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Defined by Others by MCV Egan


TITLE: Defined by Others


GENRE: Women’s Contemporary Fiction

PUBLICATION DATE: December 11, 2014

COVER DESIGN: Babble Graphics front cover ~ Nethed Back cover

LENGTH: 50,000 words

CONTENT WARNING: Adult Content – Drug Use/Drinking

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A word, a single word defines a moment for Anne. She needs to find a new one when her spouse leaves her at the age of 47, coming out of the closet literally in a closet. She finds herself back in her hometown amongst her high school friends which she left behind in her past.

An inheritance from a friend leaves her with the means to meddle and spy on the lives of some of their mutual acquaintances. In an attempt to run from her reality Anne gets engrossed in a game of “fun” and “flirtation” with her friend and fellow sufferer Connie at her side. Anne however did not read all the files and what to her is fun games turns into a deadly reality. It is no longer a game.

Life, death and not even a defining word can stop the reality of manipulation.


I sat in Pete’s office after the video ended staring at the screen with her frozen image. She looked gaunt and ravaged by the illness that had eventually taken her life. When they lowered her coffin into the grave the day before I felt that my youth and much of what makes life feel like an adventure was being lowered into the ground with her.
As I stared at the image my mouth felt dry, my hands had a slight tremor and even in my thoughts I could not quite find the right word to define the moment, to define my feelings. I burst out crying in loud wracking sobs and I heard the door open, through my heavy tears the contact lenses swam and moved in my eyes and everything seemed a blur. I felt the hand on my shoulder and as he handed me the tissues he said,
“Can I get you something? Anything? Water? Coffee?”
I blew my nose and composed myself as best I could.
“Water, ice cold water would be nice.”
As he walked towards a bar in the back of his office I heard him say,
“It’s a little early but I can offer you something stronger if you prefer.”
“No thanks, water with ice will be fine.”
The musical clink of the ice cubes against the glass was the familiar tone made only by fine crystal. I recognized the Baccarat pattern, it was the same as the crystal in my parents’ home. He hesitated and cleared his throat before he spoke again.
“I know speaking ill of the dead is in very poor taste but Amanda was not a nice person. I am bound as her attorney to follow her instructions to the letter, you can watch; what is obviously a pretty nasty recording as many times as you wish, but when you are done I need to destroy it, in front of you. Then I am to hand you a box and again you are to open it in absolute privacy, so preferably not in this office. Can I suggest I destroy it right here and now? I have pliers and I can smash the flash drive into nothing.”
“It really is not at all what you imagine. She was even nice and apologized in it. She could be an absolute bitch, but my tears and sadness are not for her.”
“Oh, I see. How’s your dad doing?”
“We were all surprised to see you at the funeral, I actually expected to fly down to Florida and hand all this to you there. She left a nice expense account for that. How long have you been in town?”
“Just a few days, Mom assumed they’d be flying up for Thanksgiving. They are so afraid Obama will get re-elected after the Romney tape that they wanted to vote in person.”
“He might win you know. Although you would not know it in this town by the Romney signs everywhere.”
“Signs can’t vote.”
“Spoken like a true Democrat.”
“Yeah, yet another choice where I absolutely failed my parents.”
“Don’t knock yourself, I do not think any of us live up to parental expectations.”
I drank the ice cold water and nodded my head at the screen, no words were needed he closed the file Amanda’s face disappeared from the screen. He pulled out the flash drive and reached into a drawer, as he crunched and cracked the flash drive that was when I knew, he too had fallen prey to one or more of Amanda’s nasty games.
“I think it is pretty done. If you are not sure why don’t you shoot it?”
“That is not a bad idea.”
That was when we both started to laugh, I did not recognize it then but that was precisely when we bonded, laughing over the nasty remains of a common enemy. I gathered my things including the package Amanda had bequeathed me and Pete walked me to the car.
“It would only be a conflict of interest to offer help in anything regarding Amanda, but if you need any help with your parents’ home, don’t hesitate to call me. Do you have the card I gave you yesterday at the funeral?”
“It is such a small town Pete, even if I lose the card, now that everyone knows I’m here it will be hard to avoid me.”
I stopped at the grocery store on my way home. Everyone in town knew I was there, so there was no sense in driving into the city to get what I needed. I had already put a nice dent in mom’s pantry and dad’s bar. I had been there well over a week, trying to understand what I had missed, how I had not known about Frank. Then Amanda died and curiosity got the better of me. What did Alison say?
“Enemies always attend each other’s funerals. I guess it is a way of knowing they won…”
Well, we weren’t always enemies, and sometimes it is the good and healthy memories that make someone go to a funeral. Amanda was the first of us to die. At 47 it seemed too young to bury a contemporary. Once she was diagnosed it was only a matter of time, it was pretty amazing she lasted as long as she did, but if nothing else money can buy you time and in 2012 time can mean science and technology might just come up with some medication or medical treatment that changes everything.
It had not worked for Amanda, but so far it had worked for my dad. This last stroke seemed to be the first time he had an untimely health issue, with no easy fix in site.
Amanda fought hard for a good two years and then lost, the image of her greenish skin color and emaciated body made that perfectly clear. Her beautiful heart shaped face was gaunt and her eyes sunken in the video, the voice was the strangest and most unrecognizable trait. Was it Karma to go so slowly and with so much suffering? Our shopping Carts collided and I was as startled by that as by the tone of her voice.
“Hi Anne.”
“Connie? I just assumed you were not in town. I did not see you at Amanda’s funeral yesterday.”
“I don’t like funerals. I sent flowers. I saw the comments on Social Media. I was surprised you were there.”
“Social Media? I have avoided social media, the only use would be spying on my kids.”
“Most people use it. In a very public way.”
“Is something wrong?”
“You really don’t know, do you?”
Cyberspace helping small town gossip. I was so detached from the experiences of my youth and my past. I could not imagine there was anything I had missed that mattered in the here and now.
“You know, my dad is really ill, I am just here getting the house in order and figuring out the best way to help them get settled in Florida full-time.”
“I’m sorry about your dad. Can I come over tonight? I’ll bring a nice dinner, we really need to talk. It’s about Frank.”
This time I could easily put a word to define the situation; Dumbfounded. It is a small town but mom assured me that no-one knew.
“Believe me it is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you, but we really need to talk. Better said it is about Frank and Mike.”
I learned at a very young age that the moments that define us in life are sometimes as concrete as a ton of bricks falling loudly and painfully on top of us. This was one of those moments, not at all like the subtle hidden one when Pete and I laughed together.
“What time?”
“Is seven OK? I can bring dinner.”
“You really think we can eat?”
“I’ll bring wine.”
I nodded. I started to pile food like a robot in the shopping cart, as the salesclerk rang it up I wondered why I had chosen all of Frank’s favorites.


