Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Author, Kathryn Kelly: Misdeeds
Author, Kathryn Kelly: Misdeeds: I'm so proud to share the cover on my blog. I loved doing the cover reveal! However, I couldn't wait to be able to post it here! The...
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Cover Reveal: Misdeeds by Kathryn Kelly
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Welcome, Kathryn Kelly
I can't believe how long it's been since I posted. Where have I been? Where has the time gone? All I can say is sorry and I'd like to welcome Kathryn Kelly this evening. I'll do an interview with her soon. Right now, please enjoy her video trailers, book cover, and excerpt.
Evil is all around them. To save herself and her sister, Kendall has to rely on the man she betrayed. To save his club, Johnnie has to trust Kendall's story. Before it's too late. Because lives will be lost and hearts will be broken.
WARNING: This isn’t an easy or light read. Please be advised. The way to Johnnie’s and Kendall’s resolution involves death, violence, destruction, a sexual assault scene and suicide.
April 6, 2014
BLURB: John Donovan has been left in charge of the Death Dwellers' MC while the club president is on his honeymoon. With six days left till Outlaw's return and smooth sailing so far, complications bubble up. As the clock ticks, he's determined to bring everything under control.
Kendall Miller, an attorney and the ex-girlfriend of another MC president, is in deep trouble. When her little sister is taken by her ex, she needs to report to a man who is frantic for information on the highest ranking members of Johnnie's club. When she suddenly shows up at the clubhouse and arouses the suspicions of a very handsome blond biker, she finds herself being taken as his prisoner. Evil is all around them. To save herself and her sister, Kendall has to rely on the man she betrayed. To save his club, Johnnie has to trust Kendall's story. Before it's too late. Because lives will be lost and hearts will be broken.
WARNING: This isn’t an easy or light read. Please be advised. The way to Johnnie’s and Kendall’s resolution involves death, violence, destruction, a sexual assault scene and suicide.
EXCERPT: His gaze flickered over her hair, her eyes, her
nose. Her mouth. The silver in his beautiful eyes swallowed up the gray, leaving
behind a burning intensity that melted Kendall’s insides. Looking at him,
smelling his cologne, hardened her nipples and wet her panties. Because he was
her illusion. The man she hadn’t expected to see again but whose memories she
clung to.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he greeted with a heart-stopping
smile. “What brings you back to my club?”
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Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Welcome Kathryn Kelly
Misled by Kathryn Kelly
Blurb:
He
deals in a world of violence, sex, drugs, and crudity. As president of the
Death Dwellers' Motorcycle Club, Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell
presides over a club in chaos after the death of their longtime president and
his mentor, Joseph "Boss" Foy.
Megan
Foy runs from her abusive stepfather, hoping for her daddy's intervention to
save her and get her terrified mother away before it's too late. Only problem
is, she soon discovers her beloved daddy is dead and the man who killed him is
the man she's falling in love with.
This is
a full-length novel.
Warning: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, RAPE, AND EXCESSIVE PROFANITY.
Excerpt:
A
scream rose above the music and laughter humming in the background. Then
silence. Complete and utter silence. Rack winced. Outlaw pulled his nine, a
reflex reaction and started down the hallway. Light reflected off the gigantic
mural of the Grim Reaper, his scythe dripping blood, his eye sockets burning
red.
“Daddy!”
The
wail pierced the sudden stillness as he rounded the corner. A little blonde
urchin barreled into him and semi-peaceful waves kicked into his brain. She
stopped, his gun inches from her head and he loosened his grip.
He
stared into familiar eyes. Blue. Intense. Brilliant. A perfect mirror of the
former president of his MC. Only these eyes were unfamiliar. And not because of the dark circles ringing them.
They
were the eyes of the daughter of the man he’d killed.
Release Date:
Ebook: December 5, 2013 - $3.99
Print: January 5, 2014 - $11.50 – ISBN 13: 978-1494269173
Bio:
In Kat’s head, she’s the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she’s an everyday, ordinary girl who loves scotch, reading, writing, and football.
