Wednesday, August 22, 2018

RELEASE BLITZ - Restored Dreams by L.B. Dunbar




Title: Restored Dreams
Series: #sexysilverfoxes
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 22, 2018



Blurb

More romance for the over forty.

Brut Paige needs a life break.
As caretaker to his brother, his business, and his son, he's used to being the man to get things done.
Yet, along the way, he's forgotten how to have fun.

Lily Warren deserves a vacation.
She's worked hard to establish her bakery, a lifelong dream. She's proud of her accomplishments.
But, she knows there's something missing.

A broken heart tore them apart.
A little matchmaking forces them together...
Twenty-two years later.

Funny thing about being over forty—forgiveness and frosting can lead to all kinds of trouble…or restored dreams.

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If you loved Hank Paige in Midlife Crisis, you'll want to learn more about his brother, Brut, a sexy silver fox mechanic, and the lost woman of his dreams.







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Author Bio


L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep love of fairy tales, medieval knights, Regency debauchery, and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over two dozen novels, she’s created sweet, small town worlds; rock star mayhem; MMA chaos; sexy rom-coms for the over 40; and intrigue on an island of redemption. In addition, she is earning a title as the “myth and legend lady” for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.


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REVIEWED BY SUE

5 Sexy Heels 


Another wonderfully beautiful, scorchingly hot story of the over 40 variety. Lily and Brut truly tore at my heartstrings and my libido lol. I laughed, I cried, I swooned over and over. How one person can cause so many people so much pain that can reverberate through time, I'll never know but one person did. In the end, Brut and Lily paid the price both in lost loves and in lost trust. Give me frosting every single time. Hank and Midge had me rolling as well because...well...you need to read it to find out what these two were up to. In the end, there is family....the one you make, not necessarily the one you were born into...that becomes important and that will be by your side when you need them most. I feel almost lost thinking there may not be anymore of these beautiful over 40 characters in this world.


REVIEWED BY ANNIE

5 Sexy Heels 


I absolutely love this series. This book is a standalone, but you just might find yourself wanting to binge read the other books in this series. This book is not only an over 40 romance, but also a second chance romance. Lily and Brut are getting a second chance and sometimes the past leaves it's mark. This book will take you on their journey to find their happiness. Find out how their relationship unfolds and all the twists and turns and surprises along the way.

You don't want to miss this awesome over 40 romance. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Blog Tour: Confessions: Priest by Ella Frank

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Confessions: Priest, book three in the steamy contemporary MMM Confessions Series from Ella Frank, is available NOW!

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I am complex.
My love is all-encompassing.
And when it comes to my heart, there is only one rule:
Don’t mess with what’s mine.
Until the age of seven, I was Joel Alexander Donovan, son of Jimmy.
The man who terrorized a town and made its citizens fear
the very ground he walked on. Including me,
the day I realized that ground ran red with blood.
At age eighteen, I became Priest.
A man without a past.
A man determined to right the wrongs of my father.
A man who never believed anyone could love the son of such a monster.
But then a thief stole my heart.
A sweetheart lit up my world.
And I forgot for a moment you should never turn your back on your enemy.
And thus begins a lesson to those who would seek to harm: Never underestimate what the Priest will do to protect the Princess and the Prick.