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M.C. has one other book that earned her many 5 star reviews. The Bridge of Deaths is a true life mystery novel with a love that spans time.








M.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan the author of The Bridge of Deaths in two versions as well as the soon to be released Defined by Others.

Catalina was born in Mexico City, Mexico in 1959, the sixth of eight children, in a traditional Catholic family. Communication in such a large family fueled her desire and need to find a voice and write.

She only spent her childhood in Mexico. Her father became an employee of The World Bank in Washington D.C. From the early 1970s at the age of 12 she moved with her entire family to the United States.

Catalina was already fluent in Southern English as she had spent one school year in the town of Pineville, Louisiana with her grandparents. There she won the English award; ironically being the only one who had English as a second language in her class. In the D.C. suburbs she attended various private Catholic schools and graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland in 1977.

She attended Montgomery Community College, where she changed majors every semester. She also studied in Lyons, France at the Catholic University for two years. In 1981, due to an impulsive young marriage to a Viking (The Swedish kind, not the football player kind) Catalina moved to Sweden where she resided for five years and taught at a language school for Swedish, Danish, and Finnish business people. She returned to the USA in the late 1980s where she has been living ever since. She is fluent in Spanish, English, French and Swedish.

Maria Catalina Vergara Egan is married and has one son, who together with their five pound Chihuahua make her feel like a fulltime mother. Although she would not call herself an Astrologer she has taken many classes and taught a few beginner classes in Astrology. This is one of her many past times when she is not writing or researching.


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The Well-hung Gun by Cari Silverwood Book Blast


The Well Hung Gun, an erotic parody


Cari Silverwood

The Well Hung Gun

A kinky western spoof featuring John Beastwood, a hero with six guns and six tentacles.

While in search of a man-flu cure, Virginia trips on a nuclear powered skateboard and goes back in time to 1860. She marches into Peckerwood Springs determined to find her way back to her future.

If any damn were-squid gunslinger gets in her way, Virginia’s gonna shove his nearest tentacle up his own whatsit.
Back to the future on acid, with a hefty dose of sex and tentacles.



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Author Bio

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.

She writes the way the world should be – dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.

And…in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.




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The Husband Hazard by Vivien Paige

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Olivia Adams has her life plan all figured out. One, answer a call-out for a bride from a billionaire. Two, dazzle the billionaire into proposing to her. Three, put the smile back on her mother’s face when she takes her place as the gold-tipped social butterfly she once was eight years ago.


Except for one infuriating, delectable, six-foot-three glitch. For as long as he can remember, Matthew Kane has planned to take down his father. If he annoys his half-brother in the process by amusing himself with the girl he wants to marry—bonus. However, the madder the sweet little gold-digger gets at him for interfering with her scheme to snatch the billionaire, the more he wants her.



“Well, well, well,” Matthew Kane murmured to himself. So, this was the lucky Olivia Kelly Adams in the flesh, the soon-to-be bride of Victor Meyer, prodigy son of none other than software giant Horace Meyer himself. Since Matthew had taken a personal interest—although to an outsider it probably looked more like an obsession—in the Meyers’ lives the last fifteen years or so, Victor’s attempt at marriage hadn’t fazed Matthew much. He smirked at the numerous reports about Victor Meyer, landing on his desk. The dreamy bachelor—some starry-eyed daytime talk-show host’s words, not his—had put out an international call for a bride. The handsome twenty-seven-year-old—again, not his words—thought he’d reached the point in his life where he wanted to settle down. Produce heirs to one day take over MeyerTech, the mammoth computer company he ran alongside his father.

So, the crème-de-la-crème with their daughters had attended a fancy lunch hosted by Victor’s mother where he had his choice of beautiful women. Matthew had remained unconcerned throughout it all until he glimpsed a photograph of what could be Victor’s future wife. Then he couldn’t help himself, he needed to see her for himself. That she’d be catching a flight from Cape Town to Johannesburg suited him fine because, suddenly, so would he. Sitting next to her had cost him nothing but a small bribe—his phone number.

The scent of her skin, a mingling of baby powder blended with rose- scented soap, lingered on his hands. He couldn’t stop from messing around with the gorgeous gold digger hoping to plant her nails into the good old fortune of the Meyers, no less. She intrigued him. Tilting his head to the side, he peered at her sitting rock-rigid beside him, still amused at how she’d flown out of his lap back into her seat. Her dark hair, a wild river of fragrant tresses, covered her face from his view. She hugged the voluptuous dress to her chest. He remembered what seemed to have been paw prints on her white shirt. He grinned when he thought how stunned she’d been to find herself in his lap.


In five words please describe your writing style:

Passionate, crazy, enthusiastic, dillydallyish, fun.

Top three favorite titles (books or movies):

So hard to choose! But Pride and Prejudice is definitely top of my list, the book and the movie. I love The Hobbit, Jane Eyre, anything by Dostoevsky. Gillian Flynn gives me a good scare, love her. Loretta Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels – a book I keep reading.

Do your leading characters come from any place in particular?

Yes – my head! 🙂

What do you do in your down time?

Downtime? Even when I’m not writing I’m still thinking about writing all the time! But I do love being with my family. Read – I have a TBR pile as high as a mountain. I watch movies, or have series marathons.

Top five snacks while writing:

Nuts, Pumpkin seeds, Strawberries, Air-popped popcorn

I should add all the above comes with chocolate!

What’s your writing process?

I pantster my way furiously to chapter four or five, realize it isn’t working, plot desperately, right myself, carry on pantstering, plot, rinse, repeat 🙂

Talk to us about your book, what is your favorite part or character?

Matthew is my favorite character. I enjoyed writing about his first meeting with Olivia. She was so flustered by him.

What is the craziest thing you have ever done? 

Umm…I’m not allowed to say? 😉


Vivien Paige has been eagerly consuming romance novels since her early teens. Strong, dark alpha heroes. Cute, feisty heroines. Combustible, emotional roller-coaster rides to a splendid happy ever after. Perfect! That’s what makes her such an awesome wife…well depending on who you ask 🙂 Now she writes her own romance novels too.



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Melted & Shattered Cover Reveal

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Melted & Shattered by Emily Eck*

Melted & Shattered (L & J #2)

By: Emily Eck

Publication Date: April 21, 2014

Genre: Romance/Trilogy

Cover Designer: Melody Simmons

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Elle was never broken.

She wasn’t shattered.

And she sure as hell never needed to be saved.

That is, until she found out what the aftermath of love was capable of causing.

