February 28, 2019

Blog Tour & Review: Jagged Ink

The Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs series continues with a couple fighting to keep what they thought they had and gain what they didn’t know they needed.

Roxie Montgomery met her soul mate when she least expected it. When he asked her to marry her, she thought her happily ever after was only just beginning. Then, she found that walking into the sunset was much harder than her favorite books made it out to be. After a crushing loss, she feels as though she doesn’t know her husband anymore, or rather…she doesn’t know herself.

Carter Marshall has loved Roxie since the first time he saw her. But as the days pass between them, so does the distance. He doesn’t know how to show her that he’s all in, and honestly doesn’t know if she’s in at all. When an accident changes everything, they’ll have to decide if what they have can be salvaged, or if starting over is the answer. Or even possible.

Without fighting, without a true new beginning, sometimes, the remnants of what was lost can leave anyone jagged, shells of what they were before. It will take more than the idea of forever for Roxie and Carter to find themselves again, but as the Montgomerys know, nothing worth fighting for is easy.

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3.5 Stars

I will start off with saying, I love this author. I have read pretty much everything she has written. I adore the Montgomery's and this spin off of the family has been good reading so far. This story is about Roxie and Carter. We have met them in earlier books and get the sense that things are not ok with the marriage.

My issue with this book is that I could have done away with the first 40% of the book. It was told in alternating POV but every chapter was just all the same thoughts by each lead character. Neither would talk to their friends. Neither would talk to each other and they just seemed resigned to throw in the towel. Finally, when they decide to at least talk to each other instead of staying in their heads, the story starts to pick up.

I did like how everything played out. I liked that they needed to get to know each other again. I loved the message that relationships are work and we have to be open to change and being able to talk about it in order to continue forward. All good stuff.

If the first part of the book was condensed to a chapter, this would have been a great read. I liked it in the end but not my favorite from this author.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

Release Blitz: Angel's Halo Forever Angels





Title: Angel's Halo: Forever Angels
Series: Angel's Halo MC #8
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2019




Rewind.

I hit the rewind button on the old VHS tape that contains my memories, causing the past to scream across my closed lids.

Past the nightmare where Enzo Fontana goads me, threatening my family, wanting all the secrets of my MC that I refuse to give him.

Past the evil laughter that reaches me even in the sweat soaked, pain-filled oblivion of near-death sleep.

Past the blast I thought would end me, the searing pain of the heat that melted my back, the shattering glass still lodged in parts of my body.

Past the months of loneliness because I let the one person I knew I couldn’t live without walk out of my life because I knew I wasn’t good enough for her.

Pause.

There she is.

Smiling up at me as I lean over her. Kissing her like I have the right to. Like I’m not stealing a moment in time I will have to live off of for the rest of my life.

A life that is going to end very, very soon.

I’m dying. I can feel the life begin to fade from me. My body, which has been tortured for days, perhaps even weeks—I don’t even know anymore—will give up soon.

And all I want to do is think about her.

That smile. The sweet taste of her lips. The little sounds she made as she gave me the most precious thing any woman could give a man. The love in her eyes in the afterglow.

She was mine then.

And I would forever be hers.

“Jos,” I groaned, letting the first tear leak from my eyes.