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Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
CONFESSION
My name is not Joel Priestley.
My name is Joel Alexander Donovan.
And a long time ago, I was taught that things
aren’t always what they appear to be—and neither are people.
  JOEL PRIESTLEY, A.K.A Priest, sat behind the wheel of his Aston Martin with his hands at the ten and two positions and his seatbelt fastened. He’d been sitting like that for the past thirty minutes or so. Ever since he’d pulled the vehicle into its designated parking spot alongside his and Julien’s—his husband’s—black Range Rover. Sinatra had been keeping him company, as Priest tried to block out the phone call he’d made back in his office to Henri. But no matter how loud he played the charismatic crooner, nothing seemed to lessen the impact of Henri’s words and the way they had made Priest’s stomach coil. “Nice to know you can at least follow an order if it’s to keep those you love safe… Be careful; keep an eye out…” And that was what he’d been doing for the past thirty minutes or so. Sitting in his car, with his eyes trained on the rearview and side mirrors, as his paranoia over what used to only exist in the shadows began to slowly creep back out into the light of day. Priest gritted his teeth and reminded himself that Jimmy wasn’t out of prison just yet and likely wouldn’t be for some time. He wasn’t about to appear out of thin air to exact absolution for what he believed was Priest’s biggest crime—abandonment. But that didn’t mean Jimmy hadn’t reached out to the others to find him. To track down the son who had turned his back on his family if, and when, he walked free. Priest cursed and slammed the heel of his palm against the steering wheel, then he reached for the seatbelt’s release, and as it retracted across his chest, he reached up and shoved it off his shoulder where it caught. As it snapped into place, Priest pulled the handle of the door and got out of the car. He needed to get upstairs. To get inside a locked lobby, where a security guard walked the halls, and his condo had a deadbolt on the front door. It was one of the main reasons he’d been interested in Logan’s place to begin with. The additional barriers between him and those he loved—and anyone who may want to hurt them. Julien had already texted to let Priest know he and Robbie arrived home safely. But as of yet, Priest hadn’t heard anything from Robbie, their boyfriend. Not that he’d expected to. The last image Priest had of their princess was an ashen face and betrayal in those usually bright blue eyes, and Christ, Priest wished he could erase that picture from his mind. The three of them had been making such headway lately. They had moved past the getting-to-know-you, comfortable stage of their relationship, and had been thisclose to slipping into that space where the heart and soul of the one whose body you were worshiping was coveted. But that had all changed now. The truth about his father having wiped out any trust he may have built with Robbie, judging by the expression on his face before Priest had left the brewhouse. All the joy, and all the happiness, the closeness the three of them had been reveling in, had been smothered by the dark cloud that descended on them, and Priest had a feeling it was going to take a lot of explaining on his behalf before they could get out from under it—if they ever could. Priest jabbed the button of the garage elevator, and when the doors slid open, he ran his key fob over the panel and hit the floor button. He leaned against the back wall and shut his eyes, and as the elevator ascended, he wondered how he was going to explain all of this to Robbie. He’d only ever had to do it once before. Only ever found one other he deemed important enough to share this side of himself with. And he’d been just as apprehensive, just as sick to his stomach, at the thought of revealing all to Julien, as he was heading up to face Robert Bianchi. Priest walked down the hallway toward their condo like a man heading toward his execution—or the execution of their new relationship—and when he got to the front door, he paused before entering. Scanning the hallway, he looked to his left, where their neighbor