Doing her best to stay afloat amidst the sh!t storm that has become her life, Elle is hanging on by a thread. Between worrying about Fernie’s precarious future, an incident with a Shemar Moore look-alike gone terribly wrong, and an inability to let go of her feelings for J, Elle just can’t seem to get her head straight.

Deciding a change of atmosphere is what she needs, Elle heads to Mexico to study abroad for a semester.

She has no idea that she is walking into an even worse storm.

One that involves a pissed off MC President, a ruthless drug cartel, and a man willing to die to have her light.

***This is the 2nd book in the series L&J – cannot be read as a stand-alone***

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“I came here, baby, to tell you I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”  He inhaled sharply, but said in an even voice. “And I can’t lose you before the greatest fight I will ever wage.”

Redemption. Could I absolve him? I lay in a hospital bed for two weeks. All of it at his hands. I’d been marred, though the scar on my skin was not the worst damage. It was a reminder of the scar I’d carried inside. Could he erase that scar? Could he heal a wound one could not see?

There was silence, deafening silence. I tried to keep it together. I used every ounce of energy I had to keep the fire at a low flame, but it blazed through me. He would’ve shot my kid, and I couldn’t let that happen. These kids, they’d become my lifeline. My light.

“Without those kids, I’m just as dark as you.” I said emotionlessly, empty. These last few weeks of pretending during the day, only to come home and sob until sleep graced me was maddening. “I’ve got nothing left to give you, J. Nothing.”

I hung my head, losing the fight with the tears that had been threatening to erupt since J arrived. “I can’t be your light, when I have none.”

We lay on the floor, two damaged bodies searching for the light. J pulled my head into his hands, bringing us face to face. I could feel his breath against my lips. “You were a comet that bust into my life out of no where” he whispered. “I begged for you. On my knees in the dirt, I groveled to the sky to bring me light. And there you were, at Eight Oh Eight, staring up at me, even though I knew you couldn’t see through the window. I saw you, though. Elle, I saw you long before you saw me.”

“How could I love a killer?”

“How much pain was worth loving this man?

“Please, baby. Please. I need you. I love you. I can’t go into this without knowing you’ll be here when I return.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I want to tell you I’ll wait. That I’ll be here, waiting like a good girl for you. I want to because I love you. Fuck, I love you.” I turned, finally ready to look him in the eye. “I don’t know where I’ll be. I can’t tell you that. But I can tell you that I love the fuck out of you, and no matter how much I try to stop,” I paused. Fuck this mother fucker. Fuck! God, why was he doing this to me? Angry tears, sad tears, hopeless tears, tears filled with longing fell from my eyes. J caught then with his thumb, but there were too many. They ran over his fingers like a waterfall.

“Fuck, J. I don’t want you to die.”

He pulled me to him, and I inhaled his scent. I’d never be able to smell Acqua di mother fucking Gio again and not think of him. Today it was mixed with the smell of exhaust, like he’d been riding around all night. For what felt like the gazillionth time, I crumbled into his arms. How did two times come to be a number exponentially higher?

“I don’t want to die, baby. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to wake up next to you. I’m fighting this war for you. To be with you.”


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Emily is a Midwestern Gal, but could be anywhere as you read this. She gypsy’s the country, as well as south of the border. Adventure feeds her soul, and offers great writing material.

She loves kids and working with kids, but can only handle caring for four-legged furry friends. A crazy dog and laid back cat have trained her to be their partner in life.

Vices include Swedish Fish, ignoring chores in favor of reading, and caring too much for people in her life. She chose to write this bio in third person as she is an Aries, and found writing in first person ended up with her writing an excessively long life story.

Aries like to talk about themselves. It is something Emily is working on being more mindful of.

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Lost in Flight Blog Tour

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Title: Lost in Flight (Complicated Love, #1)
Author: Neeny Boucher
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Series: The Complicated Love
Publication Date: October 23rd, 2013

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*Recommended for audiences over the age of 17*

If you like your characters quirky, socially awkward and badly behaved, this is the book for you. What if you got another chance with the love of your life even when you didn’t want one? Would you grab the opportunity or run as fast as you could in the opposite direction?

Christina Martin, lawyer, ex high school grunge queen, teenage bride, divorcee and once a suspected killer, is confronted by a past that she has spent the last eight years carefully avoiding. Drawn back to her hated hometown with her family under the worst of circumstances, matters are complicated when she finds the love of her life, ex husband and nemesis, Nicholas Riley, also in residence.

Riley, a man with secrets, who has a penchant for psychological games, made wary by life and with one weakness, his ex wife. Christina is the woman that brings out all his protective instincts and others less noble. All it takes is one fateful night, where these two collide, opening a door both thought slammed shut and locked forever.

From the past to the present, Christina and Riley show that true love doesn’t always run smoothly, it might not conquer all and most importantly, love is complicated.

“Lost in Flight” is book one in the “Complicated Love Series.”

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Christina, The Present, Saturday 6 October 2012
Christina woke up with eyes that felt like lead, a drill going off in her head and a thirst that would take a lake to quench it.  It took her a moment to realize that she knew this room, but hadn’t been here in a long, long time.  Turning over slowly, she also realized she wasn’t alone.  Curled into her shoulder with an arm around her waist was her ex-husband, ex-love of her life and persona non grata, Nicholas Riley. 
He was fast asleep, breathing heavily with one leg out of the covers and a peaceful look on his face.  Her stomach dropped to the “no, no, no” level and she closed her eyes, counted to ten, but nothing changed.  When she opened her eyes, she still felt awful and he was still there.  
As quietly as a hung over – still possibly drunk – unsteady on their feet person could, Christina tried to extract herself from the situation.  Moving Riley’s arm from her waist, she slid over the side of the bed to try and get her bearings.  At this particular point in time, she didn’t have much recollection of last night, but it was pretty obvious what it involved.
Looking around the room for her clothes, she spotted her little blue dress on the floor at the end of the bed.  As she searched hurriedly for any other belongings, she noticed her panties on the mirror of the dressing table.  They were draped at an odd angle – like someone had sling shot them onto the mirror. 
Oh dear god
Christina couldn’t see her bra, shoes or handbag anywhere.  Bras and shoes she could do without, but the handbag? That-was-a-problem. 
Naked, she grabbed her dress, crouched on the floor and started hauling it on as quietly as she could.  This was going to be the fastest exit of shame in the history of exits of shame. Christina crawled as silently as possible to the dressing table to retrieve her panties, but as soon as she got them, she also got a good look at herself in the mirror.  The sight actually made her recoil.
There was mascara streaked down her face and lipstick all over the place.  She even had some lipstick on her teeth and down by her chin.  Her dark brown eyes were accentuated by smeared mascara and it looked like she’d gone a few rounds with MikeTyson. 
Then there was her hair.  It looked like she’d been ridden hard and hung out to dry.  Years ago, this wouldn’t have bothered her.  In those days, she was known as ‘Dina’, the high school grunge queen.  By today’s standards:  Christina Martin, lawyer, she looked a complete mess. 
Dragging her fingers through her hair and wiping as much of last night’s make up off her face as possible, Christina pulled on her panties with a hop, and a bump.  She started to creep toward the bedroom door thinking ‘so far, so good’ and was confident she could recover from this. 
All Christina needed to do was get out of there- desperately and before Riley woke up. If she could do that, then she could use the lawyers trick of deny,avoid, defer, engage and if necessary, settle. She also needed to drink something and go to the bathroom: badly, on both counts.
Christina had her hand on the bedroom door handle and for a moment she thought she was going to escape until she heard a voice behind her say, “Good morning.”  
Author Bio:
Neeny Boucher is a nom de plume because her real name sounds like a 19th Century suffragette. She is a lover of the weird, the outcast and those on the margins of society. An appreciator of music, art, film, television, popular culture, social encounters and the human condition. Originally from New Zealand, she is a strong supporter of the All Blacks, has lived all over the world and is currently a trailing spouse in a picturesque village in Switzerland with two wonderful children.

