Saturday, May 10, 2014

Make It A Double by Sawyer Bennett


BY USA Today Best-selling Author Sawyer Bennett

Last Call, #2
Adult Contemporary Romance

Released April 21, 2014

Brody Markham has endured a nightmare, spending the last five years in prison and losing everything that was dear to him. Now he’s back home, trying to survive in a world he doesn’t recognize anymore. While his family and friends desperately try to reach through to him, he shelters himself further and further away from their love.
Alyssa Myers has worked her entire life to distance herself from the luxurious and privileged lifestyle in which she was raised. Running her non-profit agency, The Haven, she is content to spend her days helping abused animals find sanctuary, which fulfills her in a way that money just can’t buy.

Maybe it’s that she recognizes in Brody some of the same characteristics she sees in her homeless wards, but Alyssa is powerless to stop her personal quest to make Brody whole again.

While Brody struggles to surface from the darkness, Alyssa tries to protect her heart in case he’s not willing to accept the light that she offers him.

*MAKE IT A DOUBLE can be read as a stand-alone*

I was provide a copy of the book by the Author for an honest review.

Holy Smoke I just finish reading this book, and I love it, I have to be honest I have not read the first book, but now I really want to read it, I am a fan of Author Sawyer Bennett, I love her style of writing, and this book just made me fall in love with it, I love it from the first page to the last, I love the characters and love how the book turn out to be, I'm gone keep this short since I don't want to give anything away.

Brody just got out of prison after 5 years, for vehicular homicide, from a promise future in medicine he had everything he wanted, but now he just move in to a small apartment studio, within minutes of being at his new place, his parole officer Jimbo Peaks shows up, to see how his doing and to ask him some question, after asking him if he pick up what to do for community service, Brody tells him to pick something out and to let him know, on the other end Alyssa is having a really bad day, Alyssa is best friends with Brody's sister-in-law, she runs the Haven no-kill animal shelter and struggles on her own to keep on top of the daily tasks, that's when she find out that the only one that is free to help her out is Brody, that's when their life changes.

I love the way that Brody and Alyssa act with each other, I love it when Brody finally open up to Alyssa, and when they cave in for their feelings, love it how you could feel the love that they have for each other, Author Sawyer Bennett THANK YOU for introducing me to this awesome characters and this amazing book love it.

About the Author

USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

Release Day Blitz Pistol by Max Henry

Title:  Pistol
Author: Max Henry
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2014


Stephanie Drake, or Steph as she’s known to her friends, is lost. Somewhere between the end of her childhood, and the day her loser of a boyfriend called it quits on their so-called relationship, she forgot who she was. She lives each day in a perpetual routine, stuck in the confines of her normal, safe life. If she doesn’t take a risk, she won’t get hurt—right?
Then she meets Pete—or Pistol to his friends.

He’s blunt, arrogant, and straight forward about what he wants. And as it turns out, he wants her.

Should she take a walk on the wild side, risk being burnt, and lay her heart on the line? Something in the way he makes her feel tells her ‘yes’, but her friends aren’t so sure this emotionally shut-off man has a place in her life. Why should she listen to them, though? After all, they don’t know a thing about him …

… do they?


The lights spilt a soft creamy glow over the walkway as he approached. Had she thought he would turn up? Or had she hoped he lied? Pete stopped outside the plain black door to her unit, and drew a breath to compose himself.

He needed to remain cool, distant, and unaffected—no matter what she did to unnerve him.
Not that it usually took much.

He lifted his hand, and knocked. Small scuffs were audible from the other side, but no shadows played across the low light to indicate close movement. The lock on the door clicked, and it opened, slowly, but past the limit of a chain. She drew it wide, and greeted him with a smile.

He stared, and inwardly screamed at himself for being this deep already. Show no emotion. Show. No. 

Steph stood in radiant beauty; the lamp-light cast an enticing glow over the out-fit she wore —if he could call it that. Her perfect curves were draped in another oversized t-shirt; the large neck dropped over one shoulder to reveal the tattoo he knew she had already, and more. She didn’t wear anything underneath it. Lord have mercy.

Pete swallowed hard, and willed all the blood from his groin back into his head.

“Well?” She crossed her slender ankles as she leant into the door. “Are you coming in?”
He raked his gaze over her body; the t-shirt had lifted on the opposite side she leant on, and exposed smooth, creamy skin on her upper thigh.

Fuck. I’m fucked.

He managed a shrug, and mentally patted himself on the back for not drooling. “I don’t think I need to.”
She stuck her head out the door, and checked both ways. “You want me to come out there?” Her eyebrow rose, as did a corner of her velvety lips.

