Friday, January 20, 2017

Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt: Real Good Love by Meghan March


Title: Real Good Love
Series: The Real Duet
Author: Meghan March
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: January 17, 2017
Review Source: ARC
 


From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet with a hero you won't want to miss.



I’ve had my fair share of bad boys, but nothing prepared me for what it was like to be with a real good man.

Logan Brantley changed everything.

Somewhere along the way, what started as a fling became the best part of my life.

He makes me want all the things I’ve never had, like forever and happily ever after, but nothing worth having comes easily.

Everyone is betting on us to fail, but I’m ready to fight for this real good love.





Real Good Love is the conclusion of the Real Duet and should be read following Real Good Man.

I want to say thank you to Meghan for releasing this second book so quickly.  Even though book one was a cliffhanger, she released this one quick enough that we are able to finish our fix.

Now with that being said and out of the way, this story picks up right where we leave off in book one with our new "couple" still figuring out the newness of their budding relationship.  It is still without their complications from all outside angles, but they are letting their feelings surface more and more.

This is a story that will continue to pull at your heart, keep you wrapped up in knots, and give you the warm and fuzzies as well.  It has it all.  This is a beautifully written love story that takes two people who should have never met, and fate giving them the push that they needed to find one another.  

It is a story well worth setting down with and reading and if you are like me you will be unable to put it down.




I’m a woman on a mission when I step off my last flight at six o’clock at night, annoyed it took me an entire freaking day to get here since I made my plans at the last minute. As soon as I leave the rental car desk, I’m headed for my first destination. Logan’s shop.
He’s never going to know what hit him. My skirt is short, my heels are tall, and my hair, skin, and nails are perfect from the pampering I managed to sneak in this week. 
I pull into the parking lot an hour and a half later, mostly because I was so busy singing along to every kick-ass female anthem on my playlist that I missed the turn and went fifteen miles in the wrong direction.
But no one needs to know that little detail.
The lights are still on, and Logan’s truck is parked in its normal spot alongside the building. No other cars remain in the lot.
I pull out my phone and switch it out of airplane mode. I told myself I kept it there all day because I was worried about the safety of my flights and obviously because of the FAA regulations, but that’s total bull. 
I didn’t trust myself not to answer what must be at least a few messages from Logan. I wanted this to be a surprise. Like when Logan thought I might be pregnant, this is a discussion that needs to happen in person.
A few text messages pop up from him immediately, and they’re progressively more . . . let’s call it assertive.

MY SEXY MAN: Bruce, call me.
MY SEXY MAN: Seriously, babe. Call me.
MY SEXY MAN: CALL ME.
MY SEXY MAN: This radio silence shit will not fly. Call me, Bruce.
MY SEXY MAN: Banner Regent, don’t even try to dodge me. I know where you are, and I will come to you and show you how a real man handles this situation.

A smile spreads over my face. I’ve come to terms with a few things in the last twenty-four hours, and one of them is that I don’t care if I’m the first one to say those words I’ve been holding back. I love Logan Brantley, and I’m not going to let another day go by without telling him. To his face.
After I park, I slide out of the car, careful not to pull a Britney and flash anyone my vag because I’m going commando under this skirt, and strut my ass up to the entrance.
I push on the door that opens into the waiting room, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. Well, dammit, that’s not part of my plan. I bang on it, but no one comes. The beat of whatever rock song he’s listening to is thumping through the walls.
I pull my phone out of my wristlet and text him back.

BANNER: Open the damn door.

A response pops up in seconds.




Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Promo Post + Giveaway: Time War by Amanda Kay

Title: Time War
Author: Amanda Kay
Genre: Young Adult, Time Travel Romance
Published: January 17, 2017
**The First Time Travel Book From Amanda Kay**
**Suitable for 15+ with parental approval as the book does contain some language**

What if you could travel back in time?
What if you met the love of your life in the past?

December 20, 1961
Well, I am officially heading to Vietnam. I'll leave for basic in just a few weeks and then it's off to another world. My mom cried when I chose to enlist. It's not the most popular decision in some places, but other places aren't my little town. Here, I'm a hero. Here, I stand for something. My only wish is that I get to see her before I leave. It's weird, I've described her to everyone but no one knows who she is. To me, she's mine, but I know there is a story she's not yet ready to tell me. I'm glad she's in my life, though, because she's gotten me through some rough times. Well, that's my story today. KJ When Willow Davidson is suddenly uprooted from her big city life and tossed into a small town, she struggles to find where she belongs. That is until she finds his journal and suddenly, finds herself in the past. 1958 to be exact. It's there in the past that she meets Keagan. He's handsome and funny. He captures her heart, but they are fighting an uphill battle. She's from the present and he's from the past, but the time war they face doesn't stop her from falling in love.