Her employment history is varied and has ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous, not to mention, the messy. The sublime: teaching. The ridiculous: tour guide on a gondola when she has an irrational fear of heights. The messy: cleaning out turkey houses in Israel waiting for the European winter to pass.

She has done all sorts of things she wouldn’t allow her children to do, including hitchhiking around southern Africa in her wild youth. All the experiences, however, provided the opportunity to par-take in her favorite past time of people watching. A collector of amazing stories, Neeny decided it was time to put them in fiction, allowing readers to enjoy them as much as she did. 


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Book Blitz – Toxic by Meghan Quinn

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Title: Toxic

Author: Meghan Quinn

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 3, 2014


His life consists of his best friend, Jack Daniels, his favorite drug and women who give him what he wants and leave. Rook Tyler lives for performing at night and wasting the rest of his days washing away the pain from his childhood so he doesn’t have to feel anything…ever. The only people he trusts are his band mates from Shattered Souls and he wants to keep it that way. His life was completely under control and simple until he heard the voice of Maisy Madison filter through The Tavern speakers.

Growing up in the foster care system with her two other band mates from Twisted Perfection, Maisy finds herself doing pretty much anything to get her and her band noticed but nothing seems to be working.  One lucky night, Shattered Souls, the most popular band in the country, decides to show up at their little concert and luckily signs them on the spot and books them for their tour but the arena venues and massive amount of fans isn’t what has Maisy shaking in her heels.  It’s the deep baritone voice of Rook Tyler that haunted her dreams for years that has her wondering if she can actually go through with the tour.

The force is almost too strong.  He can feel her everywhere he goes and no matter how much he tries to resist her, he finds himself gravitating towards Maisy, wanting to hold her, kiss her and fuck her. He knows he shouldn’t get involved.  He knows no matter what, he will end up hurting her but he can’t help it, his soul is connected to hers and the pull is too strong for him to resist.

Rook warned her time and time again but she didn’t listen, she didn’t want to listen. She needed him and she didn’t care that she knew deep down in her heart that their relationship was going to end in disaster. She didn’t care that their jealousies, stubbornness and baggage were getting in the way of their relationship. She didn’t care that they constantly hurt each other and that no matter what they did, their love was toxic.

Toxic, book one of The Addiction Series, tells the story of Rook and Maisy’s relationship, how it develops into an undeniable love and then crumbles apart every chance it gets.  Follow their twisted relationship as they fight off lies, temptations, addictions, users and try to overcome the toxic love they share.

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“Ten minutes and you’re on.” Pete knocked on Rook’s door.

            Rook shook his head at the cue from his band manager. Pete had by far the worst timing Rook had ever seen, always interrupting his important meetings. If Rook knew the slut between his legs at the current moment was going to give the worst blow job he had ever experienced, he would have never asked her to join him in his dressing room. If it wasn’t for her massively fake tits bobbing up and down, he would have a serious case of limp dick.

            She looked up at him while her mouth was wrapped around his barely impressive erection and smiled. She was so pleased with herself. Little did she know a confused lesbian could probably give better head than her.

            If he wasn’t so high at the current moment, he might have kicked her out by now but he was too chilled out to care that much. So instead, he let her continue to suck him while he stared at her tits.

            He grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting next to him, took a long swig and then winked at…well, he didn’t know her name but that didn’t matter. He would sign whatever she wanted when she finally finished him off and then send her on her way. After the piss poor suction job she was doing, he would bet two dicks and a nut sack that he would never see her sloppy tits again.

            What was she doing down there? It felt like she was just drooling all over him rather than licking and sucking. She was moving her head a lot but was not stimulating him enough. Was he really that high that he had absolutely no feeling in his cock?

            Her hand slid from his balls to his shaft as she started to pump him, up and down. She was barely gripping him, it was as if she was trying to lightly clean a cucumber rather than milk him for all he was worth.

            “Five minutes Rook…”


            He needed to get this over with and get himself clean. He took another swig from his beloved friend Jack and then swatted her hand away from his dick. Utter shock crossed her face but he didn’t care. He wrapped his hand around his erection and started doing the dirty work himself.

            She leaned in and gave him a wicked smile. “You don’t want me to do that for you?”

            Fuck no! But he didn’t say that.

            “I want you to stand in front of me and play with your tits.”

            She smiled at him, stood up and started fondling herself. She threw her head back and moaned when she pinched her nipples. Even though Rook knew she was putting on a show for him, he still got a bit of a kick out of her performance and felt himself start to grow larger in his hand. Finally!

            “That’s perfect. Keep touching yourself.”

            She squeezed her tits together and pouted at him. “But I want to touch you, not myself.”

            “You had your chance, now let me suck on one of your tits. Bring them to my mouth.”

            She stumbled for a second and said, “Did you not like me touching you?”

            Fuck, he needed to get this over with.

            “You were awesome, the best ever. My dick is so hard for you.” He lied in a monotone voice, not trying to hide his annoyance. “But I like to watch more.”

            That made her smile and before he knew it, one of her massively large breasts was stuck in his mouth. That was exactly what the erection Gods called for. He fondled the other one with his spare hand and that was all he needed. He threw his head back and groaned as he released himself all over the girl with the weak suck.

            He pumped himself dry and when he finally stopped throbbing, he opened his eyes and saw the girl start to take off the rest of her clothes.

            “Uh, what are you doing?” He asked.

            “It’s my turn.”

