Thursday, November 16, 2017

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Guarding Erin by Nicole Flockton






Title: Guarding Erin
Author: Nicole Flockton
Genre: Adult, Special Forces Romance
Publish Date: November 7, 2017
Review Source: eARC

 




When Carlos “Italy” Porcelli helped a former SEAL brother, he never expected to come face to face with his high school sweetheart, Erin Furlan. The second he finds out her life is in danger from her former mob boyfriend, he will do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe. Guarding his heart from remembering the past and wishing for a future will take all his steely SEAL resolve.

Erin Furlan believed her life was back on track after her mob boyfriend got arrested when the family he worked for got taken down. How wrong she was. Now he’s back and wanting retribution. What she never expected was Navy SEAL and former sweetheart, Carlos Porcelli, to swoop in and save her. As she tries to break away from her ex’s hold, she’s drawn closer to Carlos. Erin’s not sure her heart can take another beating, as she’s certain Carlos is going to walk away from her again.

Being in close confines, their past filters into their present and when Erin is kidnapped, Carlos will do anything to save the woman he’s falling for. He only hopes he reaches her in time.

I always enjoy reading Nicole Flockton's books. She creates a world that is simple, with characters that are complex, and have interesting backgrounds that keep the reader interested in her novels. GUARDING ERIN focused on two main characters, Carlos and Erin. Erin is getting back on her feet after a tangle with the mob, and Carlos is returning for a short stay from a recent mission with his SEAL brothers. A curious, and unfinished text message from Erin has him dropping any further mission plans, and heading to New York to see Erin is fine with his own eyes. The two knew that being in close quarters again would cause sparks to fly, and fly they did....

The only thing holding be back from giving GUARDING ERIN a five star review is that the climax of the novel came more towards then end, and ended up feeling rushed. Other than that, GUARDING ERIN had plenty of hot scenes that will leave readers wanting much, much more of Carlos and Erin. Their backstory was difficult, but had enough mystery to it that it wasn't overly complex. The characters were easy to relate to as far as having that opportunity of a long lost love come back to you. 

As always, I look forward to Nicole's next novel!




Exhaustion bit at her heels. It had been a shit of a day. A computer software problem had all their reservations jumbled up tighter than a pair of stockings in a washing machine. The last thing she wanted to do was go to dinner, but she really needed a girl’s night.  

She turned the light off and closed her office door. At the end of each day a sense of pride filled her with all she’d accomplished in the past four years. Hard work and determination had gotten her to the position of General Manager quicker than she ever imagined possible.  

Before she left, she stopped at the registration desk. “If any issues crop up overnight, call me. No matter what the time.” 

The clerk smiled. “Certainly, Erin. Hopefully, I won’t have to. Have a good night.” 

“Thanks.” Secretly, Erin prayed her phone wouldn’t ring. After dinner she planned to go home and fall into bed. Between the stress of Bryan turning up in her life again, and today’s work drama, a solid eight hours of sleep sounded like an unreachable dream. 

She skipped down the stairs, glad to be outside and absorbed everything that made New York, New York. The sounds of taxi drivers sitting on their horns, the aroma coming from the hotdog stand on the corner, the flow of people streaming out of the subway stations.  

“Hello, Erin.” 

Shocked at hearing Carlos’s voice, her foot slipped and she missed the bottom step. Instead of finding herself kissing the sidewalk, warm, strong arms closed around her. Without thinking, she laid her head on Carlos’s chest. She breathed deeply and the aroma of hotdogs was replaced with a tangy citrus smell that was intoxicating. She inhaled again.  

He chuckled. “Did you just smell me?” 

Erin came to her senses and pulled away from him. Surprise made way for embarrassment. “What are you doing here?” 

If she thought her terseness would put him off, she was living in a fantasy world. Instead of putting distance between them, he grabbed her hand again. 

“I got your text message and I was worried.” 

“What text message?” Confusion colored her thoughts. She knew she’d sent him a text last night, but she hadn’t asked him to travel up to New York to see her. She expected him to call.  

His hand went to his pocket and pulled out the phone, all the while he maintained his hold on her. Her skin sizzled from the connection, drawing her back to the first time they’d kissed when they’d been sixteen. At the time, she’d thought her reaction to his touches and kisses had been because he was her first boyfriend. A crush that had turned into juvenile love. Now she had to wonder. 

