Saturday, January 31, 2015

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For Love or Legacy, Book 2 of the Legacy Collection 
by Ruth Cardello 
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Nicole Corisi will lose her inheritance if she doesn’t find a way around the terms of her father’s will, but she will have to partner up with her estranged brother’s rival to do it. As pretense becomes painfully real, Nicole will have to choose between Stephan and the family he is driven to destroy.

Stephan Andrade has been planning his revenge ever since Dominic Corisi unscrupulously took over his father’s company. With Corisi Enterprises gambling its reputation on the success of a new software network for China, Stephan finally has his chance to take back his legacy. Dominic’s younger sister, Nicole, asks Stephan for his help and provides him with an opportunity to exact his revenge on a personal level.

It all goes smoothly until he falls in love. 


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Book 1: Maid for the Billionaire 

Dominic Corisi knew instantly that Abigail Dartley was just the distraction he was looking for, especially since having her took a bit more persuading than he was used to. So when business forces him to fly to China, he decides to take her with him, but on his terms. No promises. No complications. Just sex. 

Abby has always been the responsible one. She doesn’t believe in taking risks; especially when it comes to men - until she meets Dominic. He’s both infuriating and intoxicating, a heady combination. Their trip to China revives a long forgotten side of Abby, but also reveals a threat to bring down Dominic’s company. With no time to explain her actions, Abby must either influence the outcome of his latest venture and save his company or accept her role as his mistress and leave his fate to chance. Does she love him enough to risk losing him for good? 





Meet Ruth

Ruth Cardello was born the youngest of 11 children in a small city in northern Rhode Island. She spent her young adult years moving as far away as she could from her large extended family. She lived in Boston, Paris, Orlando, New York—then came full circle and moved back to Rhode Island. She now happily lives one town over from the one she was born in. For her, family trumped the warmer weather and international scene. 
She was an educator for 20 years, the last 11 as a kindergarten teacher. When her school district began cutting jobs, Ruth turned a serious eye toward her second love– writing and has never been happier. When she’s not writing, you can find her chasing her children around her small farm, riding her horses, or connecting with her readers online.