            Rook stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped them up, causing her to pout even more. God, he hated pouters. Why women thought it was attractive to pout, he would never know. All it did was irritate the shit out of him and make him want to act out in a violent rage.

What did the slut really expect anyway? For him to go down on her? Yea, fat chance in hell.

            Rook looked around with his hands in his pocket. “Yea, this is awkward. You need to leave.”

            “Excuse me?”

            “You heard me. Time to go sweetheart. I have a show, rain check though.” He didn’t mean it but if it meant she would leave then he would say whatever it took.

            He picked up her clothes for her and shoved them in her direction. She quickly threw them on as he opened the door to his dressing room. Pete was just about to knock on his door when Rook escorted the busty blonde out his door. Pete gave Rook a disapproving look but Rook just shrugged his shoulders and started walking toward the stage.



            Rook turned around and looked at his band manager who didn’t look all too happy. Pete sniffed Rook and said, “Have you been drinking before the show again?” Pete then looked into Rook’s eyes. “Fuck, are you high?”

            Rook just shrugged his shoulders once again, not wanting to answer his pest of a band manager.

            “Damn it, Rook. I told you we can’t send you out there drunk and high. How many times are we going to go through this?”

            Rook held up his hand. “I’m going to stop you right there before that little vein in your head pops.” Rook touched the ever beating vein and cringed at the squishy feeling that came from it. “Everyone knows I’m phenomenal on stage whether I’m drunk, high or both. So get off my back and show me where I need to be.”



Demons – Imagine Dragons

Flapper Girl – The Lumineers

Last Love Song – ZZ Ward

Hear You Me – Michael Henry & Justin Robinett

She’s Long Gone – The Black Keys

I Lived – One Republic

Radioactive – Imagine Dragons

All the Pretty Girls – Fun

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall – Coldplay

Guilty Filthy Soul – AWOLNATION

Titanium – Boyce Avenue

Story of My Life – One Direction (I have no shame whatsoever)





When I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things so I didn’t take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, besides “The Notebook” I made time to read the heartbreaking novel.

It wasn’t until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books, I came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven’t turned back since.

You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.

​I am currently residing in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged children.



Tell us a little bit about yourself?

Sure, I grew up in Southern California where the sun is always shining and In and Out is just around the corner to curb your fry dipping-milkshake cravings. I lived in New York (Upstate) for eight years which is where I met the love of my life, got married, adopted five, four-legged children and bought my first house, where I had my first ever “office”. I now live in beautiful Colorado where there’s an amazing trail to hike around every corner and someone selling tamales out of their trunk for those who are willing enough to risk the workings of their intestines for a little taste. I have the mouth of a sailor, thanks to two older brothers, I’m right handed but sometimes use my left hand when I’m too lazy, I’m an ordained reverend and people watching is my high. If I could be invisible most of the time just so I can eavesdrop on people’s most important and sensitive arguments, I would be the happiest person alive. I am way too nosey and thrive off of drama. Oh…and I love peanut butter, I mean, dip me in a vat of PB, fry me up and call it a day.

Tell us about your work.  What are you writing now?

Right now? Well that would be “Becoming a Jett Girl”. Sorry to all you Hot-Lanta Series fans, I promise book three is next, cross my heart. “Becoming a Jett Girl” will be a three book series.  I woke up one morning with this idea and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. The book will take place in fabulous New Orleans on sinful Bourbon Street and in the beautiful Garden District. Think high class gentlemen’s club, where lap dances are a fine art and it’s not only a privilege, but a process to become a Jett Girl. Kinky do you ask? Yes! Jett is a domineering man who has multiple Jett Girls at his disposal but one of them just might ruin him for life. I am looking for a spring time release.

I would have to say my work is slightly different than other authors in the fact that I like to write in multiple POV’s. I do this not only so readers can learn the stories of all the characters but also because I like to torture the readers by switching POV’s just when things start to get good. God, it’s so much fun for me but rather torturous for you. I’m sorry, but I’m not. J

Where did you draw your inspiration for Toxic?

I have been asked that a couple of times so here is my response…

I was in Denver at the Bluebird to watch Boyce Avenue play. The Bluebird is one of those hole in the wall kind of theatres that’s so hipster but beyond cool where seats are nowhere to be found and you are practically swapping sweat with the stranger next to you, just trying to catch a glimpse of the stage.

Boyce Avenue was singing “Fast Car”, a Tracy Chapman cover, when it hit me like Miley Cyrus’ naked body on a wrecking ball. I pulled out my phone, which lit up the area around me but I didn’t care, I quickly typed out my idea in the note pad app.  This is exactly what I wrote, it’s still in my phone: (don’t mind the lack of punctuation and run on sentences)

“Toxic relationship with lead singers they can’t be with each other because they are ruining each other but they can’t be without each other it’s too hard Rook has abusive father always hitting him up for cash doing drugs got Rook into them”

Clearly the book was developed after that, but that was the beginning of Toxic…”Fast Car”, kind of fitting.

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I used to have an hour and twenty minute commute to and from work every day. I had plenty of time to think on that drive which led me to start developing multiple personalities. It gets lonely sometimes when you are all by your lonesome for so long. I thought it was weird at first, that I had these characters running through my head, I thought that maybe I should go see someone about it but I took the cheaper route and started writing everything down. Enter…Caught Looking, my first book.

What was the first romance novel you read that made an impression on you?

Hmm…God I can’t even remember what it was called but I was WAY too young to be reading it. I want to say it was something called “How to Lasso a Cowboy.” I just googled it, I am correct, it was “How to Lasso a Cowboy” by Jodi Thomas. Why my mom thought it was ok that I was reading such a risk-ay book just makes me think she made a poor choice in parenting during my high school years but none the less, the book defiantly made an impression on me. I felt like I was Evelyn from A League of their Own trying to read for the first time and realizing what was actually going on in the book was NAUUUGHTY!… “milky white…milky white…breasts.” Eeeeep!

What do you do while you write? Do you listen to music, watch TV, eat snacks, etc.?

I procrastinate a lot, hence me answering this interview rather than finishing up a chapter in Jett Girl. I have an addiction with checking my newsfeed on Facebook and heaven forbid I receive an email and don’t respond in a minute. Yes, procrastination is a huge part of me writing, if that makes sense. I also listen to music. If I don’t have music playing then there is no point of me trying to write, it won’t happen. Currently I am listening to my Jett Girl playlist on Spotify that is really HOT!

Tell us 3 surprising things about yourself.

I am going to treat this question as two truths and a lie. You guys can decide which is the lie J

1.  I was once shot at with a gun.

2. My grandma is a romance author as well.

3.  I received a full-ride scholarship for softball. God bless athletics.

What’s the last movie you watched and loved?