Social Media Links:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7388568.Kathyn_KellyTwitter handle: @katkelwriter
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathryn.kelly.336717
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My Review:
As a fan of motorcycle romances, I didn't know what to expect with this one, given the warning attached to it. Let me start by saying: TAKE HEED OF THAT WARNING. When Ms. Kelly says excessive profanity, she means it. Misled isn't for the squeamish or the faint of heart. Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell is trying to rein in the Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club. He inherited the presidency upon the death of Joseph "Boss" "Big Joe" Foy. Loyalties are split because it was Outlaw himself who killed Boss, his idol and mentor. Outlaw knows no other life but that of the Death Dwellers and doesn't expect to ever find anyone he wants as his own.
Megan Foy escapes her mother's house after a particularly violent episode with her stepfather. She fears Thomas is going to kill her and her mother. When she hears her mother tell Thomas Big Joe is riding into town to get Meggie, Meggie decides there's no time to wait. She runs away, believing her father wants her with him and will get her mother out of the violent situation she finds herself in. Once she arrives in Hortensia, Washington, she isn't allowed on the MC's property and no one will tell her where her father is, leaving her to live the next month by a creek. Her path collides with Outlaw's when she steals five dollars from another Death Dweller member and she is brought to the club once she identifies herself.
Meggie is the angel to Outlaw's devil. She's young but has endured a lot in her eighteen years. It has given her the strength she needs to survive her stepfather's brutality, life on the streets, and Outlaw himself. This girl never listens to one freaking thing Outlaw orders her to do, unless it suits her, which usually it doesn't. The man is a big, sexy biker who is used to having his every word obeyed. Misled is violent. Ms. Kelly lets us know this is an MC in chaos within the ranks and at war outside. The body count is high with one particularly heartbreaking. The profanity Outlaw uses fits his character. Meggie calls him a psycho and his comeback is he's her psycho. Once he falls under Megan's spell, there's no going back and he turns into this super sexy Me-Caveman-This-My-Woman. In other words, look at Meggie too long and your life is in serious danger. He lets everyone, male and female, know that if Meggie tells them to jump, they ask how high and get right to jumping. Yet, he knows exactly who he is, and wrestles with his conscience. This battle results in a surprising twist. I had to admire Meggie's strength during this time. I surely wouldn't have been as strong and would've given in to every urge I had.
Misled gripped me from the opening pages. I found Chapter 1 hardest to read. Misled is emotional, sexy, violent, and, surprisingly, humorous in a couple spots. For instance, Outlaw teaching Meggie the correct terminology for the male and female anatomy. Other spots are completely heartbreaking.
The author doesn't plan to turn this into a series, but, I, for one, am already campaigning for Johnnie's story to be told.
5 Fleur-de-lis
Heat level: Hot
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Welcome Evie Knight
About
Ariel’s Song:
Colin Hoskins, famous classical violinist, is
tainted by his past. Angry at life, unable to move beyond the betrayal of his
dead fiancé, he’s sworn off performing or falling in love ever again. All Colin
wants is to be left alone, except no one listens. Especially the pretty little
assistant he can’t fire and his body burns to claim.
Stranded in a foreign country, bankrupted heiress
Ariel Parks needs a job to fund her way home. Assistant of sorts to the
musician she’s fantasized about for years sounds like a dream job. She never
imagined the gorgeous genius would be a reclusive beast. But the real problem
is the way every nerve in her body tingles at the mention of his name.
Sneak
Preview:
The long narrow hallway looked as lush as
everything else in his house. Ariel looked at the spotless dark wood floors
lined by warm sand colored walls accentuated with expensive paintings. She bet
all were originals.
“Well, off you go.” The plump housekeeper
motioned to the hallway. “He’s in his music studio.”
