Saturday, August 27, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Vein of Love by R. Scarlett

Title: Vein Of Love

Author: R. Scarlett

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: August 16, 2016

S y n o p s i s

Three centuries ago, Molly Darling’s ancestors signed a contract in blood—daemon blood—to protect themselves from harm. On the eve she turns nineteen, Molly leaves for her birthday party against her parent’s wishes, sick of their warnings about her “betrothal to a demon.”

Except that she’s very much betrothed, and he’s very much a demon—one who’s only agreed to the nuptials to steal Molly’s ancient daemon powers. Brash, arrogant, and built like a Greek god, Tensley Knight keeps showing up to save Molly from otherworldly attacks, only to insult her a moment later. As Molly learns more about the demon world, she realizes two things: that her family’s safety depends on a successful marriage, while any chance of freedom she’ll ever have calls for Tensley’s demise. Yet sometimes Molly spots a tortured soul beyond those liquid grey eyes, and there’s no denying the way her skin tingles when Tensley touches it. In Vein of Love, safety requires sacrifice, foe becomes lover, and one must decide whether to kiss...or to kill.

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E x c e r p t

“What are you doing?” His dark, classic suit was smoothed, ironed to perfection, and if someone had told her he was a demon, she would have laughed. He looked far too good in a suit.

“Uh, I was just waiting for you,” she stammered.

He cocked a brow. “Waiting for me?”

She hummed an answer, too nervous to speak. “Are you, uh, heading out?” She eyed his three-piece suit.

His relaxed posture turned to steel. “A work matter.” Grey eyes scanned her damp hair and she drew in a deep breath at the incredible sensation he made her feel. Stop it. “I don’t have to go right away. The people there”—he visibly swallowed—“aren’t as entertaining as you.”

Her heart soared and quickly plummeted. Do not allow him to suck you in—ugh, don’t use the word ‘suck’. The edge of the scissors’ blade dug into her palm.

With a smile, Tensley stepped closer until he was towering over her petite figure. He eyed her with curiosity. “What are you hiding?”

Molly’s heart thudded, her grip loosening on the scissors from perspiration.

A corner of his lips quirked. “What are you hiding behind your back, Ms. Darling?” He reached a hand out to grasp her wrist.

She panicked and without thinking, sliced through his shirt.

P L A Y L I S T

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Damn Your Eyes by Alex Clare

Waiting Game by Banks

Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey

I Know I’m A Wolf by Young Heretics

Bloodsport by Raleigh Ritchie

Young God by Halsey

One Way Or Another by Until The Ribbon Breaks

Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande

Salt and Vinegar by Hooverphonic

Holy Water by Laurel

Heavy In Your Arms by Florence and the Machine

War of Hearts by Ruelle

About The Author

R. Scarlett lives in a small quaint town in Southern Ontario, Canada and has an unhealthy obsession with mythology and romance.

From studying English literature and minoring in History, she loves losing herself in a good book and snuggling up to her Brittany Spaniel. When she's not writing or plotting a delicious novel, she can be found hanging out with friends and family, going on long car rides, exploring small towns, or watching reruns of Sex and the City.

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Monday, August 15, 2016

RELEASE BLITZ: Refrain by Kennedy Ryan

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B L U R B

People dream of a love that runs deep. So deep it feels like it's always been with you, just waiting for the person who'll own your heart and soul forever. So few ever find it, but for Rhyson Gray and Kai Pearson, happily ever after was only the beginning...

One of the biggest rock stars in the world and one of the brightest rising stars make a life together. Sometimes it's glamour-filled days and blissed out nights, but it's mostly staying true in the too-bright glare of the spotlight. It's long stretches where the road is lonely and the work is hard. It's living in a love that's the safest place you know even while danger lurks at your door.

Book 3 of The Soul series is an emotionally-charged epic conclusion that had to be told and should not be missed for fans of this series and this couple!

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I just can't write about myself in third person for one more bio! I'm a wife, a mom, a writer, an advocate for families living with autism. That's me in a nutshell. Crack the nut, and you'll find a Southern girl gone Southern California who loves pizza and Diet Coke, and wishes she got to watch a lot more television. You can usually catch me up too late, on social media too much, or FINALLY putting a dent in my ever-growing TBR. I love to hear from readers at kennedyryanwrites@gmail.com.

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Friday, August 12, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Professed by Nicola Rendell

At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.

If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?

***

To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

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ONE:

I need to drink whiskey from that belly button. Screw every other idea I've ever had. Jack Daniels. Belly button. Naomi. That’s the only fucking philosophical logic I will ever need.