lived on the other side of the corridor, before he took a final glance back in the direction he’d come. Once he was satisfied there was no one about, he unlocked the door and headed inside. The first thing he noticed upon entry was how quiet it was. Lately, when he’d arrived home from work, the TV was on and there was the sound of someone doing something or other in the living room or kitchen. But not this afternoon. Right now, the place felt more like a library. The kind of space where you should tiptoe and whisper in case you offended whoever was inside—provided there was someone there to offend in the first place. But that was just his paranoia creeping in again. Of course someone was inside—two someone's, in fact. Julien had told him so, and when Priest stepped out of the short hallway, he spotted his husband immediately. Julien was curled up on the couch with a blanket over his legs and his phone in hand, and the second Priest moved into view, Julien’s legs came out from under him and he got to his feet. He dropped the phone on the cushion beside him, and as the blanket fell from his lap, it crumpled to the soft rug without a sound. Julien rushed around the couch and hurried over to Priest, and when he reached him, Julien took his face between his hands and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Mon Dieu, Joel,” Julien said. “I’ve been a mess worrying over you. I’m so glad you’re home.” Priest wound his arms around Julien’s waist, anchoring himself to the man who understood him in ways Priest had never imagined possible. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” Julien trailed his fingers down the scruff on Priest’s cheek and frowned. “Was there really any doubt?” Priest shut his eyes and let Julien soothe him in the way that only he could. His touch, his words, this man’s mere presence—they were all vital to Priest’s survival. Priest let go of Julien’s waist to cover the hand still cradling his cheek. There were so many things he needed to say: “I’m sorry”or “You were right.I should’ve told Robert about this the second I found out.”But right then, all Priest could manage was: “There was no doubt. Not about you. Neverabout you.” Julien’s eyes softened as Priest’s shifted over his husband’s shoulder to the closed door of their bedroom. “Is he still here?” “Oui.” “I…” Priest paused as he searched for the words. “I wasn’t sure that he would be.” “I wasn’t either,” Julien admitted, and when Priest locked eyes with him again, Julien added, “He’s been in there since we got home. Hasn’t said a word.” “That was more than an hour ago.” Julien nodded. “I know. But he made it very clear he wasn’t ready to talk about things yet.” Not knowing what to say to that, Priest put his keys on the coffee table, and Julien placed a hand on his back. “Listen, he’s processing right now. What he found out about Jimmy… It’s a lot, mon amour.” “It’s more than that, Julien. You saw his face when he found out.” “Oui, I did. I also spoke to him in the car on the way home.” “He thinks I lied to him. Doesn’t he?” When Julien didn’t reply, Priest ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck. I should’ve told him about all of this before he moved in.” “And when should you have done that? At CRUSH? On our first date with him? Or maybe the second, when he had dinner here? I’m surethat would’ve made him feel right at home. There hasn’t been a good opportunity. You know that,” Julien reminded him, and touched his fingers to the sleeve of Priest’s jacket. “He just needs time to—” “No,” Priest said, shaking his head. “Time gives people a chance to distort things. To make them doubt what they once believed. You and I know that better than anyone. I won’t have him doubting this. Doubting us, Julien. Not because of fucking Jimmy. I’m going to go and talk to Robert, and he’s going to listen, and then the three of us are going to sit down and discuss this.” Something flashed in Julien’s expression, but instead of saying what was on his mind, he let go of Priest’s arm and said, “Okay.” Priest narrowed his eyes in question, but Julien remained quiet. So Priest turned on his heel and headed toward their bedroom to track down their boyfriend and try to make things right again.          


