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~ REVIEW: Unscripted (Unspoken Series #2) by MC Decker ~

indexSynopsisSometimes life isn’t always that perfect script.

After a decade of searching for happiness, Brooke Anderson finally found what she was looking for when she collided with the one she let get away.

The devastatingly handsome Rich Davis not only offered Brooke her dream job, but his heart as well.

Just when everything seemed like a perfectly scripted fairy tale — tragedy struck.

Will Rich and Brooke’s love survive? Will their script finally end in the Happily Ever After they both so desperately desire?

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daniell review 5 star aThis book is the long awaited conclusion to Rich and Brooke’s story that began in Unwritten.  Unwritten must be read first. 

I cannot do a typical review because I don’t want to give anything away. I will say this conclusion was completely fulfilling and I loved every minute of the roller coaster ride that is Brooke’s life.  Brooke has experienced so much heartache and loss that all I wanted was for her to get a HEA and I was not disappointed. 
This book was a beautifully written story from start to finish. This story is full of love, heartbreak, laughter and getting a second chance to make things right. M.C. Decker is a truly talented author and writes about characters that the readers can really connect with.  This is definitely a must read series for everyone that loves amazing 2nd chance stories!  I look forward to reading more from M.C. Decker in the future.
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The unexpected love story that began in MANWHORE continues heating up the pages in MANWHORE +1 by New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans…

Billionaire playboy? Check.

Ruthless businessman? Check.

Absolutely sinful? Check.

Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.

I intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle–not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.

Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.

Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?

For every sin there is a sinner!

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Excerpt

FOUR WEEKS

I’ve never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at the M4 corporate building. A handful of employees ride along with me, murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I think my mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to speak. But I smile in reply—my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful, definitely hopeful. My riding companions step out on their floors one by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own.

Toward him.

          Toward the man I love.

          My body is raging. My blood is pumping—my blood is storming—my thighs are shaking. My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when I hear the elevator ting at his floor.

         Stepping out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. But I hardly have eyes for anything except the tall and imposing frosted glass doors at the far end of the room.

          Framing those doors to each side is a pair of sleek designer desks, for a total of four.

          Behind these desks are four women in identical black-and-white suits, sitting behind their gleaming dark-oak desks, working quietly behind their flat-screen computers.

          One of them, the forty-year-old Catherine H. Ulysses—right hand of the man who owns every inch of this building—stops what she’s doing when she sees me. She arches her brow, then seems both tense and relieved as she lifts the receiver on her desk and murmurs my name into it.

  1. Am. Not. Breathing.

          But Catherine doesn’t miss a beat as she motions me toward the huge frosted doors—those intimidating doors—that lead into the lair of the most powerful man in Chicago.

          The human being with the most powerful effect on me.

          This is what I’ve been waiting for, for four weeks. This is what I wanted when I left a thousand messages on his phones and what I wanted when I wrote a thousand others that I left unsent. To see him.

          For him to want to see me.

          But as I force myself to step forward, I don’t even know if I’ll have the strength to stand before him and look him in the eye after what I did.

          I’m wracked so hard with nervousness and anticipation and hope—yes hope, small but bright, even as I shake like a leaf.

          Catherine holds the door open, and I struggle to hold my head high and walk into his office.

           Two steps inside I hear the swoosh of the glass door shutting behind me and my systems halt at the familiar sight of the most beautiful office I’ve ever been in.

          His office is all vast marble and chrome, twelve-foot ceilings, and endless floor-to-ceiling windows.

          And there he is. The center of its axis. The center of my world.

          He’s pacing by the window, speaking into a headset in a low, low voice—the kind he uses when he’s pissed. All I can make out are the words have to be dead to let her fall into his clutches …

          He hangs up, and as if he feels me in the room, he turns his head. His eyes flare when he sees me. His green eyes.

          His achingly familiar, beautiful green eyes.

          He inhales, very slowly, his chest expanding, his hands curling a little at his sides as he looks at me.

          I look back at him.

          Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint.