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Prologue

Tanner

Three weeks earlier

Twirling my little brother’s keys around my finger, I whistled as I walked out of the clubhouse toward his truck. Warden was already sitting in the front passenger seat, meaning I was going to hear Raider bitch all the way to his woman’s house and then to Raven’s.
Raider was bigger than Warden. Longer. Meaner. Warden had his moments, but mostly he was a whiny little bitch. Still, he was grabbing things for some of the other females currently camped out in the main room of the clubhouse, which meant I didn’t have to. I could put up with the bitching to get out of that shit.
Opening the driver’s door, I climbed in and sat, my fingers
drumming on the steering wheel as I waited impatiently.
The front door of the clubhouse opened, Raider’s large frame
coming through the opening, and I started the engine…
It stalled before catching, and my gaze locked with one of
my best friends’. We both knew what was going to happen next. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I started counting down the seconds in my head.
Fuck this shit.
I opened the door, jumping out just as the boom shook the world. The force of the blast sent me flying, white-hot flames searing my back as my front connected with two cars parked by the fence, and I fell between them. My head bounced off the asphalt, and I groaned in agony seconds before blackness consumed me…
I cracked my eyes open as I felt myself floating. The smell
of gas hit my nose at the same time the godawful pain made itself known. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t hurt, but the worst was coming from my back. I could feel the blisters, the pain coming off them so intense, I was surprised I wasn’t in shock from the agony.
Maybe I am.
I was surrounded by darkness, but my eyes slowly adjusted,
and I realized the floating sensation I was feeling wasn’t just from all the pain. I was in the trunk of a car which was moving at a speed that made me think we were on the interstate.
Fuck, I hurt.
I twisted, trying to get my big body into a better position that didn’t hurt as much. Bad idea. The worst I’d had in a while. Just breathing hurt; why the fuck did I think moving would make it any better? It was so intense, I saw stars, my stomach heaving from the agony. I managed to turn my head enough that I didn’t choke on my own vomit.
Knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those eggs.
The puke made me cough, which had me gasping for my next breath from the torture my body was sustaining. It was too much, and I blacked out.
A sharp slap across my face had my eyes snapping open. “Fuck off,” I growled.
Two men stood over me. One of them I knew well; the other
I’d only seen from a distance. I was lying on something cold, but the coolness did nothing to relieve the burning on my back. My hands were strapped down, as were my ankles, the way the ties cut into my flesh telling me they’d gotten rid of my boots and socks. My shirt and cut were gone too, but at least I still had my jeans on.
“You gonna arrest me, Sheriff?” I smarted off, pretending
like I wasn’t in the worst pain of my entire life. I was good at pretending. It
got me into trouble. A lot. But trouble was fun. Mostly. This, not so much.
“Got better plans for you than that, Reid,” Bates said with
a smugness on his bulldog-like face. “Fontana paid me good money for your worthless ass. Lucky me, I found you stuffed between two cars while your pussy MC brothers were bawling their eyes out thinking you’d burned up in that truck with the other fucker.”
Warden.
Fuck.
A different kind of pain tore through me, but I swallowed it down. Now wasn’t the time to mourn my MC brother. I currently had other problems screaming for my attention.
The other man’s face pushed closer to mine, his breath heavy on the garlic. I blinked my eyes at him, trying to focus through the haze of bad breath. “Back the fuck up, and get yourself a mint. Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
Fontana punched me in the stomach as he straightened, his
face pale with rage. The hit knocked what little breath I had out of my lungs, making me wheeze and cough. The agony that was my back protested, and I had to blink back the darkness attempting to flood over me for the third time.
“Reid here has a mouth on him,” Bates informed the Italian
seething over me. “Sometimes you have to shut him up before you can get the answers you want.”
The chuckle that left me felt like it was going to kill me,
but I wouldn’t let these bastards see how weak I really was. “I’ll talk all you want,” I assured him. “Whaddya wanna talk about, Bates? The way your momma was sucking my dick last night? You want to talk about that? She’s got a mouth on
her, man. The way she gets on her knees and blows me…so damn good.”
Creswell Springs’s sheriff had ham hocks for fists, and they both connected with my jaw, one after the other. I laughed, fighting the urge to throw up as the action only made me want to scream in misery, and then spit the blood that was filling my mouth at him. “Your momma hits harder than you, fucking little bitch.”
Another punch to my jaw and I felt one of my molars break off. I spat it out, and it landed on the floor at the sheriff’s feet with a tiny ping.
Damn, I just got that tooth fixed too.
The last time it broke off was in the same fight where my little brother broke his arm. Damn college kids thinking they could come into Hannigans’ and play pool with the big boys. We showed them quick why the Reid brothers were unbeatable. They’d gotten a few good punches in and fucked up Matt’s arm before I took a pool stick to their heads.
Fontana was back in my face, his breath burning my nose hairs. “I like that you’re a talker.” His voice was chilling, but it took a hell of a lot more than him to make me shiver. “It shouldn’t be too hard to get the information I want out of you.”
This guy was hilarious.
I might have been a fuckup at times. Running my mouth and
causing trouble was what I was known for. But this prick was never going to get a single secret out of me about my MC brothers.
“Really wish you’d get that mint, man,” I grumbled. “And maybe lay off the garlic sauce. You’re adding to the ozone problem. Don’t you care about global warming?”
A muscle started to tick in Fontana’s jaw, and I found the energy to smirk up at him.
The smirk turned into a grimace—the only thing I was willing
to give him to show any sign of discomfort—when he punched me in the side.
Something told me my liver was the least of my worries with
this guy.
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Terri Anne Browning is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on bestselling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella.

Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.


Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.


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Angel's Halo MC Series:
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Angel's Halo: Entangled
Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel
Angel's Halo: Reclaimed
Angel's Halo: Atonement 
Angel’s Halo: Fallen Angel
Angel’s Halo: Avenged
Angel’s Halo: Forever Angels
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February 27, 2019

Release Blitz & Review: Tumble



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After being burned by her dream job in New York City, sports journalist Neely Kimber suddenly finds herself jobless and paying a long-overdue visit to her hometown in Tennessee. Her plan? Relax, reset, and head back up the corporate ladder. There’s just one unexpected step. Neely’s back in Dogwood Lane for barely a day when she sees the man she ran from nine years ago: the bad boy next door who was her first kiss, her first love, and her first heartbreak.

Devoted single dad Dane Madden knows he hurt Neely in the worst way. He’s got a lot to make up for. And as passionate as their reconnection is, it’s a lot to hope for. Having her back in his arms feels so right. But falling in love all over again with a woman who wants to live a world away is bound to go so wrong.

What’s it going to take for Neely to give him—and Dogwood Lane—just one more chance?






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Splat!

The sound of the hammer crushing my thumb—swung with more force than was necessary, to boot—ricochets across the front lawn. The tool falls from my hand, striking against the sawhorse, and flips into the soft grass with a gentle thud.

“Son of a...!” My hand shakes, the top of my thumb threatening to explode. I tilt my head to the sky and try to find some peace in the clouds.

I come up empty. “Matt!” I call to my younger brother. “I’m taking ten.”

He nods from halfway up the ladder leaned against the side of the house.

Wrapping my good hand around my thumb, I head toward my truck. Sounds of construction ring out behind me. It’s usually music to my ears, the lifeblood of the Madden name. But each cut of a sawblade, buzz of a power drill, and swing of a hammer feels like a distraction this morning. I have a throbbing thumb to show for it.

Beads of sweat cluster along my forehead. I remove my hat with my good hand and run the back of my forearm along my brow.

“Damn it.” Everything feels sticky. Mildly irritating. And the progress on the project that usually energizes me has failed me epically this morning. I just don’t want to be here. Not that I have a better place to be. Quite frankly, I have a lot of places I shouldn’t be, and with Neely, or thinking about Neely, is one of them.

I would’ve recognized her anywhere. Same gray eyes that glimmer like she’s about to tell you a secret. Full lips that spread into a smile so infectious you can’t help but feel your own mouth following suit. The hint of floral perfume, the golden hair that may as well be silk, and the aura about her that’s just as strong as the day she left Dogwood Lane and me—it’s all the same. It’s like time forgot to age her. She somehow has become more beautiful, sexier, stronger.

The world hates me. I’ve postulated this for a long time, but it’s obvious today.

The tailgate of my truck lowers. Scooping a handful of ice from the cooler in the bed into a bandanna, I wrap it around my injured digit. The relief lasts only a few moments.

“What are you doing down here?” Penn rests his forearms over the side of the truck, the tattoos carved in his skin like mini masterpieces on full display. He eyes my makeshift bandage. “What happened to you?”

“Hammer,” I groan, adjusting the ice.

“That’s interesting.”

“How you figure?”

“Never knew you to hit yourself with a hammer before. I find that interesting.”

“If that’s interesting, you need a hobby. Or you could work like I’m paying you to do . . .”

“I have a hobby, thank you, and you should’ve seen her last night,” he says, smacking his lips together. “Lord Almighty, she’s a—”

“Penn.”

“Yeah?”

The tip of my finger sticks out of the bandanna. It’s bright red and hot to the touch despite the ice packed around it. “All your escapades really sound the same at this point.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” He cups his hand to his ear. “I thought so. Not my fault you’re in a dry spell.”

Leaning against the truck, I look at him. “Jealousy isn’t how I’d describe it. But if that makes ya feel good, go for it.”