Excerpt Copyright © 2016/2017
Amanda Kay

It had been two weeks since we moved into our new house. I still didn’t know anyone. Mom and Dad said that was because I spent my days sulking; maybe they were right. I was sitting in my room looking around, when I realized I had barely left this room since we got here.
“You’ll never make friends this way,” I scolded myself.
I decided it was time to mingle. I walked downstairs and outside at the same time as my neighbor. She looked about my age, so I walked toward her driveway. “Hey,” I called.
She looked my way and waved, “Hi.” I smiled at the return greeting.
“I’m Willow,” I called, not as loud since I was now closer to her house.
“Lydia,” she replied. A car came speeding down the road, stopping in front of her house. “Got to go,” she waved before jumping into the car.
I sighed as I watched it speed away. “That went well,” I mumbled, returning to my house and my room. This was bullshit. I wanted to go back to my old city.
Sitting on the bed, I debated calling my Aunt Kari. Surely, I could live with her. Then I could attend my high school, with my friends. I absently looked around my new room. It was a nice setup, much like my old room, but it wasn’t my old room. A loose floorboard caught my eye.
“Great, the house is broken,” I chuckled, leave it to my parents to buy a house without looking at it up close. I got up and walked over to the loose board. If I pulled it up, I could show Mom and Dad how wrong this house is.
Under the floorboard was an old leather book. I pulled it out, Property of KJ. Sitting on the floor, I opened it. Who was this KJ?
July 22, 1958
Well, it’s official, high school begins in September. I’m not looking forward to it at all. I really couldn’t tell you why either. I’m fifteen and nothing about this life excites me anymore. I’m not really living. Isn’t life supposed to have a purpose? I’m not sure what mine is.
That’s my story today,
KJ
I sighed, I knew what this KJ felt like. What is my purpose in life? Before the move, it was friends and boys. Makeup and clothes. Malls and movies. Now, I wasn’t sure. Closing the journal, I carried it over to the bedside table. Maybe a nap would help.
I only closed my eyes for a minute, but when I woke, it was late afternoon. Damn, I didn’t want to take a nap. I walked downstairs, the house was quiet. “Mom, Dad.” They didn’t answer. I glanced out the window and their car was gone.
Oh well, I walked out the back door, anxious to explore the area around the house. I walked down the pathway and noticed a pond, but my parents had mentioned that. What caught my eye about the pond was the guy sitting on the edge of the pond.
“Hello,” I called out freezing my steps as he turned around to face me. He frowned and I wasn’t sure why.
“Hi,” he called back and I walked toward him. He looked around my age, which I thought was nice. At least I’d make a friend.
“What are you doing on my property?” I asked, not sure why that tumbled out of my mouth first. Smooth, Willow. Bite the guy’s head off.
He frowned more and scratched his head, “Last I checked, it was mine and I don’t have a sister.” It was my turn to frown. His?
I looked around and tried to think of a response. “KJ?” I questioned barely above a whisper. It was likely that he didn’t hear me.
“That’s what my friends call me. I’m Keagan,” he smiled.
“Willow,” I rasped. Where was I? What year was it? “What year is it?” He stared at me and then broke into a roaring laugh. I felt so stupid.
“1958, same as it’s been for seven months.” He was still laughing hard so his words were breathless.
“Oh God,” I gasped and his laughing stopped. When I chanced looking his way again, he was staring at me with concern. His green eyes searing my heart.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” How did I answer that question?
“I’m new in town,” I muttered quickly.
“And somehow, my property became yours?” He smirked.
“It’s complicated,” I dismissed. How the hell did I end up in 1958?
“Well, it’s a story I’ll look forward to,” he smiled.
“One day,” I said softly. He continued to smile at me and then he patted the ground next to him.
“So, Willow, how old are you?” I laughed at the simplicity of his question. This felt unreal.
“Fifteen and you?”
“Fifteen.” I nodded and he took my hand, “You’ll be going to St. Paul, right?”
I swallowed, “I will.” It was an honest answer, right? That was the school I would be attending but not until 2016. God, what the hell was this?
“That’s cool.” He smiled as he took my hand. My heart stuttered and began to hammer in my chest. I ran my other hand through my hair. “I won’t bite, Willow,” he whispered.
“Maybe I will,” I shot back, hoping to calm myself down with some banter.
He laughed again, “I doubt that.” He dropped my hand casually and I was able to exhale.
“I should be going,” I muttered, quickly standing.
“Yeah, okay.” He sounded sad and suddenly I felt guilty.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at him.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” he dismissed.
“I understand.” He smiled at me again and I smiled back before turning to walk away.
“Will I see you again?” he called after me.
Would he? “Maybe I’ll visit in your dreams,” I chuckled.
“I’ll wait for you there,” he answered and my heart raced again.
“Bye, Keagan.” I waved and then trotted off quickly. I could feel his eyes on me, so I went around to the front of the house before entering. Racing to my room, I scooped up his journal and flipped through the pages. The blank pages.
I am a Paranormal/Fantasy Adult and YA Romance Author
(M/F, F/F, & F/F/M stories)