          I just walked into the eye of the most powerful storm of my life. No. Not a storm. A hurricane.

          Four weeks, I haven’t seen him. And he still looks exactly as I remember. Larger than life, and more irresistible than ever.

          His striking face is perfectly shaven today, and his sensual lips look so achingly full I can almost feel them against mine. Six-feet-plus of perfectly controlled male power stand before me, in a perfect black suit and a killer tie. He’s the very devil in Armani; strong-boned, square-jawed, gleaming dark hair and those penetrating eyes.

          He’s got the best eyes.

          They twinkle mercilessly when he teases me, and when he doesn’t tease me, they’re mysterious and unreadable, assessing and intelligent, keeping me guessing about his thoughts.

          But I had forgotten how cold those eyes used to be. Green arctic ice looks back at me now. Every fleck of ice in those eyes gleaming like diamond shards.

          He clenches his jaw and tosses the headset aside.

          He looks as approachable as a wall, his shoulders stretching his white shirt, which clings to his skin like a groupie. But I know he’s not a wall; I’ve never wanted to throw myself at a wall like this.

          He’s walking towards me. Every step he takes makes my heart pound as he moves with that quiet and confident own-the-world stride of his.

          He stops a few feet away and shoves his hands into his pants pockets; and he seems so big all of a sudden, and he smells so utterly good. I drop my eyes to his tie as the little candle of hope I walked in with starts to flicker with doubt.

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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

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~ Falling Fast (Falling Fast # 1) by Tina Wainscott Blog Tour + Review + Giveaway ~

fallingfast-banner FALLING FAST

Falling Fast Falling Fast # 1

By: Tina Wainscott

Releasing June 16, 2015

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SynopsisFans of Jasinda Wilder and Colleen Hoover will adore this emotional new small-town romance—a smoldering tale of first love and long-awaited redemption from USA Today bestselling author Tina Wainscott.

Raleigh West works in an auto shop day and night, trying to put his broken past out of mind. It’s been seven years since the fiery crash that landed his teenage sweetheart in the hospital . . . and him in jail. In an instant, he lost everything: his passion for racing, his hope of escaping his father’s shameful legacy, and the only girl he ever loved. Raleigh hasn’t seen her since that awful night. Never got a chance to apologize. And never forgave himself, either.

When brave, beautiful Mia Wentworth returns to the Florida coast for the first time in what seems like forever, it’s not to see Raleigh. Even so, the moment she arrives she can feel his presence like a gust of wind that gives her goose bumps. Opening her heart to him again seems impossible. But staying away? That might be harder still. Lucky for them both, Mia’s never been the kind of woman to take the easy way out.

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23510311-falling-fast?ac=1

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ExcerptThe director gestured for everyone to take a seat, and Mia settled onto the chair at the outside edge. She scanned each and every person.

No Raleigh.

He’s not coming. Get over it already.

The director, who knew Nancy from their volunteer work, welcomed everyone and said how touched she would be by the turnout. He introduced Mia and her parents, then spoke at length about the wonderful and sweet and feisty Nancy.

As Mia teared up over his sentimental words, she saw him. She blinked, just to make sure, but her heart knew immediately. The director’s voice faded into the roar of blood in her ears.

Raleigh.

He stood behind the last row of chairs next to the thick trunk of an oak tree, in khakis and a maroon button-down dress shirt. His hair was trimmed, and he was clean-shaven. Not an ounce of fat on him judging by the way his shirt lay flat against his stomach. She gripped the edges of the chair as the ground tilted. Or was she tilting? God, don’t let me fall off the chair! No, you’re dizzy because you, uh, forgot to breathe!

Carefully, she pulled in a long, deep breath. Then another. The world was still blurry, and she wiped at her eyes to clear them—and found Raleigh in her sights. Which was even more startling, because she was pretty sure he was looking right at her.

She forced herself to breathe again, to shift her gaze to where it should be. The director invited people to come up and share a story or their thoughts. There was no hesitation as the first person stepped up to the microphone stand positioned in front of the chairs.