“My hobby makes me feel good.” He moves his lips around, like he’s fighting the next words trying to pop out. He does this when he knows he shouldn’t say something but can’t quite convince himself not to. “From the looks of you, I’d say you’re more than jealous. I’d say you’re . . . tempted.”

My tongue presses on the roof of my mouth. “Tempted to what?”

He leans against the truck, too, the gold St. Christopher’s medal he’s worn since elementary school clamoring against the side. The corners of his lips nearly touch the corners of his eyes. He knows.

“Word travels fast, huh?” I say, prodding around to see if my guess is right.

He slow blinks. Twice.

“What?” I ask.

“That’s all you have to say about Neely being back in town? ‘Word travels fast.’ What’s wrong with you?”

We don’t have time for that conversation.

I sigh. “What do you want me to say?”

“I’d love to have been a fly on the wall for that little run-in.” Penn snickers. “Did you stutter around like I imagine? Or did you not manage to say an entire sentence?”

Working my jaw back and forth, I point a finger his way. “You better stop while you’re ahead.”

He reads me correctly, and his animation drops a notch. “Really, though. How’d it go? But before you answer that, let me toss out there that I heard sparks were flying all over the diner so hot Claire had to call the fire department.”

I shake my head. “Shut up.”

“Just telling you what I heard.”

“The firemen were there to order food, you idiot.”

He thinks he’s onto something. There’s a glee in his face that means only one thing: it’s going to be a long day around here.

“So, what happened?” he asks, resting his arms over the truck bed.

“You know, sometimes I think you should’ve been a girl with all the gossiping you do.”

“This isn’t gossip,” he contends. “This is Neely-freaking-Kimber, man. Every memory I have of my entire adolescence has her in it. She bailed me out of jail when I was too scared to call my dad and you and Matt were passed out on moonshine. Remember that?”

My chuckle is so hard, it causes my thumb to throb. “I forgot about that. She was pissed.”

“Neely came through, though. God, I miss her.”

Those last words echo through my mind.

I have shoved her out of my head for the last few years. Took over Dad’s business, took care of my business. Trudged forward without her because that was the only choice I had. I hardly even think about her anymore unless someone brings her up in conversation.

So why do I itch to crawl into the truck and hunt her down? 





Cover Reveal: Too Dangerous

Today we are celebrating the cover reveal of TOO DANGEROUS by Bethany Lopez. It is the fifth, and final, book in the Lewis Cousins series. It will be releasing on April 29th. As an added bonus, the fourth book in the series, TOO ENCHANTING, has had a makeover as well! Check out the covers for both below.

Too Dangerous by Bethany Lopez

(The Lewis Cousins, #5)
Contemporary Romance

Jasmine's worked hard to get where she is, a tough, savvy woman in a male dominated business.

Shane's just trying to get by. Trying to build a life for himself away from the pitfalls of his past.

She's always kept him at arm’s length, afraid to ignite the passion that sparks whenever he's near.

He does everything in his power to remind her of what she's missing.

Now, Shane needs a wife, and Jazzy's the only one who can help him.


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February 26, 2019

Release & Review: The Last Letter

The right words can save your life.

For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult... A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy’s sister through their letters and returns home from Afghanistan with a secret that could destroy their fragile relationship. Don’t miss THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros! Grab your copy today!




Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan


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“Ella.” It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.

“You don’t see me like that. I totally get it.” She reached for the TV remote.

“How exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.” I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She’d opened this box and had better well dish it.

She huffed in annoyance. “You see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie’s mom. And of course you do, because that’s what I am. A mom with two kids.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. Her motherhood—that selfless devotion she had to her kids—was one of her most attractive attributes.

She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.

“You don’t think I want you.”

She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. “You know, you’re right. It’s late.” She faked a yawn. “Suuuuuuper late.”

“I want you.” Damn, it felt so good to say the words.

“Yeah, okay.” She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. “Please don’t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.”

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.

I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.

Home.

“Holy shit, you move fast.” There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.

“Not in every arena,” I promised.

Her lips parted.

“Ella. I want you.”

“Beckett…you don’t have to.”

Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.

I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.

“Feel this?” Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.

My dick throbbed, knowing everything I’d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.

