Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Blog Tour: Last Hope (Hitman #4) by Jen Frederick & Jessica Clare @JensFred @_JessicaClare

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Mendoza: I grew up in the slums and lost everything I loved to poverty, illness, and death. I had only one skill to leverage myself out of my circumstances—violence. Being hired out as a mercenary hitman brought me money and built an empire. But all that I've fought for is in jeopardy. My next job: Steal secret information that could bring down world governments. Find my target. Destroy it. But then, I meet her.

Ava: Karma hates me. When my best friend Rose is kidnapped, I have no choice but to take a job as a mule for a pair of criminals intent on selling top-secret information to the highest bidder. I should have known that bad luck tends to cling, because the plane I'm on goes down. That I survived a crash-landing was a miracle. And so was being rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot, sexy, dangerous. The thing is, he wants the information that I need to free Rose. I can't let him have it, but I need his help. And I need to fight this crazy attraction for this mercenary with hungry eyes. Rose is depending on me, and I won't let her down, no matter how appealing Rafe is.


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The ricochet of the bullet has swollen my eye shut. I might be slightly concussed from the free fall from six thousand feet into the jungle. I’ve no clue where we are and we have no supplies, but I’ve never been happier than when Ava stuck her tits into my face. Those babies felt like the softest pillows ever created and I would’ve been happy to suffocate in damp valley of cleavage. Maybe I’d even get the chance to lick her sweat away.
I might have groaned and pretended my injury was worse to lengthen the moment. Her delicate hands smoothed over my forehead and, it may have been my imagination, but it seemed liked she might’ve lingered over my hair. Dig in, I want to grunt.
“What the heck is that sound?” Ava clutches me to her.
If I don’t answer, does that mean I can stay in this position forever? Because I want to. Actually, no, I’d like to move over and suck one fat tit into my mouth until it’s hard as a diamond. Then I’d like to slide down until my mouth is level with her pussy and see how salty sweet she tastes between her legs. The beast between my legs roars to life and it’s a good thing that the monkeys above us scream again, causing her to jump and strike my good eye with her elbow. The pain serves as a reminder of where we are, who I am, and what the fuck I should be paying attention to.
“It’s the howler monkey. They sound like humans screaming or sometimes like the jaguar. They’re kind of dumb and if we found Afonso’s gun, we’d be able to kill one and have meat every night for a week.”
She shudders. “I don’t want to eat monkey.”
The jungle is hot and wet during the day and cold at night. If the mosquitos don’t eat you alive, the jaguars and anacondas might. Not very many people can crash-land into the middle of the Amazon and make it out alive, but I’m upping our odds from around 20 percent to 50 percent based on Ava’s positive attitude. Unless my eye heals up, I’m not giving us more than that. If we could find the Boy Scout bag, though, we could bring our odds up significantly.
“There’s plenty of food in the Amazon from plantains to fish, so if you don’t like monkey, we won’t eat it.”
She shudders again. “Thank you.”
“You a vegetarian?”
No, that couldn’t be right. Didn’t she eat some prosciutto at the café? But I want to hear it from her. I want to know everything about her.
“No, but for some reason eating something that screams like a human freaks me out.”
“Monkey is off the menu,” I say, making no attempt to move away from her rack. “I have a knife in my belt.”
“Do you have anything else besides the knife?” she asks. Her tone is accusatory like I’m holding out on her.
“No,” I say slowly. “Just the knife.”
She narrows her eyes and then reaches out with her good hand and pokes my waistline. “What about that?”
“My pants? I don’t think that they’d fit you or they’d be a good weapon. Besides, I’d rather my legs didn’t get eaten by mosquitos.”
“Look, if you just plan on leaving me behind, then do it now. Don’t string me along.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Just my luck to perv on a crazy woman.
“That!” she spits out, and this time her finger jabs lower, right into the meat of my dick. I flinch back. “I can tell you’re packing something. What’s that thing in your pocket?”
“None of your fucking business,” I growl out, my happy feeling sucked away. I can feel the heat rising in my face that has nothing to do with the humidity. I will my erection to subside but as she stares at it, it does nothing but grow.
“Oh my god. Is that a . . . that’s not a gun, is it?” Her lips part in shock.
“No.” The erection isn’t going to go down anytime soon. Not with her eyes wide with wonder. She raises her gaze to me and then drops back down again, and hell if she doesn’t lick her fucking lips. I turn away, unzip, and then pull the shaft straight up behind the waistband of my cargo pants. I fasten the zipper, carefully, and then pull my T-shirt down over the top. It hides most of the problem. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.
I surge to my feet, catching her off guard. She stumbles back and thankfully stops staring at my junk. “Enough,” I growl more roughly than I intend. “We have important things to concentrate on, like where are we going to sleep for the night.”
She looks stricken and nods in agreement. “Sorry, I just was taken by surprise. You don’t have to tell me what’s in your pocket if you don’t want to. But I need to remind you that we’re in this together.”
I feel like an ass. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry that she thinks my dick is fake. That’s a new one.  