She’s still on the heels of her orgasm, and I want to leave her there just like she is, but I have to take her with me. I have to keep her close. I hook my head under her bound wrists and take her off the bed to bring her with me as we kiss—because I cannot stop kissing her, will not stop kissing her. With my hand behind me, I fling open the minibar and fumble around blind. Chips, nuts, pretzels, what is that, a roll of Mentos?

Jack Daniels, where the hell are you?

Grabbing what feels like the right little bottle, I turn to look down. Gin. I toss it towards the desk. Second try, and bingo. I've got it.

But I’m going to have to let go of her to open this damned bottle. Proof that the world is an unfair and unkind place. It’ll have to be done. I let go of her face, and it makes her moan, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she grips onto the back of my neck with my tie and hangs on even tighter through the kiss.

As I crack the lid, her eyes widen, inches from mine. I feel her cheeks rise as she smiles. With one last dip into her mouth, I force myself to break the kiss, ducking down to get my head out from under her bound arms.

We stand there staring at one another for an instant. Her pupils dilate, and that’s when I press her to the bed. “Hope you’re not ticklish.”

Even as she lands with a cushy thunk on the mattress, she’s giving me that all-trouble smile. She scoots back towards the pillows, her long black hair a gorgeous tangle behind her, the same color as my tie. There’s a tan line at her stomach, and it’s killing me.

“So ticklish. But I can take it.”

I lie down at a right angle to her body, with my cheek to her stomach. I can smell her wetness in the air and on my fingers.

“Ready?” I ask. I sink my cheek deeper into her skin. God, this skin. God damn, this superfine skin. I tip the bottle towards her stomach.

“Ready,” she says. I feel her whole body quiver. The ticklish before the tickle is the agony of agonies.

When the whiskey hits her, she grips my hair tight. For one second, I resist all temptation: I watch it all unfold. The whiskey shivers, her body shivers, and then the shivers come out as a jagged gasp.

I lick it off, and she squirms and sucks air through her teeth. I suck it from her and growl into her body. Her feet hook around my calves. I move to her nipples, dribble on a few drops and smear them around with my tongue. I move to that perfect little depression at the base of her neck. Straight-up Naomi. Fucking heaven. Her skin, that hair, her sounds, the way her body moves under my mouth? Lemonade, when it’s too hot for anything else? I can still feel my first orgasm deep in my cock, but I’m hard again. She’s not only wrecked all my philosophies. She’s turned me into a goddamned teenager.

I grab a condom, from my wallet this time, and tear it open. “We’re going to need more of these.”

But she shakes her head into the pillows. She holds my stare as she slides her hands all over her body, red polish on porcelain. “Put it here. Put it everywhere.”

Christ. It’s official. I've been pussywhipped in record time.

And I don’t even know her last name.

TWO:

Dean Osgood’s voice fills the room. He always talks too loud for the space, always. I notice it’s getting hot in here, and a little stuffy. Late August, and all the linen and sports jackets and menopausal hot flashes.
            Everybody’s eyes still off of me, I grab the second puff and jam it in my mouth.
            “Just wanted to say a few words to welcome our new Master,” Osgood says. Compulsory pause. Hand to God, he must practice this stuff in front of a mirror. “So I present to you all, with greatest delight and excitement, Professor Benjamin Beck.”
            I pay no attention. I turn away so nobody sees me chewing while I pretend to gather up napkins from the coffee table. That’s when I hear a voice, his voice, that voice, saying, “Please, Dean, call me Ben.”
            I freeze. Slowly, with little shuffles of my Danskos, I turn around and stop chewing.
            It’s him.
            It’s Ben. He’s in a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.
            It’s Ben. Ben is the Master.
            I fucked the Master.
            No, the Master fucked me.
            Hard.
            Perfectly.
            Oh shit. Oh shit!

            He hasn’t seen me yet. Oh, sweet Jesus, God above. What if I just ran out the French doors right now, just bolted across the quad and locked myself in my room? Lucy could bring me food. I could say I’m in quarantine. My professors could send me everything by email! I’d never have to face him. He’d never have to know.
            Except I can’t. I can’t take my eyes off him. And there’s nowhere to go. My mouth is full of artichoke cream, I’m in the crush of bodies, pinned next to the curve of the grand piano. I’m stuck, staring. At Ben.
            Just the sight of him makes my whole body tighten, and I can literally feel myself getting wet. Let me feel you, beautiful. Let me feel it.
            Osgood raises his glass and says, “Join me in our traditional Durham toast…”
            At that moment, Ben’s eyes fall right on me.
             His face says, Holy shit.
             I clutch my cocktail tray. Oh God. What have we done?
            All the fellows echo back, “Welcome, Master Beck!”
            Ohhhhh. No.