“Beckett.” Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I’ve got a great imagination.”

She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. “Ella, you have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. “What do you mean if things were different?” Her eyes flew wide. “Is this because I have kids?”

“What? No. Of course not. It’s because you’re Ryan’s little sister.” Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.

“Because…I’m Ryan’s little sister,” she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. “And you think he’d, what? Haunt you?”

Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.

I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.

“Beckett?”

“When I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.”

“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her knees again.

“I took it immediately because I knew if I didn’t, chances were I wouldn’t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing—there weren’t second chances.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t touch you, can’t talk about it, because I’m afraid I’ll act on it.”

“And why does that matter if I want you to?”

“Because I won’t get a second chance. And I’m crap with people, with relationships. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I’ve slept with. And chances are I’d do something to screw this up, because it’s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.”

That O popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she’d let me—that she wanted it—sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.

“And when I’d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You’d be on your own again, because there’s no chance you’d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.”

“And there it is.”

“There it is. You’re Ryan’s little sister.”

“There were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.” She reached for the remote.

“I’m well aware.”

“So if Ryan were still alive…” She shot one last look at me.

I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. “Everything would be different.”

“Everything?”

“Everything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?”

“You mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?”

“Something like that.”

She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. “That leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I’m not letting you walk out that door right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it’s for the good of the other person.”

Damn, the woman knew me.

“So movie it is,” I agreed. “Just…stay on your side of the couch.”

“I wasn’t the one who crossed the center line,” she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.

Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying…the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn’t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.

That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.

But I didn’t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn’t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.




"This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!" - Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

"Hands down, the best book I've read all year." - Fic Wishes




I knew going in to this that it was going to be a moving story. The title defines that. What the author delivers is so much more that what you may be expecting. Beckett's story of redemption and Ella's story of unbelievable strength will leave you with just a few tissues in it wake.

Beckett/Chaos's best friend and Ella's brother dies in the military. His last letter asks Beckett to look after his baby sister. Beckett starts that journey but there are secrets, and huge emotional walls to conquer. And two adorable children caught in the mix. All of this takes place in an idyllic setting in the mountains of Colorado.

The story is told through letters as well as dual POV in real time. The book is full of emotion and love and so much sacrifice. I won't give spoilers but the last few chapters of the book will absolutely wreck you.

Brilliant writing. Interesting characters. The epilogue was just perfect. When something is so emotionally moving, it's hard to say I loved it because it's not that kind of story. Is it worth the read----any day.

*Complimentary copy provided for an honest review.



Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for sixteen years.

When she's not writing, she's tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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February 25, 2019

Release Blitz: Pride Elite Seven

They are chosen, their character and ability will be tested... 

Are you ready for more?



PRIDE BY J.D. HOLLYFIELD 

AN ELITE SEVEN IS LIVE!

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The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

But who said the devil was a he?

In my world, she was out to cause havoc on all our lives.

She’ll use the one thing I care most about to control me—force me into her Elite world, filled with sin, deceit, and power. And under her spell, I’ll lead a sinister brotherhood of seven at one of the most prestigious universities in New Orleans.

Seven tasks set forth by the devil herself, promising nothing less than the forbidden fruit of power. What they don’t understand is it will all end in bloodshed and regret.

They call me the alpha. The one in charge. The one with pride bigger than any task I could be given. And my pride won’t let me be anywhere but at the top of the food chain until she gives me what I truly want.

My task is Meghan Thorne.

She’s too pure for me to touch, too good for me to ruin—and the only thing standing in my way to freedom.

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak...they’re for The Elite.

As they say, pride comes before the fall.

I am Mason Blackwell.

I am Pride.





The Elite Seven

7 AUTHORS.
7 STORIES.
7 DEADLY SINS.


Since 1942, The Elite Seven Society have created and guided influential leaders, molding the country into something better. This society was birthed by Malcom Benedict, II who wanted more for Americans.  More wealth.  More influence.  More power. Some leaders have the skills, but not the influence, and that simply wasn’t fair according to Mr. Benedict. He invested his own money and time to construct a society that bred the best of the best, year after year.
But to be the best, you must be ruthless.