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About Ella
Ella Frank is the USA TodayBestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.

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REVIEWED BY SUE

5 SEXY HEELS



What can I say about Priest that others have not...probably not much but he is MINE...MINE...MINE..MINE I say :) -- This man is a lesson in patience. He is a lesson in not judging a book by his cover. He is a lesson in actions speaking for the man but also that there is so much more behind the arrogance and cockiness he portrays. His heart...OMG his heart is just an absolutely beautiful, beating, bleeding organ. We know that he is sexy. We know that he protects what is his as we see with our own eyes in this story. We know the lengths he will go to in order to show the men he loves (and yes I believe he loves them both) how much he feels. This journey into Priest is just everything you want to see in a story. The depth of his feelings, his love and most importantly his pain...the emotions that make him exactly who he is. This story is just poetry with a monster tea kettle of steam to bring this story to the top of my favorites of Ella Frank's stories.

Monday, August 20, 2018

REVIEW & EXCERPT TOUR - BRING DOWN THE STARS by Emma Scott

       


I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow. I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away. But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them. ********** Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage   

              

I took the cement stairs into the library and entered the cool, hushed confines of the main reading room. None of the long mahogany desks with green-shaded lamps were empty. One of the university clubs had taken over two-thirds of the space. The rest of the tables were filled with students like me, trying to get a head start their course load. I finally found an empty seat at the end of a table, opposite a blond guy engrossed in reading. His open backpack spilled books and papers into what I hoped could be my table territory. “Excuse me,” I whispered. “Can I…?” He looked up, his expression vaguely hostile. Piercing blue-green eyes set in a stunningly handsome, if angular, face met mine. High cheekbones, sharp chin and long straight nose. He looked chiseled out of smooth stone at first glance, then his features softened for a moment as his gaze swept over me. Something like recognition lit up his eyes, and I could see the gears of his brain turning as he studied, analyzed, and then came to a conclusion. Not a good one, I guessed, because his expression hardened again. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered. He stood up, leaning his tall, slender frame over the table to corral the books back into his pack. “Thanks,” I said, thinking if he wasn’t a basketball player or a runner, he was a model. All right, girl, get a grip. I sat, cracked my textbook and settled in to read. I wasn’t through two pages when the words blurred to nonsensical gibberish and my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched. I glanced up, straight into the ocean eyes of the guy across from me. A million thoughts swirled in their soft depths before they quickly glanced down. He slouched lower in his chair, disappearing behind his book—the collected poems of Walt Whitman. Part of me wanted to melt. Good lord, a hot guy reading poetry? I was only human. And this is how you wound up with a broken heart in the first place. I must’ve been frowning at the book because the guy held it up and said, “Not a fan?” I blinked back to reality. “No,” I said. “I mean, yes. I love Whitman. And poetry in general. I just... Never mind.” He regarded me a long moment, then slowly closed Whitman and picked up Atlas Shrugged from his short stack of books. “Ugh, that’s even worse,” I muttered without thinking, and then shook my head. “God, sorry, I left my filter at home. Don’t listen to me.” His lip curled. “Is there anything in my collection you approve of?” A hot, smart asshole, I thought. Game on. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not in a good mood today and it’s making me forget my manners. I’ll leave you to read your capitalist propaganda in peace.” The guy’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the blond hair that fell across his brow. “Not a fan of Rand either?” He smirked knowingly. “No, of course you aren’t.” My blood heated at his flippant tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The guy nodded at my textbook—Global Responsibility and the Third-World Hunger Epidemic—and shrugged, as if that answered everything. “Oh.” I frowned. “Well… yes. I mean, Rand’s point of view is purely capitalist and mine isn’t. Not by a long shot.” The student sitting to my right exchanged glances with the girl sitting across from him. Then both packed up their books and left. “We’re being disruptive,” I said to my across-table neighbor. “We need to stop talking now.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on me. “So what’s your point of view?” “My what?” “You said your point of view isn’t capitalist.” He raised a brow. “So what is it?” “Humanist, I suppose. Since you asked. I think everyone, regardless of race, creed, income-level, or sex should be granted the same shot as anyone else.” I raised a brow at him. “But you don’t?” “Are you asking me or telling me?” he said with a slight chuckle. “Since we’re tossing labels around, I’m a realist.” He held up his book. “And not a fan of Rand either.” “You’re not?” I leaned back too, crossing my arms. “Are you just messing with me or what?” “Maybe,” he said. “What do you care what I think anyway?” My mouth fell slack. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.” “No problem.” “Wow, you’re rude.” “That’s the word on the street.” “I can see why.” I lifted my own book up to signal conversation over, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I could feel the hum of his presence like a field of electrical wires, getting under my skin and infiltrating my thoughts. The buzz went beyond distraction. It felt like a challenge had been laid down. And I never walked away from a challenge. I lowered my book to see the guy’s glance hide behind his book again. “Well?” I demanded. “Well what?” Why are you watching me? “Why are you reading Ayn Rand if you don’t like her either?” “Required reading for an English Lit minor.” “And your major? Let me guess, pre-law.” “God, no,” he said. I raised my eyebrows but he offered nothing more. “Are you going to make me run through Amherst’s list of majors until I guess which one is yours?” “Yes,” he said. “Alphabetically, please.” A laugh burst out of me against my will, and the guy almost smiled. Every one of his hard angles softened. “Economics,” he said. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with it.” “That feels like the most honest thing you’ve said to me so far,” I said. “And that’s important to you?” “Yes,” I said, my laughter dying away as I remembered Mark and that girl, naked in the bed I’d slept in just the night before. “Honesty is very important.” He lifted one shoulder. “You don’t agree?” I asked. “Being honest is sometimes mistaken for being rude.” “You must be really honest,” I said. Again, he almost smiled. “Must be.” Satisfied that I’d held my own against this beautiful but hostile member of the opposite sex, I went back to my book…for eight entire seconds before my skin started prickling again. The electric hum of his attention was impossible to ignore. When I looked up this time, he didn’t look away but cleared his throat. “I’m Weston Turner.”  