Ariel bit the inside of her cheek, doubting
her decision. Maybe it’d be best to ask the older woman to show her in. She
turned to ask, finding the woman no longer stood next to her. Ariel looked
around hoping to find her, realizing she stood in the middle of the room alone.
She took a deep breath, glancing up at the vast arched ceiling, feeling it
swallow her whole.
All right, here goes nothing. Ariel
adjusted the tote on her shoulder and walked down the hall, following the
origin of the music, slowing down as she approached a half closed door from
where the melody came. The notes to a Nirvana song filled her ears. She closed
her eyes, allowing his music to hypnotize her how it always did. God. She loved
his music.
Some people frowned upon classical crossovers
like Colin. Ariel bet he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of his musical
arrangements. He was an artist playing for the love of music and nothing else.
He’d probably continue to mix classical with Pop, Rock, and Metallica for as
long as he lived.
She drummed her foot on the floor, her insides
squealing. Her favorite musician played on the other side of the door. She bid
her time, enjoying the music. As tempted as Ariel was to let him know she’d
arrived for her first day of work, she didn’t want to interrupt.
When Colin finished playing the Nirvana song,
Ariel took a step forward ready to announce her presence. Then, the strings
with the first notes to a gypsy song halted her mid-step. Ariel leaned on the
wall, closing her eyes once more to hear him play. She resisted the impulse to
remove her shoes and dance to the gypsy melody in his hall. Damn, he could
play.
“Are you going to come in or stand there all
day?” he asked from inside the room.
His voice startled her. Shit. She opened her
eyes. How did he know she’d been there all along? Ariel cleared her throat and
walked in. “Hi. I-I was waiting…” She motioned to his instrument. A palpable
tension filled the air the moment her gaze met his, drawing her to him. His
black T-shirt and jeans gave him a dark angel aura.
He wore his hair down without a ponytail.
Colin stood next to his music stand. His stubble denser, framing his face,
giving his piercing eyes a darker caramel shade. Ariel cast her gaze to the
large skull ring on his left pinky finger. The man was a hot rocker playing
Mozart.
“Let me make something clear to you.” He raked
a hand through his hair, securing a strand behind his ear. “No one walks
through that door when I’m in here practicing. Any questions?” Colin placed the
bow on the stand and set his violin in its case.
Ariel regained her composure. “No questions.
However, I think we need to set some ground rules.” She crossed the room to the
bay window opposite from him. “If I’m going to be your assistant, there are
some things we can’t do.” She ran her index finger along the edge of the window
then placed her tote on the side table next to it. “For starters—” She turned
and bumped into his strong chest.
“Enlighten me,” Colin said.
Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her
gaze to him, lingering on his mouth before she met his eyes. Ariel fought the
need to kiss him again. How would she ever pull this off when he looked at her
with those eyes? Colin trapped her between the bay window and him. He hadn’t
touched her yet, but the heat radiating from him being so close ensnared her
all the same. Ariel shifted on her feet, trying to set an inch or two of
distance between them.
“For starters what, Ariel?” Colin placed a
hand on either side of her, making it harder for her to escape. At her silence,
he asked, “Are you going to answer me?”
“This.” Ariel rested a hand on his chest, to
push him away, his warmth burning her palm. “If we’re going to work together,
there won’t be any touching.” Her fingertips tingled at the thrum of his
heartbeat. Colin glanced at her hand on his chest. Shit. She curled her fingers
into a fist. What was she doing feeling his hard muscles?
“You mean you don’t want me to touch you like this?”
He gripped her waist, and she jerked at the unexpected contact.
The heat of his grasp on her waist seeped
through the thin layer of her clothes, stirring her insides. “Yes.” She shook
her head. “No.”
Colin
angled his head, closing the distance. “What else?” he asked, his lips a breath
away from hers.