Good leaders make sacrifices.  Sometimes the sacrifices are hard, but the rewards are plentiful.  Mr. Benedict made sure to indulge these leaders with their utmost desires.  A devout Catholic himself, he designed a society that rewarded his leaders with the sins that were frowned upon.  If they were giving up love and happiness and joy for the betterment of the country, they deserved something in its stead.

Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.

Choosing leaders for this society means that it takes intense focus.  Only seven are to be selected, and the investments and time are showered upon the new seven chosen every four years.  The predecessors of each group of seven choose people who fit the sin that will mold them into who they are needed to be in the future—what America needs them to be.  This is after a detailed study of many potential candidates.  The university’s acting dean behaves as a liaison for the society bringing the college applicants to the predecessors so that the selection may begin.  The society members who are going out will bring forth a candidate that the society votes on and approves.

After they are chosen, the initiates are given a token and an invitation to initiation.  The initiation will be a test to their character and ability to do what’s right for the betterment of the society.  Once the initiates pass their test, they are discreetly branded with the mark of the society, and are groomed through challenges during the course of their elite education to breed them into the influential people they were meant to be.

Once in The Elite Seven, there is no getting out. The money and power are their reward. Should they choose to stray or break the rules, the society strips them of everything.  Anything they once had will be removed.  Opportunities will never arise.  They will no longer have the support of the society.  To this day, there have been no known occurrences of anyone from the society having to be banished.  This elite group of people are what every young man and woman aspire to be a part of.  While the group is a secret society, they are whispered about amongst the privileged folks in the country.  Anyone who is anyone knows of the group and secretly hopes it’s their son or daughter who are selected, for good fortune is showered on the family for decades to come.





Lust: NOW LIVE 


I was born with wealth, athletic ability, and looks that could melt the panties off a nun.

I had a clear path to success.

Until fate dealt me a cruel blow, leaving me empty and in need of purpose.

My only focus now is to become part of The Elite—a secret society in one of the most prestigious colleges in the world.

But everything comes at a price, and with The Elite, you have to earn your place.

Lucky for me, being sinful is in my DNA.

The only obstacle to full initiation is my task: seduce the un-seducible, the forbidden, and lure her with the sins of the flesh.

Easy for a man like me…in theory.

She started as my task, but what happens when the lines between lust and love blur, and the need for power rages war with the need for her?

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak—they’re for The Elite.

This is my life, my chance, my legacy.

I am Rhett Masters.

I am Lust.

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Pride: Releasing February 25th




The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

But who said the devil was a he?

In my world, she was out to cause havoc on all our lives.

She’ll use the one thing I care most about to control me—force me into her Elite world, filled with sin, deceit, and power. And under her spell, I’ll lead a sinister brotherhood of seven at one of the most prestigious universities in New Orleans.

Seven tasks set forth by the devil herself, promising nothing less than the forbidden fruit of power. What they don’t understand is it will all end in bloodshed and regret.

They call me the alpha. The one in charge. The one with pride bigger than any task I could be given. And my pride won’t let me be anywhere but at the top of the food chain until she gives me what I truly want.

My task is Meghan Thorne.

She’s too pure for me to touch, too good for me to ruin—and the only thing standing in my way to freedom.

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak...they’re for The Elite.

As they say, pride comes before the fall.

I am Mason Blackwell.

I am Pride.



Wrath: Pre-order now available

I’m a motherless son to a father who hates me. Fury has lived and breathed in my black heart for so long, it’s a part of my soul now. The only thing that’s ever mattered to me is protecting my twin sister, Sabella, from my father’s temper.

So when the chance to join a secret society presents itself, there’s no question I’ll do whatever it takes to become a member and earn my place in the ranks of only the most Elite.

With a taste for the deviant, I’m drawn to the darkest of desires, and no one ever leaves my bed unscathed.

My task: seduce Patience Noelle, St. Augustine’s sweetheart and the mayor’s beloved daughter—then break her heart.

Sinning is what I live for, and deviance is my passion. Failing has never been an option.

But what happens when my sin becomes my curse—when destroying the only woman I’ve ever wanted is my key to protecting my sister?

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak...they’re for The Elite.

This isn’t just my chance, it’s my legacy and reckoning.

I am Samuel Gunner.

I am WRATH

WRATH by Claire C. Riley 
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Envy: Releasing March 25th


It was temptation that broke the sinner.