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Blake

Saturday, February 14, 2009

THE WEEKEND WASN’T GOING to make anything better, but I had to give it a shot. I was shaking. Running the razor up my soapy leg. I’d been nervous all day. It had to be the last time, but I wanted to make it count. I knew how twisted that was. Finish on top, as they say. After tonight I’d go back to being the adoring fiancée. I’d be faithful. And if that was my last night with Casey, I’d need to make it count. I wanted to remember every second. After my legs were smooth and everything else was in order. I put my face under the hot stream of water coming from the showerhead. I thought about the shower we took in Seattle. About how his hands roamed my body and touched me everywhere a man could touch a woman. My hand ran down to my core, feeling my trimmed hair. God I want to feel you bare. I don’t want anything in between us. His words echoed through my mind and I reached for the soap and the razor. I’d gone down to naked skin before, but it was a very, very long time ago. I thought it was probably in college. I took my time, doing a thorough job. When I was finished my skin felt new and sensitive. Like the hair had been hiding me from wondrous sensations. I ran my fingers over myself and anticipated Casey’s doing the same. After I had dried myself and applied his favorite-smelling lotion, I blow dried my hair, then stained my cheeks and lips and darkened my eyes and lashes. I pulled a black garter up each leg. I wasn’t going to be wearing much, but I wanted to enjoy him taking his time removing them. I pulled the black, thigh-high stocking up my calves and fastened them to the garters with the clips that hung from ice-blue bows. I slipped my legs through the black silk underwear and prepared myself for the icing on the cake. The set that I’d ordered, and was currently dressing in, came with a corset. It was black with ice-blue ribbons matching the bows on the garters and panties. It laced up the front. I’d looked at the ones that laced from behind, but they looked like a nightmare. I’d already have a struggle getting into one I could watch myself lace. When the last hook and eye was latched, I straightened it and pulled. Instantly my chest looked bigger, fuller and heaved from the already very low-cut fabric that held my breasts. I ran my hands up the sides, feeling the rigid and straight boning, and yet I felt so comfortable and held together. I pulled on the blue silk robe that completed the ensemble and went out into the main room to find the shoes and start a fire. I plugged my phone into the suite’s speakers and got out the champagne, putting it on ice in a bucket on the coffee table in the main room. I brought a plate of cheese and fruit to the table and then I went back to the kitchenette for the last piece. The courage. The kind from a bottle. I had ordered a small decanter and placed it on the table as well. I was going to need a few shots if I ever had a prayer of pulling this off. Seduction wasn’t my forte. But he deserved it. I usually felt so awkward and clumsy during sex. Well. Not with Casey. With him I felt worshiped and desired. He acted like he craved me in the way he moaned from kissing my neck sometimes. It made me feel special. Made me feel sexy and wanton. I arranged the extra pillows and blankets, that I’d ordered up, and they looked so inviting there on the floor in the center of the room. I’d given it some thought on my plane ride here this morning. I wanted the night to be unforgettable. It was already unforgivable. I downed two shots. Back to back. The cognac tasted sweet and bold. The taste lingered on my tongue. I left the robe on. I wanted him to open me like an expensive gift. I wanted to watch his eyes up close when he saw what I was hiding underneath. I’d told him to be there at eight and it was five to when he knocked. I’d left him a key—as was customary for us at hotels then—knowing he would use it if I didn’t answer. I rose to my feet, with an extra four inches added from the Brian Atwood heels which Reggie bought me for Christmas. How was I to know they’d come in so handy when I’d sent him a joking picture in a text message version of a fairy-tale princess’s Christmas list? As I stood there preparing myself, my heartbeat didn’t exactly feel fast; it just felt strong. A powerful pulsing that reverberated throughout my whole body. The door handle clicked. I’d turned the lights out, only a few recessed lights over the bar area and the fireplace remained lighting the room. It was tastefully amber and dim. The backlighting behind his body from the bright hallway, when he opened the door, gave me a chill. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and looked so masculine in profile. It fit to his tight body in magical ways. His hair was tamed back with that miracle product he used to make it look controlled, and in the light, I could see the front was beginning its rebellion, loosening and falling forward more than it should. He looked like a king. King Casey. He closed the door gently and pocketed his hand into his slacks making the fabric taught over his already visible bulge. I licked my lips. I wanted another shot, but I didn’t dare move. His blue eyes glittered from the lick of the flames behind me. The song changed. I recognized it within the first few chords. The single guitar. The arpeggio. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. I swallowed. Eyeing him standing there, looking at me, the beautiful confusion of it all made my mouth water. His eyes wandered over me like a search light, both warning and guiding my body home. He walked toward me and I started forward to meet him halfway, but he held a hand up and stopped where he was when we were still feet apart. “You look like my wildest dream.” His perfect hand still hung in the air. “Let me look you at you little more. This memory has to last me long time, honeybee.” He pandered his time. I watched him examine every detail of me. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, but the opposite happened. I was proud, and having him take the time to look at every one of the things I’d done to get his attention felt so gratifying. I had prayed that at least one would capture his interest. The corners of his lips quirked when his eyes shifted focus down toward my garter clips. He faked coolness by biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t fool me. Finally, he said, “Come here.” My right leg, my left leg and I, we all went to him together. My entire body working on its own. It was so easy. “Wait, one more thing,” he interjected. Then did the international sign for spin-it-a-around, his smile bleeding through every feature on his face. His eyes looked like neon in the darkness. I did a slow twirl, looking over my shoulder on my way back around. I batted my eyes to get a reaction. “You look like the definition of temptation.” His eyes squinted and he pantomimed a come-here head nod. God, his claws were sunk so deep into me. If I looked like temptation, he looked precisely capable of charming-the-pants-off the Queen of England. With my shoes, the height brought my eyes to his lips, my favorite latitude on planet Earth. He ran a hand over my hair and pushed it behind my shoulder. “I can almost taste you, you smell that good,” he said, hushed. “You did all of this for me?” “I did.” I was fixated on his mouth. I wanted to put my lips on him. I wanted to touch and undress him, but this was his show and I was only too happy letting him run it. The energy coming off him was palpable. “Do you know how hard I am? I don’t know if you considered my lack of restraint when it comes to you this close to me.” His hands grazed way down my arms. “What is all of this?” “I wanted to do something for you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you happy. I want to be your Valentine.” I took a deep breath, the anticipation of his body hot against mine at the forefront of my thoughts. “Open me.” Ten fingers rushed my face and his lips crushed mine. Then he lifted me into the air. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. Mine went straight into his hair, my fin-gers spreading to get a grip on my unavoidable man. “You taste like the night we met,” I heard him say. He walked us farther into the room, me in his arms, our mouths tasting one another, his tongue circling mine to a beat unheard before. I let my head fall to his neck and I opened my mouth to wet him with kisses, inhaling his scent—earthy and masculine and something sweet and only him. The music changed again, but at that time, I couldn’t tell you what the song was. When my feet touched the floor again, his hands were urgent. He undid the bow where my robe tied in the front and he pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric easily slid off me. The look in his eyes was feral. “Look at you. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He teased as his hands found my breasts and cupped me. Like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch, he roamed me. Over the tight trussed-up corset, around to my ass, and back in quick succession. “I’ve missed you. I know I’m not good to you and I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from. With a finger over my mouth he said, “Shhh. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.” He was right. He did handle it, but what I didn’t know was how. I could barely manage. He continued, “You’re my Valentine. Tonight you’re mine. Understand me? Even your thoughts.” He caressed my cheek. “Don’t think about anything but me. That’s what I want. I’m going to take every-thing you’re wearing off. I’m going to touch every inch of you with my mouth. And I’m not going to pretend this is just a fling tonight, like I’ve done every time. For one night, I want you to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumbs ran over my lips, “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to me. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?” His words came honest. I knew he didn’t always say what he felt, because of me. Because I fought my feelings hard and so, battled his as well. I’d said the most honest sentence I had, “Then I’m yours.” And with all my damned heart, I wished the words were true. He had never offered me more, and I didn’t think he ever would. He took his time unwrapping me. I luxuriated in the feeling of his hands on me and my body followed his gentle direction. When the cor-set was gone and I stood there in my panties, my hands began wandering him. I couldn't help want to touch his body the way he had been mine. My nimble fingers undid the button on his coat and he shrugged out of it. My hands untucked his pressed dress shirt and began the climb of buttons separating him from me. I pulled it open and found him, like always, well defined and muscular. His stomach cut with lean muscles that flexed under my hands. His chest strong and firm. The long ridge of his collarbone, my favorite meal. I didn’t bother with removing his shirt. Having even the slightest access to him was enough for me. In my panties, stockings, and shoes I bent down to my knees with one thing in mind. I wanted to taste, to touch, and to have all of him. To please only him. I kissed along the top edge of his dress pants, undoing his belt, and pulling it through its loops. Then, I tossed it away. The zipper went the way zippers do in these situations, and to my wonderful surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smiled at my discovery. It looked like he had finally made a decision about his undergarments. My mouth continued to water. His skin, too, was bare. But unknown to him, so was I. My fingers circled underneath his length and pulled him out. I ran both of my hands under his pants to his ass and pulled them down farther to expose his scrotum, taught and collected tightly against him. Everything about him was beautiful. I took him into my mouth and felt him flex inside me, growing even fuller. The taste of him was so intoxicating. His skin was like catnip and the more I had of it the more I needed. I looked up at him to see him watching me in wonder, his jaw ticking and every glorious muscle from my face to his was in full view. I moaned around his cock, the sight of him like this stealing the remnant of every wayward thought from my head. It was only him and me. This night was for us. I moved to a slow beat, enjoying every twitch, every breath he took while I pleasured him. He stood anchored in his spot. He brushed my hair back away from me, threaded his fingers through it, and pushed himself deep inside me before he pulled out of me and urgently pulled me up his decadent body. He kissed me, still holding my head in his hands with my hair. It was rough and his chest rose and fell in time with mine. “Go lay down over there, Blake. I want to play with my Valentines’ gift.” A shiver ran through me. He released my hair and I backed up without looking at where I was going. My body on autopilot, I did what I was told. I felt brazen and daring. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I leaned back on my elbows and drew my legs up then parted them like I’d dreamt of doing so many nights on the phone. He came to crouch next to me and took stock of the table’s offerings. “May I have a drink, honeybee? Good choice with the cognac. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sentimental.” His voice was rich with sensuality, but his eyes were alight with happiness. He was going to play with me. I was his toy tonight. His toy. He fixed himself a drink. Two pieces of ice clanked in the glass, then two fingers of the sweet liquor followed. He brought the short glass to his lips and hummed his pleasure at the taste. I was on fire and the anticipation of him touching me was thrumming through my veins. His shirt was open and his pants, although still undone in the front were pulled back up. The runaway lock of hair, which had broken formation from the rest, was gathering company from us running our hands through it. While I’d been studying him, I hadn't paid attention to my wandering hand that was now rubbing my breast. My mouth was open and I was nearly panting. After he drank down half of the glass, he touched my leg at the knee and leisurely ran his fingers up the skin to my thigh. His barely there touch wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I spread my legs farther for him and unabashedly ran my hand to my sex. I rubbed myself over my panties trying to satisfy a need that was blazing deep inside me. His eyes watched me touch myself and I saw that his desire matched mine. The usually cool and easy-going Casey, was again gone, and in his place was the take-control lover I dreamed about nearly every night. On his knees he climbed closer to me, between my legs, and his hand met mine. “I want you, Casey.” He replied, with a firm demanding voice, “Say it again.” “I want you.” Maybe it was the ambiance and romantic mood of the room. Maybe I felt so free because it was, decidedly, my last time with him. That singular thought made me panic and I had to remind myself why. I had to recite in my head, Because you’re marrying another man. Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree. And it was those exact things that made me believe I had to leave him and made my heart retch to let him go. Because he would never offer me anything different and I could no longer live with the desperate yearning I had for him, that was entwined with my deeper desires for home, future, and stability. Then he caught me and halted the runaway train that was my thoughts. “I told you, honeybee. No thinking like that.” Had I said all that out loud? Or was it possible my thoughts were loud enough to hear. Still, even though my mind was playing chess with itself, my body and heart never strayed. They belonged to him. “Then kiss me. Distract me.” He reached for the table and his glass, emptying it in his mouth and I watched as he downed every last drop, including the ice. Returning the empty glass to the table, his eyes found mine and I saw a hint of mischief. He dipped his head to my neck. The sensation was hot, but I could feel the coolness of the ice at the same time. He kissed my chest and when he took my nipple into his mouth the ice across my warm flesh sent a rush of need straight through me. I bucked my hips trying to find the pressure and friction I craved, but he backed away and down my body, taking his ice with him. When he got to the elastic at the top of my panties he stopped and looked up at me. “You’re so beautiful, Blake. Your body was made for me.” He kissed above the little blue bow on my panties. He said, low and sultry, “Your smell haunts me.” He dipped his head lower and breathed me in, his eyes flickering as he inhaled. “I crave the taste of you, like a man starved.” Sitting up a little, he grasped both sides of the thin string that circled my hips on both sides of the expensive lingerie bottoms. Then they were gone. He caressed me with his stare. His eyes took in my bared flesh and he prayed, “Mercy.”

