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Morning BookWorld

What are you reading or listening to this morning or this week? Me I’m sipping a pink drink and playing The Rule Book by Jennifer Blackwood. On #Scribd audiobook Hope everyone is having a great reading day.

Book Promotion: The Healer by HL Griton

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#ReleaseBlitz: The Healer by H.L. Girton @hlgirton @rrrpromotion@readreviewrpt

 

#NewRelease Available Now!

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Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Series: An Accalia Series Novella

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I was nothing, a washed up, useless nobody to them. The angered look that permanently etched my face wasn’t new for any of them. The resting bitch face was something that defined me, Davina, the spoiled, unhappy, selfish brat. I suppose they were right about that. I really wasn’t a happy go lucky girl. I didn’t carry around a cheery disposition. I didn’t grow up showered with love and affection or dolls and ponies. I wasn’t a pampered princess like that.

 

No. I was raised with wolves.

 

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Book Promo: Hate Love by Sarah May and Katie Ford LIVE NOW ON AMAZON!!!!!

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He’s my billionaire boss.
A CEO among CEOs.
Charismatic.
Commanding.
And absolutely merciless.
Plus he’s got naughty pictures of me that show absolutely everything.
I hate him.
I love him.
He drives me insanely crazy and up the wall.
What do I do now?
I’ve gotta get those pictures back.
But there’s only a few things he’ll take–
My brains.  My body.  My curvy innocence …
Because love is the flip side of hate.

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Book Review: The Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw

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Title: The Wicked Deep

Author: Shea Ernshaw

Publisher: Simion Pulse

Rating: 4 stars

Synopsis:

Welcome to the cursed town of Sparrow…

Where, two centuries ago, three sisters were sentenced to death for witchery. Stones were tied to their ankles and they were drowned in the deep waters surrounding the town.

Now, for a brief time each summer, the sisters return, stealing the bodies of three weak-hearted girls so that they may seek their revenge, luring boys into the harbor and pulling them under.

Like many locals, seventeen-year-old Penny Talbot has accepted the fate of the town. But this year, on the eve of the sisters’ return, a boy named Bo Carter arrives; unaware of the danger he has just stumbled into.

Mistrust and lies spread quickly through the salty, rain-soaked streets. The townspeople turn against one another. Penny and Bo suspect each other of hiding secrets. And death comes swiftly to those who cannot resist the call of the sisters.

But only Penny sees what others cannot. And she will be forced to choose: save Bo, or save herself.

Review:

This was one of those books that, is a slow start, but once it got going, it really got going. When the story starts we meet Penny, who was born and raised in the town of Sparrow, So she grew up knowing about the “myth” of the Swan sisters. Were every summer girls run the risk of being body snatched and the boys run the risk of losing their lives. I know right it seems like it is something straight out of folklore. But it is not because every summer bodies are found floating. Penny is a strong believer in the curse of the Swan sisters. And after reading this I plan on taking the local lure seriously from here on out.

Penny is such a believer that she tends to stay away from, everything surrounding the pre Swan season rituals. But this year for the sake of her best friend Rose she goes, And while there she meets Bo (Love his name)  an outsider with his own agenda. And to me, they make a perfect pair. Though some may say that they feel in love too quickly, I say that their attraction kind of starts as summer crush territory. And with the summer romance vibe, Penny does everything to keep Bo safe from the time they meet until the summer solstice to arrive.

Now what I like most was the twist the story took, when the sisters started to reveal themselves.   And when we are shown two out of the three, as the reader I was trying to figure out who the third sister is. Like could it be this one or that one? That was one of the est parts to me. Was trying to figure it out. And oh when I read what was actually going on and for how long it was going on.

Now the story just does not just stay in the present. The author took us to the story of the Swan sisters and how the lure of the came to be. We learned how and why it came to be. And my heart broke for the sisters. Because they had their lives taken because of weak minded men and women blaming women for their husbands stupidity. In that a reason why I get that they would come back and seek revenge, cause hell I would do it too. Because it is like they are coming back after the descendants of the people who killed them, give or take. So yeah I get it.

But back to the story, Everything this Swan season changes and a “witch hunt” begins to take place amongst the teenagers of the town. So now it is not just Penny protecting Bo, but Bo protecting Penny.

And as the story is wrapping up we learn that there is a way to end the curse and we learn who figured it out and how. It brings the entire story full circle and answers a lot of unanswered questions, that we may have not thought about throughout the book, for which I’m glad about.

Recommendation:

So if you have to ask me if I’m going to recommend this your crazy, of course, I am. This story pulls you in and doesn’t let you go until the last page.

 

Book Promotion: Captive (The White Stealth Clan 2) By Sarah Stein

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Captive (The White Stealth Clan, #2)
by #SarahStein
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Blurb:
All Denyse Blake’s life she’s yearned for her alpha, Worwick, that is until Joseph Delane appears. After warning Worwick away from Analyse so she could claim him, she gets kidnapped along with two other pack members by rogue werewolves. She has to fight. If not for herself, then for the family she’s always had.