Hands down, Saving Mr. Banks. I love Tom Hanks, with a disturbing passion, add a little musical in there, Disney and a back story that will blow your mind and I am a goner! I will never look at Mary Poppins the same way. If you have not seen it, you are missing out!!!

What’s your idea of a perfect date?

Hmmm…Does flying me to Paris count? Wouldn’t that be nice?

A perfect date, well I guess I will pull from experience. It might be lame to some people, but going out to eat, sharing a dessert because I have a HUGE sweet tooth, talking about me because frankly I am a little self-absorbed then going to do an activity such as mini-golf or the batting cages. I think what makes a date great is by sharing an experience with your special someone. There are only so many impressions you get to make on a person before they count you in or out for the long run, so why not have some fun with them, get to know them by enjoying an activity together. Plus, if you do something physical, it gives you the opportunity not only to “ask for help” but it gives you the room to lightly bump into your date, caress your dates arm or accidently bend over to pick something up while showing off that glorious ass of yours. Am I right ladies? Work it!

If you could take a romantic trip anywhere, where would it be?

The Mikonos. I hope to spend my 30th birthday (That’s right, I’m a youngin) in Greece. I don’t even have a passport right now but by my 30th birthday I will because Greece is in my travel plans. It’s breath taking just looking at the pictures. The contrast between the white buildings and the deep blue sea is something I HAVE to experience in person. Plus…Baklava in my mouth, please!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yes, even though that was NOT how my marriage started, more like hate at first sight but we won’t get into that. I believe in the theory that your heart and soul know what they want. Whether it be M/M, M/F, F/F, your heart doesn’t lie and if you see that person that you are meant to be with across the street, picking their underwear out of their ass then that is what your heart wants, someone who needs new underwear. As a society, we don’t have room to judge how love is dictated because it comes in so many ways and comes about in the most unpredictable scenarios. So yes, love at first sight can happen. Love after five years of hatred can happen. Love from friendship, love from business, love from being saved….all can happen.

Top three things on your bucket list:

1.  NY Times Best Seller – can anyone say predictable?

2.  Adopt a baby boy – name him Crosby and watch him grow up to play in the NFL or MLB (it will happen)

3.  Stand under the Eiffel Tower and look up her skirt, I want to see what the hype is all about J

Boxers or Briefs?

What’s the point of underwear…it’s going to be taken off anyway.

Tattoos or Piercings?

Even though I write about guys with tattoos I like a clean slate. Might as well make my own marks right? (all talk haha)

Brains or Muscles?

Brains…bring in the dough baby! Plus most of the time I am an idiot so I need someone watching over me and making sure I don’t lock myself in the bathroom for the day with no way to get out. (It happened, I have shame)

Planner or Wing it?

Wing it, please wing it. Well, time out, for a second, planner or wing it for a mate or for me? If for my mate then wing it, if for me…planner all the way. If my life is not planned out at least a couple of months in advanced I am lost!

Favorite feel good drink?

Malibu rum and pineapple/orange juice. Get a couple of those in me and I will be dry humping your leg before you know what hit you.

Vanilla or chocolate?

Strawberry! I am the only grown ass adult who still craves Strawberry milk and gets it at least a couple of times a month. I am not lying when I say I go to pick out a drink at the gas station during a road trip and strawberry milk is in my hand. I am a child.

Laptop or desktop?

Laptop….what is a desktop? Is that one of the clunky things that people used to work on when they wore shoulder pads and combed their molester like mustaches?

Beach or mountains?

Now this has to be one of the hardest questions so far. God, I don’t even know. I grew up next to the beach but now live in the mountains. I just…I just can’t choose. It’s not going to happen…sorry.

Winter or summer?

Summer…my God, please bring on summer. Winter is cold, snowy and always brings on my dreaded enemy….parking lot slush. For a girl who lives in adorable flats every day, parking lot slush is the death of them…the death!


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Cover Reveal – Final Hours by Cate Dean


Title: Final Hours (Love In Time Book 1)

Author: Cate Dean

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 2014

Cover: Jes Richardson Photography and Design:


One man’s death will change the future.

Only two people can save him – if they have the courage to trust each other.

Elizabeth Barritt fought hard for the life she has, finally putting the ugly memories of a childhood trapped in the foster care system behind her. She has the chance to move forward, to reach out for a new, exciting future, surrounded by the art that is her passion. All she has to do is take the first step.

Enter Jackson Kane, who bursts into her life, literally out of thin air. He is a time traveler, on the hunt for a rogue agent. Colliding with Elizabeth is not on his agenda, as much as she intrigues him.

When Kane is injured protecting Elizabeth from that agent, she makes a decision that will change her life, in ways she couldn’t even begin to grasp. She takes him home.

Once he is healed enough to travel, Kane goes after the agent, chasing him back to war-torn London. But his journey back takes a sideways turn, forcing Elizabeth to make another choice. She follows him into the past, to help him stop one man from changing their future.

Together, they learn to trust. What they don’t expect is the connection between them – a connection so strong they can’t fight it, even as they try. Because how can it work, when their lives are centuries apart?


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My name is Cate, and I write romantic suspense and paranormal, with some action packed YA paranormal and fantasy thrown in.

I am a huge history buff, and with my English/Irish heritage, I have always gravitated to English history. That love has taken me across the pond on a regular basis for the last 15 years. I got to combine the thrill of being in a country I love with my research addiction. 🙂

The Love in Time series is the culmination of those trips – and my love for romantic suspense.

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A Gentle Sun Coming Book Blitz


A Gentle Sun Coming by Maryann Wakefield

Ten Things You Don’t Know About… Author Maryann Wakefield

1 – I married my childhood sweetheart, Larry Wakefield. We have two sons. One is only a memory leaving his family to be treasured, the other son and his family brings us great joy.
2 – I am blessed with family and many friends.
3 – I love most animals, all children, and I always need a pet.
4 – I am generally a positive/optimistic, happy, motivated person.
5 – I’m a pleaser. I like to help people feel happy and successful.
6 – I’m an outside person that seems to live too much of my life inside.
7 – Nature and especially water (oceans, gulfs, rivers, streams, puddles) restore my soul.
8 – Music and nature of all kinds flows through me. Some kinds flows faster than others.
9 –I love my long-time bridge and tennis friends more than I love the game.
10 –If it’s true we live many lives I would choose again to be a teacher, a principal, and an educational consultant. I would interweave professional writing sooner. I would write on Monday evenings, all day Saturdays, and whenever I could and still keep my family happy. I’d be happy too.