She closed her eyes. “There can’t be any more
kiss—”
He closed his mouth on hers, not demanding,
just giving. Colin drew her in, teasing until she asked for more. Ariel didn’t
have the willpower to resist him, not when he kissed her like this. Not when
she’d fantasized about being in his arms for ages. Damned temptation. Nothing
went as planned. She ran her hands up his arms, yearning to touch his hair,
allowing herself the small pleasure. Ariel tangled her fingers in his hair,
pressing her breasts against his chest.
Colin groaned, opening his mouth wider,
drawing her tongue in. He lifted her on top of the bay window seat, letting the
décor pillows drop at his feet. He spread her legs apart until he stood between
them.
He broke the kiss. “You should’ve never come
today if you didn’t want me to kiss you again. I warned you yesterday.” He
locked gazes with her. “If you don’t want me to touch you or kiss you, say it
like you mean it. Don’t say it looking at me with sex hungry eyes.” He breathed
in. “Ariel, I don’t just want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. Here and now. So
tell me. Do you want me to stop?”
No. Yes. No. Her chest tightened, heat rose from her feet
up her body, her insides stirred. She couldn’t say it like she meant it because
she didn’t, or not look at him without being entranced by the lust in his eyes.
No. The answer was no and exactly what she’d feared. Not being able to walk
away from the man she’d dreamt about for years. My fantasy come true.
“Ariel?”
An inexplicable force drew her to this strange
music genius, her Aerosmith turned Mozart as she’d called him many times before
in her dreams, and fighting it was off the list. “Kiss me.”
Colin seized her mouth in another scorching
kiss, his hands stroking her legs, bunching up her skirt at her waist.
My Review:
Ariel’s Song by Evie Knight
Colin Hoskins is a famous violinist who plays everything
from Mozart to Metallica. He’s brilliant and world-renowned until a tragedy
forces him out of the spotlight. He wants to be left alone, vowing never to
perform or fall in love again.
Where
you can buy it
About Evie:
Evie Knight writes wickedly
sexy contemporary romances with irresistible bad boys, sassy heroines, a
bit of conflict, humor and a dash of spice. When she’s not hard at work
writing, she spends her time blogging, reading, listening to music, or looking
for a muse.
She lives in sunny Southern California.
Evie loves hearing from her readers. Feel free to
drop her a line at evie@evie-knight.com or you can stalk her on
Twitter @inlovewromance
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Guest Post: Inspiration by Dilys J. Carnie
It doesn’t matter how much you want to write
there are always days when you think not one more word is going to be written.
You search your mind for inspiration to no avail and you think that’s it… your
writing career is over.
Ideas are
an integral part of a writer’s life and sometimes they become illusive leaving
your mind blundering around in the most dramatic, hair pulling “no one else
ever has days like this” kind of way.
With your
muse struggling to cooperate, inspiration can be found in some of the most
unlikeliest places.
“Sing to me
oh Muse”…
The nine
muses of Greek Mythology were deities that gave artists, philosophers and
individuals the necessary inspiration to write. Where are my muses when I’m
struggling?
Inspiration
can be everywhere and nowhere, perhaps just reading a magazine while having a
coffee in your favourite place. People watching (a favourite of mine),
television, dreaming about the handsome hero that saves you from all the bad in
the world. It could be in the dead of night when you’re half asleep and frantically
searching for a pencil and piece of paper, not finding any and ending up
writing them on the wall so as not to forget.
The truth
is that although I have days when I feel like throwing the towel in…I never
would because I love what I do too much and my muse may take a rest now and
then but not for long before I am filling the blank page in front of me with a
new love story that has me sighing, crying and falling in love all over again.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Embrace The Mystery by Caris Roane
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GIVEAWAY: signed copy of BORN IN CHAINS, e-copies of EMBRACE THE DARK,
EMBRACE THE MAGIC, and EMBRACE THE MYSTERY, small tote, notepad, versatile
calendar, sticky notes, and RTC cards!!! International winner receives
gift card compensation!!!
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