After the first couple of dates with Bryan, her body had never flared to life like hers was doing right now. They were only holding hands for goodness sake.  

“This message.” A phone was shoved under her nose. 

“I didn’t send ...” She re-read the message and then it hit her. This was the message she’d started to send to him while on the subway and then she’d had second thoughts. “I, um, I didn’t mean to send it to you.” 

“Right. Who were you sending it to.” 

She could fabricate that she was sending it to a friend. Somehow she didn’t think he would buy it. “You.” 

“But?” 

“Well you didn’t respond to my message last night and then I didn’t know what to say.” 

Everything she’d told him was the truth. The only problem was she still didn’t know what to say to him. For a brief second on the train she’d wanted to ask him for his help with Bryan. She’d helped him, he could help her. But could she ask that of him though? 

“I was out last night, and didn’t see your message until I checked my phone this morning.” 

“Uh huh. Well,” she looked at their connected hands and then at the crowd bustling around them. “I’ve got plans, so I’d better get going. Good seeing you, Carlos.”  

She went to pull her hand out of his grip, but he tightened his hold on her. 

“What’s going on, E? And don’t tell me nothing. I know you. I can see the tension in you.” 

Anger rippled through her and she yanked her hand out of his grip. “You don’t know me at all now. You were the one who walked away from me. From us. And yes, I’m tense. After the shit day I had, you’d be tense as well. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got places to be. Real friends to catch up with. Goodbye, Carlos.”

Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love.

On her first school report her teacher noted "Nicole likes to tell her own stories". It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book.

Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Someone Else's Star by Madalyn Thane

Title: Someone Else's Star
Author: Madalyn Thane
Genre: Young Adult Romance
Publish Date: October 24, 2017
Review Source: eARC
 


When the boy who appears hellbent on ruining her life shows every sign of doing a 180-degree turnaround, seventeen-year-old Sadie Davis doesn't know whether to trust her head or her heart.

After years of wishing on stars, she's beginning to give up on her dream of finding true love. Can Jacob, the boy who has tortured her for three long years convince her that she hasn't been wasting her time wishing on someone else's star?


“We don’t know who we are until we’re connected to someone else. We’re just better human beings when we’re with the person we’re supposed to be with.”

I absolutely enjoyed this book. SOMEONE ELSE’S STAR by Madalyn Thane was a cute, quick read, which had me rooting for Sadie Davis, and Jacob Westinghouse. Two characters that seem completely opposite of one another that, in the end, find the true love they both deserve. There was a lot more that could have been expanded on, and honestly, Sadie wasn’t my favorite character in the beginning of the book. She seemed super clingy to her friends, and had a vendetta out for Jacob that, once the full story was given, was understandable. Jacob, upon learning more about him, and seeing him develop into the character that he became, was a fun character that really showed his true colors. As I said, a quick, fun read that was enjoyable. Loved the epilogue and would love to see more of Sadie and Jacob in a later book.




“I know that you’re not a doctor, I’m not in a motorcycle club, and we aren’t on a TV show, but this quote just rings so true. ‘We don’t know who we are until we’re connected to someone else. We’re just better human beings when we’re with the person we’re supposed to be with.’ You’re the person I’m supposed to be with, Sadie. I only hope that I’m that person for you. I want to be that person with you.”

With that, he kissed her softly on the lips and left her standing in the atrium, the entire world rotating on a completely different axis. Had he seriously just used her favorite SOA quote against her? That was what Tara said to Jax after his son was kidnapped. After he tried to send her away. It was her favorite damn quote from the whole show. That was beyond dirty. And damn it, it proved exactly how well he knew her. And the star. The. Star. Oh my god. Tears started to leak out of her eyes. That was the sweetest gesture she had ever heard of, and since she was a romantic, watched a lot of romantic movies and read a lot of books, that was really saying something. What was she going to do with him? And what was she going to do about Bree? She knew she needed a little time to stand on her own, to prove to herself that she was capable of doing it. 

She needed to be the hero of her own story.

Madalyn Thane lives in Western Montana with her husband, teenage son, four dogs and two cats. She has another son who lives in heaven with the angels.

Someone Else’s Star is her debut novel.