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

RELEASE DAYLAUNCH~~~ SEDUCTION'S KISS BY ALYSSA ROSE IVY

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Holy crow! We are so excited to bring you all the Release Day launch for Alyssa Rose Ivy's SEDUCTION'S KISS! SEDUCTION’S KISS is a prequel novella to LURE, a novel in her The Allure Chronicles Series. This novella is seriously fantastic! Go grab your copy today!!

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  About SEDUCTION’S KISS: *Prequel novella to Lure (The Allure Chronicles #1)* Never agree to a road trip to New Orleans with your roommate. At least not when your roommate is dragging you along while she reconnects with an ex-boyfriend. Possible consequences of failing to take my advice: 1) Unknowingly going out with a vampire stripper 2) Getting kidnapped by said vampire's nest mates 3) Falling head over heels for your winged hero Believe it or not number 3 is the worst one, especially when no one believes you that he exists.   Alyssa Rose Ivy- Author PhotoAbout Alyssa Rose Ivy: Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.        

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

BLOG TOUR STOP~~ THE CROSSING SERIES BY RENEE LEE FISHER


The Crossing Series
by Renee Lee Fisher






The Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you on a romantic journey from many years past to the present. Some souls will return as they have come back in time to keep their love alive.
There are many exciting ventures for Taryn both in her own mind and soul. She will learn many elements of love and have guidance along the way. What she never thought she would find in an adventure was true love. Silas is the one who touched her from a past time period.
He is truly unforgettable.



 



The Passage -
The Passage   where souls are truly connected forever, can be seen deep in the eyes of a person even if their body in this time has changed . . .