Several people spoke from their hearts over the next twenty minutes, and everyone dabbed at their eyes, including Mia. She wrestled with whether to go up, but to put herself on display was more than she could bear. Her father went up and sounded like a politician as he thanked everyone for coming. The director made one last call, and Mia’s eyes went to Raleigh again. He leaned forward, his hand clenched on the tree. He clearly wanted to go up, but he looked at her father. Then at her. Then he rocked back on his heels again, his face tight with the war inside him.

Come up. I want to hear what you have to say. About Grandma. About your friendship with her.

I just want to hear your voice.

He remained in the shade of the tree. Mia certainly couldn’t think him a coward, not when she, too, was afraid to go up and speak. Facing cancer and burns wasn’t as hard as facing people, she mused. Wasn’t that crazy?

But then she stood. Walked to the microphone and fumbled as she adjusted it to her height. Cleared her throat and tried hard not to look at Raleigh. Instead, her gaze skipped across the rows and the ribbons dancing in the breeze.


“Thank you all for being part of her life. I . . .” Her eyes betrayed her, zeroing right in on Raleigh. Her thoughts froze. Time was suspended, everyone—every single person—focused on her. She cleared her throat, heat rising up her neck. “I’m jealous that you all got to spend time with her. To know her as a friend.” Her gaze went to Raleigh again. “Thank you,” she said again, thrashing herself for the impulse as she took her seat.

She would have no regret, though. If all those weeks and months and years of hospital stays had taught her anything, it was to let no opportunity slip by. Especially the ones where you left words unsaid. Important, life-changing words.

She searched through the people all getting to their feet. Raleigh leaned against the trunk now, his head tilted back. As though it were all too much to bear. The impulse now was to go to him.

But the director asked everyone to form a line to pay their respects before the casket was lowered into the ground. Mia had to follow her parents to form a reception line, where everyone offered their condolences before stepping up to the casket. Mia’s heart squeezed so tight that she could hardly breathe. Would Raleigh shake her hand? Hug her? Say in a low, intimate voice how very sorry he was for their loss? Their loss, because it was as much his as hers. Maybe more so.

As she accepted handshakes and hugs, she realized that she was so wrapped up in where he was that she wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her up close. The line was dwindling, and she couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Mia.”

 

christie review4 starsFalling Fast was a wonderful, heartwarming, and emotional second chance romance. Mia has endured more than any one person should ever have to during her young life. She had cancer as a child but was in remission when she was involved in a horrible car accident that left her burned and scarred, not only physically but mentally as well. Raleigh was the boy she fell in love with one summer while visiting her grandmother. He was driving the car that completely changed his and Mia’s life. Not only did the accident almost kill them, but it destroyed their young love and drove them apart for many years. Now, Mia is back for her beloved grandmother’s funeral. Both are anxious and scared to see one another again. Will there be feelings of anger, forgiveness, most importantly, will the passionate love still be there after all this time apart?

The book was fast paced. Readers didn’t have to wait for the inevitable reunion between the characters. They see each other not long after the story began. Yes, the feelings of passion and love are still there, but I enjoyed the friendship between Mia and Raleigh too. Each character was well-developed and not your typical characters in most romance novels. Each is carrying a secret they have hidden from one another that has greatly affected how each has lived their lives and the decisions they have made. Honestly, discovering some of Raleigh’s secrets were incredibly hard to read, but they made me love him even more. I loved seeing Mia grow from an insecure woman to a woman who not only beliefs in herself but one who helps Raleigh believe in himself and move on from his past. Speaking of characters, Wainscott did an awesome job of developing the character of Mia’s grandmother. Even though she was deceased, she was just as vividly alive in this story as all the other characters. I have only read one other writer who was able to do this successfully, and Wainscott was just as successful. There was some suspense and mystery that also made this book great as well. I won’t get into all of that because I don’t want to ruin anything. The only thing I will say is, “Read this book!”