 


Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels. 


REVIEWED BY SUE

5 SEXY HEELS



My heart is simultaneously full and breaking. What happens when you feel undeserving of love? When those who should love you most let you down? When accepting love and help from those who are willing to give it is more difficult because of those who let you down? This story takes you from the true pain of being left behind to falling for someone who can never be yours. It is described as Cyrano de Burgerac for the modern age and it is truly that but it is more. I hadn't read any blurbs before signing up and was completely surprised and thrilled at what I read. Autumn, Weston and Connor all have my heart which is currently being squeezed tight because I have no clue what is coming next for them. Autumn is just that girl, the one who just makes any day brighter by just being...in a room, in your space...who she is. Connor has it all, more than the average guy. Handsome, athletic with a large heart open to all. He just can't seem to express it. Add to that his parents expectations and he deals with more than most would know. And Weston...just a beautiful soul who refuses to believe that he deserves any kind of happiness but who would do absolutely anything for those he loves, including sacrificing his life for his family and his heart for his friend. Emma Scott takes you through a journey that although not finished with this book, promises to both break you and lift you up in equal measures. 

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Review Blitz - RICHER THAN SIN by Meghan March

 

  

From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a brand new saga of forbidden love and second chances.   

A Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Our family feud is the stuff of legends. Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes. I didn’t know or care what her name was. Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man. She hates me, and she should. I objected on her wedding day. Now she’s home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there’s no ring on her finger. They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after . . . but I’m not done with Whitney Gable. I’ll never be done with her.    

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Guilty until proven innocent.

That’s the way the world works, right?

I’m tired of being convicted without evidence, all because my last name is Gable.

The Riscoffs might own this town, but I’m done following their rules.

If only I could forget just how easily Lincoln Riscoff can drag me under his spell.

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Whitney Gable is the kind of woman you fight to the death to protect.

To keep.

To cherish.

I’ve finally learned my lesson, and it’s time to prove I’m the man who’s worthy of her.

I don’t care what it takes, because failure is not an option.

No matter who or what stands in our way—this time, she’ll be mine forever

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A New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels, Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. Sign up for Meghan's newsletter and receive exclusive content that she saves for her subscribers: http://meghanmarch.com/subscribe To get the inside scoop on a daily basis, search Meghan March's Runaway Readers on Facebook and join the fun.


 REVIEWED BY SUE

  5 Sexy Heels


Another amazing new series by Meghan March in the making. There is just something about the way Meghan writes that sucks you in completely and makes you just want to sit there and read everything she writes. I'll admit I have a long way to go to get caught up but I'm in no danger of disliking a darned thing she writes. This story may not be as "dark" as the last few series I've read...at least not yet, but it is every bit as intriguing as the last few trilogies. Whitney and Lincoln meet and don't know who the other is...until well after they have met..but neither can seem to stay away from the other. When it comes to feuding families, these two have their work cut out for them and in the end...she marries another. 10 years later, she's back and despite time and distance, Lincoln can't seem to forget her or leave her alone. But man, there are secrets and bombshells yet to be dropped and this promises to be the roller coaster ride of both their and OUR lives. I have a few theories as to what happened and what WILL happen but what I've learned with Meghan is to expect the unexpected and that she will not disappoint me whatsoever if the ending of this book is any indication of the future wild ride.


 REVIEWED BY ANNIE

  5 Sexy Heels

I can never get my hands on a Meghan March book fast enough and this one was freaking awesome. There is just something about her style of writing that always sucks me in and makes me not want to put the book down. Feuding families, forbidden love and second chances is the perfect recipe for this awesome trilogy. If this is your first one of her books, then you are in for a treat. I can’t wait for the next installment in this trilogy and you won’t either.