Taryn has good fortune that keeps coming in masses. Everything is falling into place, but there is one piece that does not quite fit. Her present love seems to be perfect in so many ways . . . although she is constantly reminded of another love from long ago. She often wishes The Passage would allow her to be with him, perhaps just to feel his touch once more, but TIME has not allowed her that.
The Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you on a romantic journey through time. Taryn will encounter family, friends, and loved ones in her adventures to the Past. Some of those souls will find their way back to her in the Present.

Being extremely business savvy, Taryn will set many of her dreams into motion. Who will be the one next to her in all of her accomplishments?
Will it be someone from the present, or someone who has returned from the past?






The Muse

Taryn the creator of The Muse will have you follow her journey of everlasting love . . .

Creating The Muse was derived in her imagination to keep her identity hidden. The delicately winged symbol has touched so many lives. From a fluttering thought to the formation of a business plan, her life is continuing on the path of assisting others.

The Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you on a romantic journey that spans time. An endearing exploration through so many lifetimes.

Now is the TIME that Taryn can begin to find her true happiness. The Soul of Silas has returned to her as Lucas, which has brought back the love she never could forget.

Will he stay with her forever?



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THE CONSEQUENCES OF SIN BLOG TOUR/REVIEW~K.A. ROBINSON

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Synopsis

When the sun disappeared, the world was cast in shadows, hiding the evil that lay in wait. When it was dark, I hunted. The shadows caressed my body as I did things I could never do in the light of day. Eighteen-year-old Bree Bowen has spent her entire life training and working as one of her father’s assassins. Fear has kept her and her best friend, Wes, under her father’s thumb—until now. When Wes takes matters into his own hands, securing Bree a new identity and a plane ticket to America, he gives her the one chance she’s been desperately seeking. Learning to live a new life isn’t easy. Add in her new roommate, Reid, who just happens to be a stripper, and things start to get a little crazy. Falling for a man has never been part of her plan, but she can’t seem to stay away from Reid. When Bree’s past comes crashing back into her life, secrets that she’s fought to keep hidden are revealed, and she’s forced to choose between Reid and the life she could have with him, or Wes, the one man who has always loved her unconditionally. Regardless of her choice, she must learn the consequences of sin. This book will be a standalone.


***Vida's Review***

This was a wickedly disturbing and emotional read that captivated me from beginning to end. Bree was raised by a domineering father to be one thing and one thing only and that was to become part of the shadows that we all fear is lurking behind every corner. Bree's emotions played right off the pages and kept me transfixed on every turmoil, every tear, every smile. My heart absolutely broke for her. Wes her best friend is a man who has always had her back and wanted nothing more than to be the man she needed. With the help of Wes, Bree is able to escape and become the person she always dreamed of being. While discovering herself she meets the delicious and delectable Reid who is a stripper and also her new roommate. Alas, twists and turns arise, secrets are revealed, and romance blossoms in such unexpected ways. The characters created are wonderfully damaged and so complex. It's not too far into the book, when you start to experience the same exact emotions they are. You start to hate, you start to sympathize, and you begin to fall in love in every way. But what do you do when the consequences of your past sins finds you and turn your world upside down, you fight until your last breath. This is not a story for the faint of heart. It’s about past sins and you will not know what to do with yourself or what man is right for Bree, Wes or Reid. Do you stick with the man who has protected you your whole life or do you take a journey with a man who loves you as the person you are becoming. THE CONSEQUENCES OF SIN will take the breath right out of you, and will leave you raw and wondering about the choices you have made in the past. I can't say enough about this book the writing was powerful, the storyline was amazing and unforgettable and as K.A. was a new to me author I will definitely be checking out more of her books.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

REVIEW BLOG TOUR!!!! THROWN TO THE WOLVES BY ROCHELLE PAIGE

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Thrown to the Wolves 3 (Black River Pack Series) by Rochelle Paige Blog Tour

Synopsis:

Annora Channing's entire world changes the moment she discovers she's a bear shifter. With mated wolves for parents, she should have been a wolf also. When the man she grew up thinking was her father realizes she isn't his daughter, he devises a plan to use her existence to his advantage in a way that will get her out from under his roof.