Fallling Fast was my first novel I have read by Tina Wainscott, but it definitely won’t be my last. It was a great romance filled with passion and emotion, and it was also a book filled with love, forgiveness, and the importance of second chances. It also illustrates the important lesson of looking beneath the physical appearances of people and finding out what’s inside…that’s what really matters! Great job, Tina Wainscott. I can’t wait to read more from you in the future.

Abou the author Tina_WUSA Today bestselling author Tina Wainscott has always loved the combination of romance and suspense, because nothing complements falling in love better than being hunted down. The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, Wainscott creates characters with baggage, past hurts, and vulnerabilities. They go through hell, find love, and, at the end, find peace in who they are and everything they’ve gone through. And isn’t that what everyone wants?

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~ The Counting-Downers by A.J. Compton Cover Reveal ~

Title: The Counting-Downers
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 24, 2015
Standalone/Part Of A Series: Standalone

Cover Artist: CT Cover Creations (@CTCovers)

 
Synopsis
The stunningly poignant and life-affirming debut novel 
by A.J. Compton
 
Imagine if we could see how long everyone around us had left to live. But we weren’t allowed to know our own numbers…
 
Trying to make sense of life after the death of her beloved father, free spirit Matilda Evans meets Tristan Isaacs and discovers a marrow-deep connection with him.
 
No stranger to grief himself, lonely artist Tristan is in awe of Matilda’s fun and philosophical approach to life. With every second spent in her presence, he finds his views on life and loss changing, and begins to embrace the beauty of being alive.
 
As their friendship turns into something deeper, lessons are learned, memories are made, and legacies are created.
 
But with both of them knowing how long their soulmate has left in this lifetime, important questions have to be asked and tough decisions have to be made before time runs out.
 
The Counting-Downers is an inspiring story about life, loss, love, and making the most of every moment. 
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Excerpt
And suddenly, I realize that all those books and movies had gotten it wrong.
When you find your souls reflection in another, you shouldn’t be aware of anything other than their body, yours, and the space between.
 
You shouldn’t be looking for someone whose kiss causes you to escape reality by transporting you to another time and place. Look for the person whose kiss grounds you firmly in the moment, whose arms hold you safely in the now.
 
When your lips lock with your destiny, you should be aware of every prickle on your skin that rises to greet them, every strand of their hair that caresses your fingers, every gasp of air that reaches your ears.
 
Most of us kiss with our eyes closed. But that’s not always a good thing. It depends why they’re shut.
 
If you asked most people to imagine themselves in a situation, the first thing they would do is close their eyes.
 
You should kiss with your eyes closed to heighten your other senses and block out everything but the now, not to escape to somewhere else.
 
Reality should be better than your imagination.
 
Because when it’s right, like this is right, you won’t have to use your imagination at all.

 

Abou the author

A.J. Compton is a 23 year-old Londoner, professional dreamer, and full time over-thinker. A big believer in going after your dreams, she decided to practice what she preaches and finally finish one of the many incomplete manuscripts she’s started over the years.


A University of Cambridge graduate, A.J. is currently in a polygamous relationship with an embarrassing number of book boyfriends.


Those two facts are not related. Honestly.


She loves people-watching and exploring her observations in her writing.

She really hates writing about herself in the third person.

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~ Identity Crisis by Rochelle Paige Release Blitz ~

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Identity Crisis by Rochelle Paige

As seen in the July issue of Glamour Magazine UK

SynopsisA reclusive author…

Delia Sinclair is desperate to hit a looming deadline. With only two weeks to go before her manuscript is due, she heads to a remote cabin in the Smoky
Mountains with no internet or cell service.

An ex-military security specialist…

Blaine West is halfway around the world when he gets a frantic message from his childhood sweetheart. She needs to lay low for awhile so he puts her in
touch with someone who can help her until he can get back to town.

A dead body…

When Blaine arrives at the hotel where they were supposed to meet, he learns the body of a local author was discovered that morning but there’s no sign of
his old flame.

And a case of mistaken identity…

Delia returns home completely unaware that the police believe she’s been murdered. With Delia alive and his ex still missing, Blaine has

the skills and
connections to find out exactly what happened and keep Delia safe.