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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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BOOK REVIEW: Professed by Nicola Rendell

Title: Professed

Author: Nicola Rendell

Release Date: August 1, 2016

B L U R B

The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs.

They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.

If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?

M Y R E V I E W

4 of 5 stars

I have to be honest, this plot isn’t one of my favorites. But Nicola Rendell’s tempting prose kept me engrossed while reading this book. I found myself enjoying the forbidden dance between Master Ben and Naomi.

“…she’s making me wild. She’s making me want in a way that I’d forgotten I could or ever did.”

Naomi had one important goal as of the moment—graduate without losing her scholarship. She was doing pretty well on that level. Well, not until she lost her heart to her college’s new Master. The story surrounding Naomi was heart-warming. She’s a relatable character and her moments of normalcy was made fun by her witty and naturally bubbly personality.

“Ruthless and considerate. My kind of guy exactly.”

Benjamin Beck’s life is about to reach a turning point. As the incoming Master of a prestigious college, he had to behave the way a scholar behaves. If only a particular raven-haired goddess didn’t inspire his inner beast. There was a mysterious, carnal mix in Ben’s character that upped the fire in this book. That mixed with his sharp wit and tongue, makes Master Beck one dangerous creature.

“There is no logic in wanting. Only feelings that ache and ache.”

The forbidden attraction between these two was absolutely exhilarating. I loved the stolen moments and how every delay made every meeting hotter and steamier. The delicious progress of the deeper emotion they possessed for each other was also something that made the book inviting. Although I expected a more scandalous conflict, I can definitely say that this book is worth the try. Professed was a steamy and exciting book made more tempting by the author’s smart prose and fun characters.

Monday, August 1, 2016

RELEASE BLITZ: Professed by Nicola Rendell

A BO U T T H E B O O K

If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?

***

To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

B U Y T H E B O O K

Amazon US | UK | CA | AU

E X C E R P T

I need to drink whiskey from that belly button. Screw every other idea I've ever had. Jack Daniels. Belly button. Naomi. That’s the only fucking philosophical logic I will ever need.

Jack Daniels, where the hell are you?

Grabbing what feels like the right little bottle, I turn to look down. Gin. I toss it towards the desk. Second try, and bingo. I've got it.

We stand there staring at one another for an instant. Her pupils dilate, and that’s when I press her to the bed. “Hope you’re not ticklish.”

“So ticklish. But I can take it.”

I lie down at a right angle to her body, with my cheek to her stomach. I can smell her wetness in the air and on my fingers.

“Ready?” I ask. I sink my cheek deeper into her skin. God, this skin. God damn, this superfine skin. I tip the bottle towards her stomach.

“Ready,” she says. I feel her whole body quiver. The ticklish before the tickle is the agony of agonies.

I grab a condom, from my wallet this time, and tear it open. “We’re going to need more of these.”

But she shakes her head into the pillows. She holds my stare as she slides her hands all over her body, red polish on porcelain. “Put it here. Put it everywhere.”

Christ. It’s official. I've been pussywhipped in record time.

And I don’t even know her last name.

A B O U T T H E A U T H O R

Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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E X C E R P T

She slides onto me, a scalding clasp of flesh. That first thrust steals our breath at the same time, pounds our hearts together, twines our souls into one accord. Rising, falling, she milks me with tight, shallow pumps, her movements barely perceptible, but rippling through me. She captivates me with the tiniest undulation of her hips and takes me so deep I’m sure I’ll come out on the other side of her.

Her nails claw into my scalp, stirring a sharp pain into the bliss. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, gripping to hold on as I thrust into this tight, slick fantasy. I piston up and into her with enough force to break her, but she clutches me. Clings to me.

I don’t want to come. I want to fuck her infinitely. If I could seal us in this moment, preserve it in amber, I would. I’m not just inside her body. We inhabit each other’s souls. And this thing watering her eyes, clogging my throat, clamping my chest, it’s more than emotion, more than a feeling that could fail or flee. It’s the most precious thing I’ve ever had. If this is light, it’s blinding until she is all I see. If this is sound, it’s music. We are the verse, we are the chorus. And as we come together, her cries harmonizing with mine, this love resounds. It’s loud; so deafeningly loud that all I hear is her. And all she hears is me. We are our own refrain.

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