People say I have everything.

They’re wrong.

I may have looks, money, and privilege, but I don’t have the one thing that really matters, the one thing I crave: a woman with eyes only for me.

I’m searching for my woman—one who will fall to her knees because I’m her king. She’ll wear the crown of my tarnished name, and long for me when I’m not near. And when I am close, she’ll be naked across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm across her milky skin.

You could say I’m a sinner because I’d do anything to have the perfect woman—compliant to my every need and whim—and I’m envious of every couple who walks around naive to the luxury they have.

That’s why I joined The Elite, the most prestigious brotherhood in the south.

It’s the one place that will give me what I cannot have.

Only…the task assigned to me is too much for my jealous eyes.

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak...they’re for The Elite.

Those who envy have no peace.

My name is Sabastian Westbrook.

I am Envy.

ENVY by M.N Forgy


 


Greed: Releasing April 8th


I was born into a world of darkness—one that never touched me when I was around my brother, Mason Blackwell. Leader of The Elite Seven. The thing about darkness, though, is it’s persistent. Eventually, it pushes itself into my life, penetrating my soul and leaving its stench latched to every vein, rooted inside every bone, and sunken into every pore. I thought I reached rock bottom when I fell in love with my brother’s best friend. My very own brand of drug with no comedown. My own nightmare I never woke from. But I was wrong. So very wrong. When I returned to New Orleans, I arrived as a shell of the girl they once knew. Put on a smile. Be the sweet innocent girl they remember.

I’m Evie Blackwell, hostage to my demons. Can the damned be saved?

I’ve done some unforgivable acts in my years, but I never asked for forgiveness. Nothing beats the feeling of wrapping my hand around someone’s throat and watching as their life bleeds down their cheeks. She was everything I should have stayed away from. The first night I saw her, I knew I was doomed—a slave to the girl with the pretty eyes and soft smile. The girl who turned out to be my best friend's baby sister. I couldn’t stay away. I had to be near her, even if it meant ruining her in the process. I wanted to wreck her, so I could piece her back together—a puzzle only I knew how to solve.

I’m Micah Dixon.

Greed.

I come for everything and get everything I come for—and I want all of her. But she’s changed, and so have I.

I’m much, much worse now…


GREED By Amo Jones


 


Gluttony: Releasing April 22nd


My life has been served to me on a gold platter to be devoured by my silver spoon.

Money, money, and more money. It’s the backbone of the Goddard name. I’m the only son, so it’s all mine for the taking.

But sometimes money isn’t enough. I always want more, yet nothing seems to satisfy me.

My father has made sure I become a part of The Elite Seven. Where most candidates are chosen, I was given my place. Everything comes at a price, though. Luckily, I can afford any price—no one has more money than God.

The Elite Seven have their initiations. My assignment is personal and beneath me: steal a car and send a warning. It’ll hurt my best friend in the process, but we both made a pact going into this. There’s no line we won’t cross.

My task makes an ugly turn and I nearly take a life. Such a small, unimportant person—someone no one would even notice was gone. She’s a problem my money and power can easily sweep under the rug.

It’s what my father wants. It’s what my brothers want. But when she finally opens those big, innocent brown eyes, I realize I’ve found what I’ve been searching for my entire life. I don’t want my little problem to disappear…I want to keep her.

Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak—they’re for The Elite.

Money is my legacy, but I want something money can’t buy.

I am Baxter Samuel Goddard V.

I am Gluttony.

GLUTTONY by K. Webster


 


Sloth: Releasing May 13th


I don’t give a fuck.

Not about money or fame, beauty or power. I’ve had all those things since birth, and trust me, they’re a fucking snooze.

I don’t give a fuck about anyone, not even myself.

Until my father proves evil can exist in the most holy of places. For the first time ever, something like interest stirs in my soul.

He wants me to enroll at St. Augustine.

Join The Elite.

Court the virginal daughter of Archbishop Savoie.

Prove to him I’m worth the family name.

I’ll do it all.

And I’ll do it so well, no one will know what’s coming. People are so quick to underestimate the wicked and lazy.

They forget idle hands are the best tools for the devil’s work.

I am Rush Dempsey.

I am Sloth.

SLOTH By Giana Darling






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