me. I didn’t want the work to fail, but I didn’t want her to suc- ceed without me, either.
A distant smashing sound rang out from the chateau. My mother shattering something against the wall, no doubt.
I sighed and shifted my letter box to the crook of my other arm.
I knew what this meant. Another move. Another man. The Comte had lasted longer than the rest. Over two years, long enough that I had begun to hope I would not have to do it all again. I hated the uncertainty of those first weeks, before I knew what was expected of me, whether Mother’s new patron had a temper and what might set it off, whether he liked children to speak or be silent. Though I was no longer a child, and that might bring its own problems. A chill passed over me, despite the warm afternoon sunshine. God only knew what the next one would be like. My mother had already run through so many of them. And with the recent changes in France, there were fewer rich men than ever looking to give patronage to an expensive alchemist, even one as beautiful and famous as Marguerite Hope.
I veered off the carriageway, into the soft spring grass, dotted here and there with the first of the lavender anemones. I sat by the stream, under the plum tree.
There was no screaming here, no pleading, no signs that my life was about to change for the worse. I inhaled the soft, sweet scent of plum blossoms and opened my letter box. If this was to be my last spring in Normandy, I wanted to re- member it like this. Springtime in Normandy was soft and sweet, sun shining brightly and so many things blossoming that the very air was perfumed with promise. Everything was coming extravagantly to life, bursting out of the dead ground and bare trees with so much energy other impossible things seemed likely, too. I had always been hopeful in Normandy when it was spring. Especially last spring, when Will was still here. When we sat under this very tree, drank both bottles of champagne he had stolen from the cellars, and spun tales of everything we could achieve.
Happy Book Birthday to Shred of Decency. This lovely book is out in the world today and I encourage everyone to check it out if romance is your thing!
Owning up to your mistakes doesn’t mean you won’t make more…especially when the right woman is involved.
Hindsight is 20/20 A lot of people ensured Aidy’s future was filled with endless possibility. She never saw the guy like me—who belonged behind bars—coming. So, I’m going to make sure he pays… And in the meantime, do whatever it takes for Aidy to smile again. There’s no doubt she makes my meaningless existence worthwhile. If I had a shred of decency, I’d have left it alone. Because if Aidy’s determined to stand alongside me, it will destroy her perfectly planned out life.
I loved this book! It was sooooo good and game me all that I went into it for! It definitely got me interested in this author and reading anything else by her!