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Friday, September 1, 2017

Blog Tour, New Release, Review, Excerpt: Finding Home by J.M. Adele


Title: Finding Home
Series: Coming Home #2
Author: J.M. Adele
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: August 14, 2017
I’ve done some things I’m ashamed of. Been the subject of gossip they didn’t even bother trying to keep from my ears. But I’m here, thousands of miles away trying to atone for my sins. Funny thing is, some sins are so ingrained it’s impossible to scrub them from your DNA.

Chelsea’s hell bent on reigning in her free spirit and becoming the daughter her mama could be proud of. Lord knows she owes her that much. But when a stranger crosses her path, her wild heart flares to life. She figures a little bit of fun never hurt none. She isn’t prepared for the lesson fate serves with a slice of pie, and some sweet tea on the side.

Greyson is done with being neck deep in cow dung. He’s ready to hang up his cowboy hat and replace it with a toque blanche. Following his passion all the way to Boston, he gets the shock of his life when the smokin’ hot blonde from Alabama turns up in his uncle’s restaurant.

But her plans and his future are set for different destinations. And distance isn’t the only thing trying to tear them apart.

The kitchen is about to go volcanic as he fights to chase his dream, and hold on to his dream girl.

Chelsea will have to make a choice between her heart, or her home.

Which one will it be?

*Recommended for readers 18+ due to mature content. *

This book is one that allows you to realize that somethings are outside your control.  

No matter how hard you may try to run away sometimes you have to face what is being place in your path.  You can't change the past, but you can have a hand in what the future may hold.  There is a plan in place for each of us. 

This is what Gray and Chelsea both found out.  This story is a great romance. Both characters have demons to battle, but they find that together, they can conquer them together.  

This story has many angles to it, but ultimately they find their way,  This is a great book about young love and personal growth.  You will not be disappointed with the story and of course you get the HEA that we all chase.