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I have to say that this book was by far the most different storyline that these two authors have dreamed up so far. Yes it's got the sexy dangerous hero and the feisty funny heroine. But it's got so much more. Rafe blew my mind. From his sexy innocence to his heartbreaking past I fell hard and completely for this beautiful man. Ava was just what he needed. Not too experienced to be jaded but confident enough to wrap him in the love he deserved. I laughed out loud at some of the dialogue and could have sworn a time or two I heard cheesy porn music start playing. 
Especially every time "Godzilla" was mentioned..oh yea baby. 


But underneath the humor and the sexy dirty talk there was a sense of healing and acceptance that these two authors have a knack for writing. 


Their heroes are wrapped in the most beautiful outer package but what's underneath is in need of the healing hand of just the right woman. This story had me smiling, swooning and just feeling good from the first page till the end.
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In the explosive new Hitman novel from the bestselling authors of
Last Kiss and Last Hit a jungle mercenary
and a female target find love on the run...

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Hitman Series Reading Order

Last Hit (bk 1)


Last Breath (bk 2)
Last Hit: Reloaded (bk 2.5)


Last Kiss (bk 3)



Meet Jen & Jessica





Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at
jensfrederick@gmail.com.
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6995972.Jen_Frederick
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Jessica Clare




Author Jessica Claire
This is a pen name for Jill Myles.
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.

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Monday, September 28, 2015

Cover Reveal: Redemption by Alla Kar (Huntsville #1) @AuthorAllaKar

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26177982-redemption
His second chance may cost him his sweetest addiction …
The truth about NEVEAH’S cheating fiancée hit hard—but not as hard as her right hook to his jaw. After ridding herself of him she travels back home to Huntsville, Texas to her father and his boxing gym where she grew up. When she finds a beaten man in the woods beside her home, her entire life changes and things get—complicated.
Ex-con RAGE only wants two things—for the man that set him up to release his sister, and for him to burn in Hell where he belongs. After being released from prison, he heads straight to the man that put him there, only to be beaten and tossed in the woods for dead. When he’s found by the most beautiful girl he’s ever met, he knows he’ll have a chance to rescue his sister even though she doesn’t realize she needs saving.
Neveah and her father, nurse Rage back to heath, offer him a job at their gym and quickly find out that he’s amazing in the ring. Without them knowing who he is, he knows he’s been given a second chance to live his life. The only condition is that he has to stay away from Neveah, which is a promise he soon realizes is hard to keep. The feisty southern beauty normally gets what she wants, and Rage wants to give her everything.
With the truth lurking in the shadows, Rage must decide if his sweetest addiction is worth giving up his second chance.





My name is Alla Kar. I live in the deep south with my fiancé and Chihuahua. I love to write about alpha males, southern gentlemen and swoon-worthy men! :)

Friday, September 25, 2015

Blog Tour ~ Blow (The Tainted Love Duet #1) by Kim Karr @authorkimkarr


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An Undeniable Love
A Tainted Attraction
An Unforgettable Story


Blow is
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2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.

They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.

He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.

She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.

They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.

When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it?

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 4.5 ~ 5 Mind blowing stars

Suspense, half-truths, lies and deceits – a tangled web of mysteries laced throughout a lust filled romance.  Kim Karr captivated me within another riveting, hot and steamy love story whose plot twisted and turned, revealing it’s secrets layer by layer. Cleverly sprinkling hints and leaving a trail of breadcrumbs waiting to be pieced together, Karr created a world where mobsters, lawyers, and drug dealers collide. Tensions run high as Logan and Elle are coincidentally brought together, instantly attracted to one another, and danger surrounds them at every turn. Blow rattled my mind as I found myself trying to unravel a knotted string of clues.