Joseph can never seem to control his beast. When the other wolves decide to break into the nearest pack’s camp, he doesn’t expect to seize anyone, especially the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. It’s a never-ending battle with his beast, torment or protect his mate.

Can they set aside their differences to be together?

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Book Promotion: Tattered By Brooke O’Brien

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Title: Tattered

Duet: A Tattered Duet #2

Author: Brooke O’Brien

Release Date: March 30, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Cover Art © Najla Qamber, Najla Qamber Designs

Goodreads: bit.ly/TatteredGR

 

Blurb:

Maverick Night is bad news. He made me want things I knew I shouldn’t but did.

 

Now my brother’s best friend is back, but we are both different people. Time changed us.

 

I crave the way my heart beat when he used to look at me, how it felt to be in his arms. Nothing good will come from opening myself up to him.

 

I just hope my tattered heart can take it if he walks away again.

 

TORN and TATTERED are companion novellas to the Heart’s Compass series. You do NOT need to read the Heart’s Compass books in order to enjoy the Tattered Heart duet, however, it is highly recommended that you read Torn first.

 

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Tattered Reviews:

“With the ending to the last book, Brooke tore my heart out. With this one, she put it back together. Her words flowed together seamlessly in a perfect ending (or beginning) for Ryan and Maverick.” – Kacie, Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty

 

“I loved this second chance romance and how both Ryan and Maverick have grown! Amazing duet and I can’t wait for more from this group of friends!” – Patricia, Words We Love By Blog

 

“What I really loved about this duet is that love does endure. Love does fight. And the heart, no matter how torn and tattered it was left, will be mended by the one that it calls for.” – Suzanne, Goodreads Reviewer

 

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In the Duet:

Torn (A Tattered Duet #1)

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Author Bio:

Brooke O’Brien is the author of the Heart’s Compass series. She recently released the second book of the Heart’s Compass series, Lost Before You.

 

Growing up Brooke always had a love of writing; she started out writing poetry when she was young and began journaling her thoughts as she grew older. Diving headfirst into a good book has always been therapeutic for her. Now her two passions have collided.

 

She believes you can cure any bad day with chocolate. Brooke enjoys going on long drives with no destination in mind. She’s found that’s when her characters talk to her the most! If she’s not reading or writing, you’ll probably find her spending time with her family, watching NBA basketball, going to the movies, or collecting signed paperbacks.

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Book Promotion: Sparks Fly By Lauren Runow

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Synopsis:

Everly wasn’t excited over her impending meeting with the enigmatic Prince Sage. Being one of only four women from whom the Prince gets to choose in marriage was never something she valued. Her goal was to politely and elegantly remove herself from a forced wedding due to long-standing traditions. Handsome Prince or not, she won’t marry for anything but love.

Once Sage proceeds to the next candidate, Everly finally feels she can move forward with her life. On her own terms. That is, until she receives a mysterious request, asking her to solve a riddle, taking her on a night she’ll never forget.

A fervent adventure ensues, and attraction builds as the excitement of the night unfolds. Sparks fly in more ways than one just as she finds out who’s stealing her heart.

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Excerpt:
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The motorcycle comes to life when we climb back on, and a noise rumbles in my ears. Sounds of someone striking a match then crazy laughter bounces around inside my helmet. There wasn’t music playing on our way here so when I hear, “Let the sparks fly,” said through the earphones before a hard guitar riff slams through the speakers, my heart beats with anticipation.

The song works its way up to the male singer yelling, “There’s no such thing as maybe,” and now I know what he meant by that statement when I first hopped on.

He nods to his friends, and they speed off, both guys pulling a wheelie but thankfully mine keeps the tires on the ground.

We ride away from the airstrip to the opposite side of town. Once on a country road, the three of them play, racing around each other. One stands on his bike as it speeds down the road, while the other flips it forward doing a front wheelie stop before spinning it around in the middle of the street in front of us.

My guy slams on the breaks; narrowly avoiding him before yanking on the throttle, and in one swift movement pulls the bike up on its back wheel. I yelp in fear, holding on for dear life, and when the front touches back down, an adrenaline rush I’ve never felt runs through my veins as I shriek in joy. I’m so high on life that I pull him in tighter to me, asking him to do it again.

He nods in acknowledgment, letting go of one handlebar to grip my hand, pulling my arms even tighter around him. When he lets go of my hand, I hold on to his for a second too long, moving lower on his waist, and I swear something hard and long catches my attention.

His gruff laughter confirms my thoughts, but before I can say anything, he pulls the front tires off the ground and up in the air. Freedom, excitement, and exhilaration don’t even come close to explaining the thrill of the experience.

The twinkling lights of the stadium just outside of town come into view, and they all make the left turn to head that direction simultaneously. Only a few of the parking lot lights are on, but otherwise, the place is empty.

They pull directly up to the fence that leads onto the field. The engines go silent, and we climb off the bikes. I go to remove my helmet, but he stops me before I can, turning me, so my back is to the stadium and handing me a mask similar to theirs.

“This place has cameras. Are you ready to be one of us?” he asks, his face showing no emotion through the mask, but his voice full of devilry.