Lead to a passion that burns out of control.

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Abou the authorI 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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~ The Espionage Effect (Spy Games) by Kat & Stone Bastion Cover Reveal + Giveaway ~

We are thrilled to bring you the cover reveal for Kat & Stone Bastion’s THE ESPIONAGE EFFECT!

THE ESPIONAGE EFFECT is a standalone, full-length, action-adventure romance filled with plenty of the sexual tension, deep emotion, and scorching scenes the Bastions are known for.

This sexy action-adventure romance releases July 14th!

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Release Date: July 14th, 2015

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations

Do you like romance a little more erotic, edgy, darker, filled with action-adventure, toned with mystery, complete with a twist…or two?

If so…

Be sure to preorder your copy today!
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SynopsisWhen desire sets you free…control is a matter of perception.

I’m Devin Hill.

Darkness taints my soul.

I’m suffocating. Drowning.

The sweet promise of air? Pure illusion.

Tested as a genius at age seven, I hide my emotions, become what they expect…bury my secrets. At nineteen, I trudge toward a predestined path, blinders on, heart safeguarded.

Until I dare to be wild.

Until Alec Marquez crashes into my world.

Until all that follows redefines everything I’ve ever known.

What happens when you stumble into a world of spies…and discover you belong there?

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Excerpt

“Do you remember their love?” An odd question, even to my ears, but I needed to know.

He didn’t reply right away, only briefly paused, then continued typing.

I didn’t release the photograph. Didn’t turn around. Entranced to a level I couldn’t resist or deny, I remained rooted to the spot on his bamboo office floor, clinging to a fragment of someone else’s joyous life, stuck in my admiration for those who’d been able to defy the choking darkness of the world for its breath of light.

The keyboard clicking ended entirely. But I barely noticed.

My heart pounded in my ears as I gripped the frame, thumbs slipped into place on the perfect silver surface. My fingerprints might as well have marred the perfect picture. Its image marked me. Indelibly.

How had one two-dimensional image branded my heart so fast?

On a shaky exhale, it hit me. It hadn’t. The delicate aging photograph hadn’t been the one thing, it had been the last thing, the proverbial straw on the camel’s back—the catalyst to the fractures spider-webbing through an armored façade I’d so carefully constructed finally shattering apart, blowing to dust the once impenetrable fortress walls I’d imprisoned myself within.

“I remember.” His voice slid over my senses, warm and soft. His heat came up behind me, wrapping around me as his strong hands ran down my arms, then covered my hands as they still clutched the frame.

For the first time in my life, I finally stood without my armor. Terrified, yet convinced I needed to take the leap of faith even if I died from the fall, I leaned back into his strength.

And he held me. As I began to shake, gripped the frame tighter for fear of dropping it, he simply held me.

“Their laughter is the greatest memory; I can still hear its echo in my head, feel its presence in the middle of the night.”

An aching pang thumped from behind my ribcage. That he would be lonely in the darkness too, seek the memory of what he’d once had to lull him to sleep.

I’d done the opposite. “I can’t remember mine.” My voice croaked. Hands trembling uncontrollably, I clattered the bottom metal corners of the frame down onto the perfectly polished surface before I dropped it. “Their love, I mean.” I sucked in a ragged breath as my arms drew against my middle. I hugged myself, trying to hold in the pain that I’d never let myself feel.

His arms followed, covering mine. A cramp burned at the base of my throat, and I closed my eyes, pinching back hot tears, afraid of losing myself to the scathing onslaught of feelings. As my breathing grew shallow, Alec tightened his hold, wordlessly providing his protection from the unseen threat.

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Shoe and Boot PhotoKat Bastion won several awards for her bestselling debut novel Forged in Dreams and Magick.

Kat and Stone Bastion’s bestselling first novel No Weddings and the No Weddings series were named Best of 2014 by multiple romance review blogs.

When not defining love and redemption through scribed words, they enjoy spending their time mountain biking and hiking in the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona.

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