When her situation goes from bad to worse, Annora escapes but is badly injured in the process. Luckily, Elias Reve comes to her rescue while on his way to Wolf's Point and the daughter he lost years ago. With nowhere else to go and nobody to turn to, Annora joins him on his journey and ends up running smack-dab into the arms of her mate.

Parker Tate knows Annora is his the moment he lays eyes on her. When he manages to mate and mark her within hours of when they meet, he considers himself lucky. Then the trouble nipping at Annora's heels finds her and Parker realizes the path to claiming his mate won't be as easy as he thought - especially not with the bears involved.

This is book three in the Black River Pack series. Each novella features a different couple.


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Excerpt 1:

My heart raced at the thought of finally finding her—the woman who was destined to be my mate. My brothers liked to tease me about being a bit of a white knight because I had a habit of helping women who were in distress, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. Ever since our grandmother had told me that my mate would have been discarded by her family, I’d struggled with the knowledge that she could be out there somewhere, desperately in need of help, without my being able to give it to her. So I’d compensated by aiding other women in the hope that someone else would be there for my mate when I couldn’t be. If Eliza’s dream was right, then I might not have to wait much longer.
“When?” I rasped out. “Were there any signs pointing to when she would be here?”
“I can’t be sure,” Eliza said with a look of apology on her face. “But I feel like it might be this winter.”
“Thank fuck,” I whispered, a huge wave of relief rolling through me.


It feels bittersweet as the Tate brothers come to an end. I loved how the story played out. I felt Annora was quite kick ass also. Each character has really caught my heart in this series.

It feebly like everything I wanted to happen in this installment happened. I love how it was pretty fast paced and then boom the other side of the grass is coming to the light. I think how we already established Parker it totally fit together. I must say, as I just realized, that most books I read where each book leads to another character, the character usually is completely different from the character I formulated from prior books and yet this series was constant and I love that. 

Btw... We now have a few single guys that need mated... **Hint hint**



Excerpt 2:

The door had just started to close behind them, so I almost missed her dad’s next words. Thank fuck I didn’t though.
“Besides which, I left Annora at the table when I saw you pull up,” he explained. “Poor girl probably thinks I’ve abandoned her, and she’s still too sore to move quickly enough to catch up to me.”
“Annora,” I whispered in wonder.
My brain was catching up to my wolf as I grabbed the door and swung it open to catch up to them only to stop dead in my tracks. The scent that drifted to me was sweeter than anything I’d ever smelled before. Like cotton candy on a hot summer’s day.
Breathing deeply, I zeroed in on the curvy brunette sitting in the corner booth. She really was here. My mate.
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Crying Wolf (Black River Pack, #1)


Oh my gosh!!!!! I squealed like a little girl at the end of this book.

When I first got this book I wasn't sure. I love paranormal, but after a while some seem to be too alike. This book reminds me of the first wolf paranormal I ever got into, The Mating by Nicky Charles. Both of these series have me hooked like none other. 

After reading so many books it is also hard to want to continue reading the other books in a series, but Rochelle does an awesome job making me anticipate what is to come. I am so excited for Eliza's story.

Normally I would give you some background on characters but honestly the author already did in the synopsis, so I will stick to the fact that you need to read this book. The book is well written, the emotion reaches out to you, and the characters you can't help but fall in love with.

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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23532819-crying-wolf

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Shoot For The Moon (Black River Pack, #2)

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!

I love when I get books whee I can't stand a minute without writing the review. To say its author knows how to pull off aaaa cliffy is an understatement. I seriously jumped out of bed going just as I started this "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!" I almost woke up my 1 year old that is asleep next to me.

Anyways, I seriously was entranced by this book. Seriously both characters were idiots and i am proud to say I had a feeling about a dream Eliza was having about half way through and was right, Go Me! I love the guessing game involved with books like these. Seriously, this is a must read. I am so glad I get to go right into Parker's book because I know it will be awesome. These books are packed with a punch and they just keep you going. I will probably stay up all night finishing the next one because I am too excited for more!!!!


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Author Bio:
I absolutely adore reading - always have and always will. My friends growing up used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing.

I am the mother of two wonderful sons who have inspired me to chase my dream of being an author. I want them to learn from me that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it.

When I told my mom that my new year's resolution was to self-publish a book in 2013, she pretty much told me "About time!"

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http://www.facebook.com/rochellepaigeauthor
http://www.rochellepaige.com