The thin, white, almost foam-like mask lies flimsily in his hands. I glance down at it and then back at him in question. He starts to pull off the back, demonstrating how it works. I remove my helmet before taking it from him, peeling the rest away before he helps me position it on my face. His hands softly press around the edges of the foam, making sure it’s secure. With every touch he gets closer, moving slower while we stand in silence.

My breath hitches when he stops, leaning in slightly like he’s going to press his lips to mine but stops short, saying, “May I kiss you?”

“I, I don’t, but… ” I stutter, so damn flustered and unsure of how to respond. “W-who are you?” I blurt out.

“Does it really matter who I am?” he questions silkily before finally making his move, encasing me in his strong, powerful arms for a brief moment, before opening his mouth, sweeping his tongue with mine, and pulling me in even closer.

My body ignites in his arms, and my knees go weak from his touch.

He pulls away before I’m ready, whispering in my ear, “Now that we’ve felt sparks fly, let’s go watch them.”

I shake my head in confusion but am unable to say anything before I’m whisked away. Meeting back up with the other two guys, who have removed the locks on the gate, we’re able to open them enough to get by.

One of them carries the backpack I noticed tied to his motorcycle while we all walk toward the center of the field. My guy reaches for my hand while saying to the other, “Joey, lights.”

He nods his response and runs off toward a building, slipping out of sight in the darkness surrounding us. I expect to be able to see more but instead, the few lights creeping in from the parking lot, go out.

With nothing other than the stars to guide our way, I look up, noticing how intense they shine out here, away from the city without anything to overshadow their strength.

With my hand in his, we move in silence to the middle of the field. Once there, the one with the backpack sets it on the ground and starts unloading sticks of some sort. Taking his time, he lines up one after another, evenly spacing them.

“What are those?” I ask, stepping forward to get a better view.

“Fireworks. Are you ready?” he asks, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “To watch the sparks fly?”

My heart flutters, and my breath hitches from his closeness.

“Light it up!” he yells to his friend once he pulls away.

In no time, a fuse is lit, and within seconds, crackling sounds echo around me before flares shoot up about ten feet in the air, illuminating the space around us for a few seconds.

Joey walks back to join us and produces a portable speaker from his backpack. “Did someone say light it up?” he asks while scrolling through his phone.

“Hell yeah!” the other one yells as he ignites the end of another firecracker. “Light up the sky!” he sings in tune with the song that Joey played as another burst of color explodes only a few feet above us.

I turn to my guy. “Are you all obsessed with Thousand Foot Krutch or what?” I ask, referencing our soundtrack for the night.
He leans down, swooping me in his arms and holding me close. It’s dark all around us, but the moon shines off his white mask, reminding me I still have no clue who he is. But right here, right now, I would not change this moment for the world.

“Just about as obsessed as I am with a girl who sits on top of rocks at The Ridge,” he says, studying me.

I flinch, taken aback by his comment. I put my hand up to his chest, putting some space between us. “Wait, you watch me?” I’m not sure if I should be flattered or freaked out.

It doesn’t seem to faze him. “Why do you think you’re here right now? I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I wasn’t intrigued by you.”

“Intrigued?” I ask, not sure what he meant by the comment.

“Yes. You always appeared so deep in thought, so free. I was curious what you thought about. Who you are.”

I pause as I take in his statements. Even Jeannine thinks it’s odd I sit there by myself as long as I do. At this moment, I get the sensation that someone finally gets me. He understands my need to be alone to clear my thoughts. But I still don’t understand. “So you brought me here to see who I was?”

“No, I brought you here to see if my intuition was right about you.”

“Intuition?”

“I needed to know if you would be down for anything. I got this vibe that you were bored with life and desired more.”

I lean back in, digging where this conversation is going. I’m sick of the same boring guys I’ve been dating with no adventure in their lives. So far, this has been the most interesting night I’ve had in a long time, if not ever.

“And you can give that to me?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“With the right person by my side, the possibilities are endless.”
I arch a brow. “So you think I’m the right person?”

“That’s yet to be determined, but the fact that you’re here is a huge first step.”

We stare at each other in silence for a long, heated moment, and I find myself leaning toward him, suddenly desperate to feel his lips on mine again. But the moment is shattered when the boom of a firework shoots up, high in the sky in a long stream before exploding around us.

Both of us look up in surprise. He holds onto my shoulders, moving me slightly to the side so he can address his friend.

“What the fuck, Joey?” he growls, approaching him.

“Shit, I thought these were all shorter ones. I swear I didn’t know we had any big ones like that,” he states, holding up his hands in surrender.

His body language screams tension, but not at his friend, more the situation in general. He turns to his other friend. “Thoughts?”

“We should bail. The lights going out were risky enough.”

He doesn’t reply, just nods, grabbing my hand as he heads out of the stadium. The other two quickly pack up the rest of the fireworks and are by our side by the time we get to the motorcycles.

Everyone’s quiet, only moving with extreme purpose. Each of them oozes a sense of masculinity and authority I’ve never experienced. The trepidation of possibly getting caught sends chills down my spine, making my heart race. I hold on tightly when the tires squeal, and we speed down the road.

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