When Kade Turner lost her husband and son to a freak automobile accident, she tried to commit suicide and was hospitalized for a year. Daily sessions with Dr. Luke Bradshaw brought her back to the land of the living… and also of loving. Or so she made him believe, as an unexpected and suppressed emotion is kindled and an eternal flame ignited on the night of her departure. She flees to Destin, Florida with the goal of being reunited with her family ‘on the other side’; unable to believe Luke could love a ‘lost cause’ like herself.

Instead, she is targeted by a serial killer who sees her as a challenge. Unbeknownst to Kade, her worst nightmare is her next door neighbor; a man who knows her every move and hears even her thoughts. Will Luke find her in time? Is what they shared strong enough to turn a determination to die into an undeniable desire to live?


Again the office was silent. Dr. Bradshaw’s scrutiny interrupted Kade’s thoughts, but she drifted away again, wondering if anything she had read was true. He was certainly nice looking with hair the color of sun-bleached mocha, cut to look professional even though pieces escaped their intended placement. His blue eyes were indecipherable.

Nothing about him ever changed, only his glasses. Even though the professional looking clothes changed, they didn’t in Kade’s mind. The magazines on the side table never moved, only their dates changed.

Again, her thoughts were broken, this time by the doctor’s voice bringing her back to the peaceful, luxurious office.

Dr. Bradshaw studied Kade as her concentration flitted about the room, never lingering anywhere. Part of her inattentiveness, he knew, was an honest emotion. Nevertheless, she used it as a ploy to avoid painful conversation. This was the usual pattern, but today started differently, until now. Suddenly, Kade became absorbed in returning her pockets into her jeans. She would not focus on anything except arranging her pockets.

Dr. Bradshaw’s unintended anger changed his tone and tactics. He was tired of her games, tired of her refusal for help. “Kade, you must talk to me. You said you are ready for me to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me. Start anywhere, but talk. Talk now.”

Ignoring his plea, she deliberately continued gazing around the room, playing her usual game, looking for something different or out of place, refusing to give up her control of the moment. Nothing had changed. Almost every day for the past year she came to this office, and every day it was the same, every day, every damn day, the same. Nothing changed, except those glasses and the occasional wisp of hair.

Kade watched her doctor as he laid his glasses carefully on the desk. She knew he was fighting to control his frustration with her lack of cooperation. She had to leave. She would pretend. She would change. Dr. Bradshaw would think he had won.

“Okay, Doctor. I’ll talk,” Kade said with unused anger spilling out of her voice, her body leaning forward as her hands gripped the chair arms, “but first, I have a question for you.”

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Author Bio:

I am a writer. I can’t tell you how much I love saying those four words. I’ve always been a writer. I’m fascinated by the power of a single word. As an educator, well crafted words got me what I wanted, what I needed for my children, teachers, staff, parents, my building, and, of course, for myself.

Now I write fiction stories inspired by a lifetime of observations, experiences, dreams, and what-ifs. I surround myself with other writers: Ozark Romance Writers, Ozark Writers League, Springfield Writers Guild, Sleuth’s Inc, Sisters in Crime, and Mystery Writers of America. I sit on the board of Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. I participate in the annual Writers Hall of Fame Writers Workshop. The mission is to award scholarships to talented high school seniors and to recognize students in grades 5 through 12 for their writing skills. To fulfill the mission I’m involved with selecting a professional writer with significant contributions to receive the Quill Award at an annual Gala.

I’m a lifetime member of Missouri State Teachers Association and the National Education Association. My career as an educator was in Springfield, Missouri where I taught at four elementary schools (Delaware, Holland, Horace Mann, and Eugene Field) and served as principal at two (Weaver and Alice Pittman). Later I became a consultant for Springfield Public Schools and taught reading at Drury University. I loved those years, all those children, all those memories.

Now I write. I bring to this new job passion and the ability to set missions and goals. To be a writer, you have to know yourself. I’m good at climbing out of the tough valleys that life brings; I believe that I can make the tough valleys of others easier with my stories. I want to make a positive difference. I believe my first novel, A Gentle Sun Coming, will do that. My agent, Jeanie C. Loiacono, Loiacono Literary Agency, LLC. and Madison Connors, Front Porch Romance is marketing it now. Take a look at their web site and find my name under Clients. I’m at work on my second novel, A Raging Storm Coming.

When I’m not sitting in my downstairs office with the window onto my yard, I’m off on another trip (LOVE to travel!), out working in my flowers, taking long walks, playing tennis, lunching with the girls, soaking in my tub, playing bridge with long-time friends, curled up with a good book (and maybe a small glass of wine), or entertaining friends and family. Ah, my family! When I’m counting my blessings, I begin with my husband, Larry Wakefield (my childhood sweetheart) and my wonderful family: son Allen and his wife Lisa, son Scott, deceased, and six grandchildren.

Am I happy? Yes. I used to say that teaching was the best job in the world. I loved being a teacher. But I have to tell you that realizing my second dream–becoming a full time writer–is even better than I expected. It’s hard work. I can’t get enough.

~Meet the characters~

Kade-Dr Luke

Kade Turner was born in San Francisco to wealthy parents. She flew through grade school with ease and perfect grades. She was appreciated and well known in high school. She excelled in every activity or event in high school. Kade was well-liked but not popular. There wasn’t time in her schedule for friendships or dates. She attended Stanford University with the intent of earning a degree in art. Since she was expected to marry well, the choice of her degree was unimportant. Her parents were pleased with their daughter as she met every expectation until Kade fell in love with a poor but promising biologist, Ken Turner. Her parents refused to forgive her when she married. They remained unable to forgive Kade even when Clint, their only grandchild was born.

From the outside looking in, Kade Turner had the perfect marriage, the perfect child, and the perfect life, or so she believed until one day when a phone call shattered her world. After that, she’s alive. Nothing more. But somewhere deep inside of her, a tiny spark of toughness and courage remained and it grew. She would never be the same person again, but maybe, just maybe, there was a life to be lived that would bring her new joy and save the lives of others. Just maybe.

Dr. Luke Bradshaw was born and grew up in Dallas, Texas to hard-working parents that cherished all of their children. Luke grew up loving and close to his parents and siblings. That didn’t change as the children became adults and moved from the family home. Luke loved school, his teachers and a few close studious friends. They discussed their classes, books, girls, and how to get the best scholarships. As a result, he had a choice of universities. After careful study he chose the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California in Los Angeles. He never had a regret. His internship brought new focus and understanding of what he wanted to do with his life. His mission became to bring joy and laughter into the lives of those emotionally unable to function or be productive. He thrived on discovery and returning patients to a productive life style. He completed his education and moved into private practice. As his success grew he became the leading psychiatric doctor at Benjamin Brooks Hospital and Mental Clinic in Las Angeles.