Finding Home Excerpt #2 © J.M. Adele 2017

Belly full of beer and nachos, Chelsea found herself sitting in a dim candlelit room with about fifteen others, listening to a psychic pull random information from thin air. She didn’t think there was any threat of actual communication with the dead, but some vibe in the room made her twitchy. Perhaps it was because she was sandwiched between Ryan and Grey, who both sat with arms crossed and one ankle on the opposing knee. It seemed Hannah was in charge of the itinerary for the night, and nobody liked her choice of activities.
Strangely, Dakota chose a seat beside Grey, quietly absorbing the show. Or maybe it wasn’t strange, and Chelsea was letting her green side take over. Not the Oz kind of green, either. It was more the mammoth proportions of the big guy who split his pants every time he got mad.
Hannah appeared oblivious, hanging on every word coming out of the psychic’s mouth. Lord bless that free-spirited woman. She embraced everything she did, wholeheartedly. Chelsea could learn a thing or two from her. She unfolded her arms, placing her hands between her knees, and sat up.
“May I approach you?” The psychic had Chelsea in her sights.
“Me?”
“Don’t be scared. I have a message from your loved one.”
Pfft. Oh, I’m not scared, honey.” She rubbed her palms together, shuffling her butt back in her chair.
You’re such a liar.
“Your loved one with a B sound. A female. You were close, but not related.”
Chelsea’s muscles tensed, the twitchy feeling intensifying under her skin.
“She said to let go of the blame. It was her choice. You were not responsible.”
Her vocabulary vanished as her body locked tight. What could she say? That information couldn’t be randomly plucked from the air. Unless this psychic somehow knew her from Texas, there was no way she could’ve known Chelsea had been carrying the burden of blame for her wild ways... and the irreversible consequences. She squeezed her palms between her knees as her mind reeled. Was that really Beth?
“She said to tell you she’s okay.”
Well, I’m not.
“I have a message for you, too.”
Chelsea’s focus turned to Greyson as the psychic addressed him.
“This spirit is very clearly your grandfather. A forceful personality. He refused to wait his turn. He said he’s sorry for being so stubborn, and that you must follow your heart, wherever it may lead you.”
Grey tipped his chin up in a dismissive gesture, choosing not to speak. Angling himself towards her, he pulled one of her hands onto his thigh and clasped their palms together, unspoken questions suspended in his eyes.
Are you okay?
Who is Beth?
“I got you.” The words rumbled out in a deep, calming whisper.
Oh, honey. You have me more than you know.
She fixed on their joined hands, her eyelids tapping out a frantic rhythm. He’d brushed aside his own revelation to take care of her, the security net still blanketing her. She half expected to see a cascade of rubble as another of her walls came crashing down. He’d offered her a safe place to forgive herself for all her failings. A chance at normal. She’d vehemently denied the small voice in her mind that said, ‘what if?’ What if she allowed herself to trust enough to find love? What if she found someone who would cherish her? Didn’t she deserve that? That’s all Beth had wanted.
As the psychic moved through the room, Chelsea struggled with herself to stay seated. She turned her thoughts back to Grey. The way he held her hand steady, as if he knew she needed an anchor because she was suddenly lighter than before. He gave their joined hands a shake to get her attention, and tilted his chin towards the door. She didn’t need to be told twice. She stood and followed him. Breaking free, she took a gulp of night air, letting his hand slip from hers.
He flexed his fingers. “You’ve got a good grip.”
“So I’ve been told.” She winced. She’d let her tongue loose again. Damn, it was hard holding back around him. “Sorry about that. Knee jerk reaction. I’m trying to be a better person and that means less inappropriate flirting.”
“It’s only inappropriate if it’s unwelcome.”
“Well, I just crushed your hand. I’m sure you weren’t thinking about my grip around anything else.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about parts of you wrapped around parts of me ever since we met.”
Her lids dropped low as she took in the firm set of his jaw. His molten gaze warmed her up, making her body pliant and ready for his touch. Maybe she could let him in? For the time she had left, anyways. And finally give herself a taste of something she could hold deep inside for the rest of her days.
“That can be arranged.”
“Oh really? Forfeiting your bet so early in the game? Shame on you, Chelsea. I thought you were made of tougher stuff.”
“How do you—” Her eyes popped before narrowing. “Dane… Oh, he is going to get a wupping next time I see him.”
“He’s a good friend. You have a good group of people who love you.” He pushed some hair out of his face and glanced at the door they’d just exited. “And some questionable tag-alongs.”
“You don’t like Ryan, huh?”
“I wasn’t referring to Ryan. But, no. I don’t like him. He wants what I want.” Those eyes travelled over her features.
“He can’t have me. And, for the record, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the bet.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it, because you and I are gonna happen.”
“Now?” She bounced on the balls of her feet.
He barked out a laugh, flashing his teeth. “No. I don’t sleep with witches.”
“Oh. That’s a shame, because I’m pretty sure witches sleep naked.”
His brow shot up. “Is that right?”
“It’s just a rumor I heard from someone in the know.”
“I’ll dream about that until the time comes.”
“When will it be time to come? Because I’m lookin’ forward to the coming part.”
The smile spread across his face in a slow seductive tide, as his lids grew heavy. “It’s going to be explosive.”
“When? When is it going to explode? I hope we have some towels on hand.”
Laughter burst from deep in his belly, the sound rivalling the revelry in the street. “Oh, you are a peach.” He reached out and pulled her into his frame.
Enveloped in his arms as he shook in amusement, she couldn’t contain her smile. He was all kinds of warm and hard, and big… and hard. Yeah, she might’ve burrowed in close enough to feel something against her stomach. A girl had to check these things. He had all the right gear to get the job done.
He also had so much more that she wasn’t prepared for. He had heart, and compassion. He’d known that she needed to get out of that room, and he’d made it happen without pressing her for a reason why. And then he’d made her laugh while getting her panties wet. He was a goddamn rock. A big, gorgeous, steady rock. Her arms crept around him as she turned her face into his chest and breathed him in. She listened to the beat in his chest, absorbed the rise and fall of air from his lungs, and felt her own match it.
She’d been so torn between belonging in two different places that she hadn’t imagined she could feel so content in a place like his arms.
Maybe home had nothing to do with geography.
But if you want to call someone home, you must both be in the same city.
And there was the problem.

Former nurse, reluctant romantic, and chocolate lover, J.M. Adele, is the author of paranormal and contemporary romance, and romantic suspense. After years of indulging in her addiction to reading, her own characters started to tell their stories. They were relentless, forcing her to put pen to paper and release them into the world. She also owns and runs The Flare Up book blog where she shares her reading obsession.

On most days you can find her running between the desk, and wrangling her three boisterous boys while carrying a book in one hand. When everyone else drifts off to dreamland she escapes into the worlds conjured by the characters in her head.
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