Logan McPherson fascinated me since meeting him in Toxic.


He’s a hot, sexy lawyer who stuck between a rock and a hard place courtesy of his family. Working for his highly influential, obscenely rich grandfather in New York and rooted in the underground world of the Irish Mob in Boston (grandson of a former mob kingpin) - he’s a total contradiction and I felt bad for the tough situation he’s trapped in. (I totally love the ‘mob’ element giving Logan that bad-boy-under-a-clean-cut-guy vibe). Ties to both worlds pull Logan in opposite directions, saddling him with obligations that affect his life. He has secrets and troubles of his own to contend with. Add to that, fighting off an inexplicable attraction to a woman he just met, who is knee deep in trouble. His desires and the overwhelming need to protect Elle, become too powerful for him to ignore. The chemistry ignited between these two is smokin’ hot.

Things are not what they seem when it comes to Logan. I found myself constantly trying to get inside his head to guess his motives and reasoning. Just when I thought I figured him out…bam, Karr throws in a curve ball.


Elle Sterling is lost as she’s thrown in the middle of a bad situation, with little to no information as to what the hell is going on. Her estranged sister, who’s involved with drugs and the mob is missing, leaving Elle to care for her niece Clementine; Her brother-in-law (who I think is a shady S.O.B.) is purposefully keeping her clueless; Thoughts of her sister Elizabeth dredge up horrors from the past and memories of her bastard father; Trying to piece together this riddle places Elle in a dangerous position. Her life in a total freaking chaos. Yeesh, this girl can’t catch a break. There’s still so much more to discover regarding her past and how it’s all linked to what’s going on…ugh, my brain is muddled trying to piece this all together.


Logan and Elle have a complicated relationship where so many external pressures are trying to tear them apart. Elle’s scars from her childhood, along with persistent threat from Logan’s enemies, are just some of the obstacles that stand in their way.  Despite their difficulties, they find comfort within each other’s arms. They’re magnetically drawn to one another and their sexually chemistry is sizzling.

I love getting wrapped up in all the intrigue and passion whenever reading a Kim Karr story. In Blow, Karr gives her readers both POV’s with flashbacks from Logan and Elle’s past (warning, some scenes from their childhood are pretty intense and heartbreaking). THERE IS ONE HELL OF A CLIFFHANGER, which left me dangling with so many unanswered questions. The one thing I learned from reading Karr’s prior novels is to pay close attention because the devil is in her details. The beginning started a bit slow, but picked up speed during the second half of the story where the plot thickens. Their ‘falling into love’ was a bit hurried for me. Wanted to see their connection blossom some more. Looking forward to digging deeper inside Logan and Elle’s relationship in Crush.




ARC received in exchange for an honest review

Prologue
Four Months Before
Logan

Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens.

    The moon slipped behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for.

    Let’s see how bad they want this.

    I spun in the opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine.

    Landing on my stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and I was going to finish it.

    Quickly, I leapt to my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain.

    Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward.

    It could have been worse—at least there wasn’t any ice.

    Still, it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears.

    I didn’t stop, though—I had to keep going.

    When my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game.

    The dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t open.

    With a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around.

    No sign of them, yet.

    They’d be here soon enough.

    My lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath.

    Poised to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.

    Smart?

    Stupid?

    I couldn’t believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department nonetheless.

    But I’d had enough. They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running.

    Time seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.

    The bridge.

    I couldn’t believe I’d ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where I’d started all this.

    What time was it anyway?

    Before I could look at my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a yellow beam of light shined down on me.

    I guess the BPD finally decided to make their move.

    A heavily Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air where we can see them.”

    “Fuck me. Really? You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area until they came into sight.

    There were three of them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure lunged for me.

    He pinned me to the wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a reason.”

    “I was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted.

    “Right,” he snickered.

    Nostrils flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.”

    What the fuck?

    A quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds.

    Most men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City.

    It wasn’t my trust fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some things that never changed.

    I’d been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them.

    Well fuck them very much—but that’s not what they were going to get.


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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.

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