Dr. Bradshaw was divorced from his wife, Teague Bradshaw, after seven years. He covered his heartbreak well following his own practices to seek a return to happiness. Regardless of his resistance to new love, he falls in love with a patient that even he doesn’t see any progress. Yet, fate is a factor in any life, and his is no exception. Life is not as he expected.

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Flaw Review Blog Tour


Title: FLAW
Series: Flaw #1
Author: Ryan Ringbloom
Genre/Age Range: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Publisher: BookBaby
Release Date: January 23, 2014
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What can be said about Josh Brewster? Nothing good, that’s for sure. Just ask anyone. They’ll be quick to tell you. Josh is a selfish, sweet-talking manipulator who will charm you in a minute, all the while planning his next move. He uses. He leaves. All Josh desires is things that come easy. Why actually work hard for something when you don’t have to?

When Josh comes to face to face with a girl who’s doesn’t make anything easy, Josh begins questioning the game he’s played so long. He’s suddenly eager to learn how to work for something he never imagined wanting. Can a player really change his ways? Better yet, will his past forgive?

Aidan Turner has had a rough life, a life that has only become harsher as he’s gotten older. The scars across his face serve as a constant reminder of the haunting nightmares from his past life. Seeing himself as nothing but a monster, Aidan believes no one will ever be able to look past his flaws.

His reasoning is about to change when his very own beauty comes barreling in, sparking emotions he’d thought he’d never feel. Love sizzles between them, but his friendship with another girl complicates everything, especially after the nature of their friendship becomes confused. Will friendship overshadow his true feelings and ruin both couples’ chances at happiness?

About the Author:
Ryan Ringbloom lives for anything Romance. The passion, love, angst, awkwardness… she loves all of it. When Ryan needs a break from reality she sneaks off to read a romantic story or write one of her own. Drinking coffee, reading Tweets and hugs from her five year old are the best part of her day.


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My Review:

I loved reading Flaw by Ryan Ringbloom, it’s a story follows Josh, Aiden, Becca & Jordyn, their relationships and personal flaws to overcome. Josh is the spoiled party boy who never has a girlfriend just a string of one night stands. Aiden was scarred in a knife attack and is afraid to let people see his face. Becca is pink haired and tattooed and feels like she doesn’t deserve a good relationship. Jordyn is all about perfection.  Having four main characters who were each flawed in their own way was very interesting. The characters were realistic you could meet anyone of them in any city. Jordyn shows you that even someone who is outwardly perfect has her own flaws her own demons. Josh shows how you can go from party boy to responsible and loving man. Aiden learns how to accept his outward scar and let people see who the real man is behind the scar. Becca is a lesson in learning to not judge a person by their outward appearance. The relationships between the four are dynamic and show each character’s growth.

I would rate this book 4 Stars!


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What Goes Around Book Blitz

Welcome to day one of the What Goes Around Book blitz. Today author Anne Bikov will be talking to us about her new book, ‘What Goes Around’ and offering us a glimpse into her life.


Ten Things You Don’t Know About… Author Anne Bikov

1 – Anne is actually my middle name

2 – Bikov was our family name from Russia

3 – I love the song Story of my Life by One Direction

4 – Chicken is my favorite food

5 – Twilight (the book series) stalled my movie obsession and introduced me to this new obsession that is books

6 – I love the beach

7 – I LOVE the color BLUE!

8 – I sing

9 – I’m a reformed country music hater, now I’m a lover!

10 – I just got a Smart TV!!

What Goes Around Book Blurb

What if your loved ones kept ending up hurt, in danger, or even dead? After Randie Duncan’s brother is killed in a suspicious industrial accident, leaving behind a pregnant fiancée, Randie leaves her dream life in NYC and comes home to Cullville, WA to mourn and heal with her sister, but has no intention of staying there permanently.

Following a painful break-up, Joe Baxter guards his heart carefully, but when well meaning friends match him up with Randie, he can’t fight his immediate attraction to her. As they grow closer, Randie finds herself debating the idea of returning to NYC, but Joe isn’t the only one who finds her magnetic. When a suspected stalker attacks her, things heat up. Joe believes the attacker may be the town’s troublemaker and mill owner’s son, Jared, who is paying too much attention to his late friend’s fiancée, but will he be able to prove it before someone else gets hurt?

Excerpt from ‘What Goes Around’:

Randie lifted her head and pulled back slightly, looking up into Joe’s eyes. She wanted him to kiss her and she wanted it to happen now, before the song was over. What she hadn’t expected was the effect his kiss would have on her entire body. When Randie looked up at Joe, he had a look of mixed emotion, confusion and interest, and then he did exactly what she was hoping he would do. He bent his head down to hers and softly kissed her lips, once and then again. When he pulled back, she wanted more. She looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. She grasped the nape of his neck, running her tongue quickly over her lower lip and opening her mouth just enough. He leaned in again, placing his hands on either side of her face, and when the kiss continued, deepening, he pulled her closer putting his right hand on her back and his left hand in her hair. As the intensity of the kiss grew, so did her body’s reaction. They were lost in the feel of the music and the kiss combined, pressing their bodies as close together as they possibly could until finally Joe stopped. He pulled his lips away and kept his eyes closed, as Randie relished in the effect. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. He put his arms around her and, pulling her close, buried his face in her neck, lifting her feet just barely off the ground. After a moment, he lowered her, gave her one more quick kiss and then took her hand and led her off the dance floor.

Meet the Characters


Joe is that perfect Hero that any woman could fall for. He’s a good wholesome man whose main focus was to marry his high-school sweetheart and raise a family in the small town where they grew up. Unfortunately for him, she had other plans. He remained close to the buddies he had growing up, Ricky and Al. Ricky and Al married their own sweethearts, and in a way, all three men were like brothers. In that way, Joe was never without family, his “brothers” and their wives and kids.

Randie grew up with her older sister, Kay, and younger brother, Tyler. She grew up with dreams of moving to The Big Apple, having no desire to stay in the small town where she was raised. She managed her dream life for over six years. After four years away, her parents were killed in a devastating car accident. Though she came home to mourn, she went back and continued her life in New York, while her sister and her family, and her brother carried on with their lives back at home. Two years later, just before the story begins, her sister’s husband and their brother were both killed in an accident at the mill. This time Randie came home, uncertain of what her future may hold, her sole focus being to help her sister, Kay, figure out her future with her kids, and her diner

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Anne lives in the wilds of Northwest Ohio splitting her time between writing and her evil night job (no, it’s not what you think). When she’s not writing, she’s finding new TV shows to add to her already time-consuming line-up, exploring her newly discovered love of blended coffee drinks, and trying to coax her substantially less that vicious dog out from under the bed.

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