A shiver ran down his spine. Damn, he wanted to bite those lips so fuckin’ hard.

“I won’t stay long.” He cringed inside at how callous his tone came across. But it worked.
She dropped her gaze, and drew her arms over herself. He’d crushed her. Like a squishy little bug under his boot.

You’re an arsehole, O’Malley.

“I only wanted to stop by and wish ya luck in yer new place.”
Her eyes lifted to his, and the unshed tears she tried so hard to hold back glistened in the glow of the distant street-light.

“You’ve been fun. This—” he gestured between them, “—has been interestin’.”
Her chin quivered, and she ducked her head to swipe at her face with a careless hand. “Yeah, okay. 

Whatever. I guess, um, I might see you round.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged again.

“Thanks for stopping by.” She looked at him a last time, and the tears broke free as she took a step back to shut the door.

He lifted his hand to stop her closing it, to say something, to ease the pain of his heart as it tore in two and became a cold, tar-covered abscess in his chest. But she was quicker.

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About The Author

Max Henry is a wife, and mother to two young boys. Originally born and bred in New Zealand, she now calls Australia home, and is proud to call herself a ‘Kiwi-Aussie’. Life can be hectic at times, and sometimes she may not be able to write as often as she would like, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
When she’s not writing, she can be found at the gym brain-storming while she lifts weights, or out having a ball 4wd-ing with the family.
  Pistol is Max’s first Contemporary Romance, however she already has two paranormal titles under her belt: Battle to Become, and Methods for Mayhem. Max’s books can be found at Amazon, Kobo, and iBooks.


Book Blitz Jahleel by S. Ann Cole


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Book Title: Jahleel 
Author: S. Ann Cole 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: April 8, 2014 



A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession... I’m an idiot. I’m too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live. I lack common sense. I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved. What’s worst? He didn’t even notice me. Yep. You guessed right: I’m delusional. I’m obsessed. I’m a stalker. A martyr. A masochist. I’ve allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it. But I won’t apologize for it. I won’t apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston. I’ve loved him at first sight. I’ve loved him for five empty years. I’ve loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms. I love him even now. My name is Saskia Day. I’m British. I’m famous. I’m stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story. Read at your own bloody risk.

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"S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She believes cats are evil, and also detests dogs with a bitter passion, mainly because she’d been bitten over a dozen times on separate occasions by the rambunctious creatures in her formative years (even by her own dogs, and she's got the marks to show!) Ann is not your typical girl: she hates chocolate, candle-lit dinners and all that hearts and flowers stuff makes her feel awkward, and coffee makes her drowsier than ever. A lover of all things ‘romance’, Ann has always been a writer of poetries and songs of any kind. All who’s acquainted with Ann can attest to witnessing her write her way through life: through destruction, devastation, hardship, sadness and disappointments, her coping mechanism has always been writing. Having an obsessive and unquenchable affair with the written word, she’s naturally a recluse who dwells inside her imagination and has to suffer continual bashings from her friends for being a neglectful pal who does nothing but sit around the computer all day, writing. When she’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh out loud, studying the Bible, or nursing any of the three alcoholic beverages: Black Label and Coke, Heineken, or a glass of Merlot.



 “I’ve missed you,” I confessed to my Clarks. A finger nestled under my chin and elevated it so I was looking at him. “What exactly have you missed, Sassy?” His expression was one of curiosity, test and confrontation, as though wondering what was there to miss about him when we were nothing to each other and spent little time together creating memories, or moments to miss.

 There was nothing to answer with, because I, in truth, didn’t know what I missed. Except that I missed him. All of him. Him being a walking contradiction. His playing, his teasing, his eyes on me…as they were at that moment. Those unique gold irises studied me. Sandy-brown waves of his silky hair suppressed by his cap, the visor created a light shadow over his face, lending him a brooding bad boy look. I itched to take off his cap and ruffle his hair until it bounced back into free, unsuppressed impeccability.

 When he realized I was speech-impeded, unable to answer him, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and asked, “You did Twelfth Night in school, Sassy?” “‘If music be the food of love, play on’,” I quoted. Nodding, he asked, “What’s your take on Orsino and Olivia?” Huh? “Um, I dunno…Orsino was obsessed and madly in love with Olivia.