I am a Florida girl at heart, but since getting married I have lived in Washington, South Carolina, and our latest move Connecticut. I hold a B.A. in Multimedia Journalism with a minor in Political Science from Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton, Florida.

Writing is something I love and since I am blessed to be a stay at home mom I thought I would try my hand at getting the stories in my head out and see how far I could go. I tried a few years ago to go through a Literary Agency, but it went nowhere. The self-publishing market was just starting to get hot so I self-published two books mainly for family and friends. I then discovered the world of New Adult. I wanted to stick with my paranormal roots and began thinking up story ideas that took on not only a paranormal element, but a fantasy element as well.

So, that is me in a nutshell. I am a little crazy and simple and I love my life and my family.

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Release Blitz + Review: Egomaniac by Vi Keeland

Title: Egomaniac
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Romance, Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: January 16, 2017
Review Source: eARC
 

The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office.
I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.
He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing. 

Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.
Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all. 

Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.
Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent. 
I was swindled out of ten grand.

The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place.
I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind. 
I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.

The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages. 
The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing. 
And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.  



This book could not have been any hotter. 

Readers meet Drew Jagger, and Emerie Rose in an accidental meeting when Emerie is scammed over on his office building. Putting the pieces together, Drew chooses to make sure she's taken care when she goes down to the police station to file a report. What happens there turns out to be so much more than Drew ever bargained for. After a long day in court, things seem to really take a rocky twist for these two. 

Things couldn't be more than opposite for Drew, and Emerie.

A well known divorce attorney, and a just-starting-out-moved-across-the-country-chasing-a-completely-different-guy marriage counselor leaves these two with enough words firing back and forth between them regarding their professions, that it is entertainment at it's finest. Playful banter back and forth across the office, occurs far too often before the banter lands them between the sheets....and on the desk.....and on the kitchen counter. 

But things aren't always what they are meant to be.

When Drew has something pop up in his life that is his number one priority, he leaves Emerie in the dust. Not a relationship kind of guy, he waltzes off - read that as stumbles down an unlikely road he never wanted to be down in the first place - to handle his business, and to get his mind off of Emerie. Only he can't. Dashing off to find her, to fix them, he proceeds to have a close call with his own priorities, and vows to make things work. Only.....things may not work, once he confesses everything to Emerie. 

Characters

I loved the characters in EGOMANIAC. Both Drew, and Emerie had enough dynamics between the two of them, that it really made reading this novel that much better. Drew is a typical cocky, self-centered, divorce lawyer who knows he can get who he wants, when he wants. Having a shitty past himself, he finds that relationships are overrated, and kills in the courtroom for his clients. Emerie is sweet, naive, and really brought the charm the first time they met. I've never been to New York, but I'm pretty sure I would fall for someone renting me a snazzy new office off Park Avenue. Anyways, there are a load of other characters that are entertaining, and really add to the story. 

Plot

I wasn't 100% sure where EGOMANIAC was headed. The synopsis only gives a little bit of insight to these characters, and their lives, which makes reading EGOMANIAC so much better. There is a lot of depth to this story line, and I loved it. All of it. From the slowly building of the attraction between Drew, and Emerie, to the Epilogue that will steal any readers heart. There's so much more that goes on, and I really don't want to give it all away! Definitely interesting, will keep readers guessing, and will keep you interested all throughout the story. 

This was a fun, entertaining, and very dirty book that will leave you wanting so much more of Drew and Emerie. This duo is my favorite couple for 2017, and I cannot wait to dive into more of Vi Keeland's novels. A wonderful 5+ stars to Vi Keeland for a great romance that sweeps her readers off their feet!!





Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages.  She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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