 He…spent his time lying around daydreaming and fantasizing, listening to music and spewing poems about love, pining for Olivia. Often he would send Cesario to deliver his proclamations of his love for her…I…I don’t know…” “And Cesario always failed to get through to Olivia, right?” “Right.” “And what did Orsino do about this so-called love and obsession himself?” Was I in high school or something? “Nothing. Lay around and pine because he was obsessed with love, all things of and about love, and the concept of desire and need.”

 “As a highly respected nobleman with a title, ‘Duke’ Orsino, what could he have done?” “Gone to her himself and demanded her?” I guess I answered correctly, because he leaned back in his chair and studied me for a moment before asking, “So, tell me, do you think he was really in love/obsessed with her, or did he just like the idea of being in love/obsessed with her?” Tired of getting drilled, I rubbed my eyes and whined, “I don’t know, JK. I usually got C-D in all things Shakespeare.” Maybe there was a point somewhere in all of this, something he was trying to tell me, but I was too hungry and knackered to rack my brain further about Shakespeare’s mindfuck of plays. 

 Leaning forward once more, he whispered with a steady air of confidence, as someone not fascinated with an idea, but with the real deal, “Let me tell you what I miss, Saskia: I miss those wide, passive, all-consuming grey eyes looking at me. I miss that puckered point on those perfect full lips. I miss how your nostrils flare, the way they turn bright red around the rims when you crave having me inside you.

 I miss those long lashes, how beautifully dark they are, the way they fan your cheeks when you sleep. I miss your silky smooth skin sliding against mine. I miss your raspy voice. I miss watching you dream about me, whispering my name in your sleep. I miss cuddling with you, laughing with you, teasing you, pissing you off. And most of all, I miss watching your heart.” Holy crap. Sucking in a sharp breath, I got out, “Watching my heart?” “Yes,” he said definitively, leaning further over to me. He pressed two fingers to the base of my neck where my collarbone parted, leaving that soft little dip.

 “Right here,” he whispered. “I watch your heart right here. Your skin is so delicate, that whether your heart beats once or twice, skips a beat or pounds erratically, this little dip right here moves in sync. It’s fascinating. You’re a rare treat, Sassy.” Lost for words, I stared back at him. Who knew he was so attentive to detail? So…aware? Half the time he seemed not to give a crap about anything. Yet now he was telling me he missed watching my heart? How the hell do I respond to that? I fought to keep my breathing under control so my ‘heart’ wouldn’t rat on me. 

But it was pointless, because he would know I was trying to ‘hide’ my heart. Maybe I should start wearing scarfs. But then, my nostrils also ratted on me, so should I start wearing gas masks, too? Jahleel dipped his head and chuckled lightly at his own private joke, then glanced back up at me. “You hungry?” Oh, how bloody hungry I was. Raw. Rabid. “Yes.” As he stood up from the chair, his eyes read mine, knowing damn well I wasn’t talking about food.

 “Gather your bearings, fair lady,” he joked, still with his secret humour. “Meet you outside.” I watched his retreating form as he navigated through the room and spotted Derek’s assistant arch a brow at him. Right as he was about to pass by her, she scuttled to his side. She grabbed his bicep to stop him, speaking the words of a slut no doubt, fluttering her lashes at him.

 Feeling eyes on me, I glanced over to Derek and found him watching me with a smirk. Indeed, I’d pretended I didn’t know Jahleel, then snapped at Derek for harbouring him on the set, next I was hyper-bloody-ventilating with him in a corner. Sure, anyone with half a brain would’ve figured it out. With a roll of my eyes, I waved off Derek and looked back to Jahleel and the eager hoe. Once Jahleel started his famous lip biting thing, I shot up from the chair and gathered my motherfucking bearings.

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Friday, May 9, 2014

Melissa Collins Book Blitz

Melissa Collins is celebrating her One Year Indie Anniversary and to celebrate her debut novel Let Love In is now FREE until May 11th!!!!

What would happen if you lost everything? If the people who were supposed to love you unconditionally were no longer there for you, how would your world change?

That's exactly what happened to Madeleine Becker when her parents died when she was ten years old. Ripped from her home and everything that she has ever loved, she is forced to start all over again. The only way for her to move on is to build walls around her heart and keep everyone at a safe distance. Her logic: she can't get hurt if she doesn't fall in love.

That theory is blown to pieces when she meets Reid Connely during her freshman year at college. He is gorgeous and darkly mysterious. He understands Maddy's pain all too well, but sharing his pain would mean breaking down the walls he put up around his own heart. Conflicted between loving Maddy and hiding his dark past, Reid starts to reevaluate his world. Maddy's inner strength, snarky personality and breath taking beauty help Reid to make peace with his past.

Together they find out what happens when they Let Love In.




Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.