Break by Amanda Stone Cover reveal

BREAK by USA Today Bestselling author Amanda Stone

Title: BREAK

Author: Amanda Stone

Release: Spring 2014

Genre: New Adult

Cover by Sarah Hansen - Okay Creations

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There are paths we take in life that lead us to where we are supposed to be—where we are meant to be all along. I didn’t know that my journey, which had been filled with so much pain and so much all-consuming rage, would lead me to her.

She is my salvation. My undoing. My reason for breaking…

Storm Messer has just graduated college. But instead of spending the summer traveling, like she had intended, she finds herself dumped by her boyfriend and working for her parents at their family’s prestigious restaurant.

Ryker Noakes had every intention of going away to college until he lost the one person who kept him grounded. Now five years later he finds himself spending his days working as a mechanic, and his nights working off his aggression over things he cannot change as an underground MMA fighter.

Neither could have known that a chance meeting would spark up a friendship that would lead to an undeniable romance. But when they find out their pasts collide, it threatens to destroy any future they may have together.

Breaking isn’t always a bad thing. — As long as you have the right person to put you back together.

Amanda Stone is the author of the USA Today Bestselling book, Breathe into Me. She was born and raised in the foothills of eastern Kentucky. She loves being from, and living in, this beautiful state so much that she decided to move to a small little town that is—no pun intended—called, Lovely.

Amanda is currently living out her, happily ever after, with her reformed bad boy hubby, their two wild little kidlets, and a house full of critters. (Technically, its two dogs and a cat, but if it was up to her husband, those numbers would be drastically larger.)

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Ryker guided me backward, pushing me until my back was flush against the cool wood siding of the house. He leaned in closer, his scent engulfing me—consuming me. “Storm,” he huskily whispered. “Close your eyes.”

As if I had no control over myself, my body did as he commanded and my eyes drifted shut. I heard the creak of wood giving as he placed each of his hands on either side of my head. Even with my eyes closed I knew how close he was to me. His breaths were softly blowing against my lips. Out of habit, my tongue slipped from between my lips, moistening them in anticipation. I heard a low growl rumble up from Ryker’s chest and he placed forehead against mine.

“Ryke…” I began, but he silenced me by gently placing his finger against my lips.

“I don’t know why you fight this, Storm.” He huffed and pulled his face away from mine. “I know you feel it. You feel how right this is.” He tenderly grasped my chin in his hand, turning my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. He ran his lips over my burning skin before placing a soft kiss where my shoulder and neck meet. My body shivered at his touch and he pulled away again. “You see, your body knows what it wants. Damn, Storm, even your heart knows what it wants. But you let your head get in the way of all that. You let your head lead you, and, baby, its leading you the wrong way.”

He leaned closer to my ear. “Just stop thinking. Stop thinking and feel. Feel how your breathing becomes erratic when I do this.” He ran his tongue along my earlobe. “Feel how your heart speeds up when I tell you how unbelievably sexy you are, and how you have me in pain just thinking about being inside you again.” He paused, and I stayed quiet, listening to his uneven breaths. “Feel how your skin tingles when I touch you.” He ran his hand down my side, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I do that to you. Me. Why fight this? Why fight something that feels so undeniably right? You know you want me,” he growled against my lips. “And deep down, you know you’re already mine.”

*song for the scene*

Beautiful Failure by Mariah Cole cover reveal/giveaway

If you're looking for a heartwarming story about a girl who falls deeply in love with a troubled boy who changes her life--a sob story with pretty metaphors and a million ways that'll tell you how "broken" she is, STOP. Don't read another word of this.

I'm not that type of girl.

My name is Emerald Anderson and I'm not going to bullshit you: I flunked out of college after my sophomore year, I've been fired from every job I've ever taken, and I've never had a fully functioning relationship in my life.

I wish I could say that I had a cheerleader in my corner, someone who says, "No, Emerald--You're great and you are good at something!" but I don't. My grandparents are completely oblivious to my life, and my mother's dying words to me were "You're going to end up just like me one day. A beautiful nothing."

She was right.

As I decide to start my life over and take two jobs that will forever change me--one from the inside, and one from the outside, I keep my mother's words close to my heart so I can keep the sexy and mysterious Carter Black away.

He's the first man who's ever pursued me, the first man who seems bent on finding out why I am the way I am, but he's wasting his time.

I'm not broken. I don't need to be fixed. I'm perfectly fine being a beautiful failure...

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My mother was a whore. Her name was Leah Isabelle Anderson—“Leah Belle” for short, and she was one of New Jersey’s most sought after escorts. With deep green eyes that could take any man’s breath away, and skin so porcelain and smooth that it looked too perfect to touch, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Often compared to a supermodel, her raven black hair fell past her shoulders, and her naturally long eyelashes were always coifed to perfection. Growing up, I had no idea what she did with the men who picked her up in their shiny and expensive cars—the men who wore thousand dollar suits and patted me on the head while saying, “Your mom is really something special.” In a way, these strangers became the closest thing I had to a family since I never knew my father: Her regulars, Christian and William, sent me gifts every Christmas. Arnie bought me my first bike, Steve taught me how to change a tire, and her most ruthless suitor—Vincent, took me shopping for designer clothes once a month. Leah Belle—she never ever let me call her “mom,” wasn’t exactly a mother to me; she was more like an older friend. An older ‘I’ll-be-there-when-it’s-convenient’ friend. She missed every elementary school play, every middle school writing competition, and never gave a damn about my grades. At first, the involuntary loneliness bothered me, but after I created an army of invisible friends and easily accessible fantasies, I came to terms with her neglect and happily accepted any attention she was willing to give me. When I became a teenager, she started to hang around me more often—promising that she would do better, promising that she would make sure that “from here on out, [we’d] be best friends.” Since she’d run away from her parents after having me at sixteen, she made a point to never lecture or discipline me. She did however, teach me three very important lessons: 1.) “Always put tons of effort into the way you look. You need to be beautiful on the outside, no matter how fucked up you are on the inside. If you ever feel sad or depressed, suck that shit up and add more mascara.” 2.) “Don’t make friends. Make sponsors. If you can’t get anything out of someone or use them for a specific purpose, kick that person out of your life ASAP.” 3.) “Beauty wins over brains every time. Your body will always be your most important asset. Remember that.” For my fourteenth birthday, she poured me my first shot and offered me a short line of coke, saying, “Welcome to life, Em!” I shook my head at the coke—I’d read about the effects, but I happily took the red shot glass from her hand. “To the best fuckin’ daughter in the world!” She lifted her glass in the air, waiting for me to do the same, and then she ordered me to toss it back. The initial burning sensation was painful—disgusting, but in the years to come, that bitterness tasted better and better, and I looked forward to the two of us drinking together. It was the only time that she gave me her undivided attention. In those moments, I would tell her about another writing competition I’d won or how I’d received more early college scholarships. When it was her turn, she would tell me about “turning tricks” like other parents told their kids about a day at the office. “I can’t tell you how weak Ben’s dick was today,” she’d say. “I mean, I feel like I should be charging him double for the weak ass fucks he puts me through.” “You don’t enjoy it with him? Ever?” I’d ask. “No. Never with him. But he’s a sponsor, I’m getting his money, and that’s all that matters. I just lie there, scratch his back, and say ‘Harder… Harder’ to make him think I’m into it until—” “Until he cums?” “Yep.” She’d pass me a cigarette before sighing. “With him and a few others, I usually have to take a few shots beforehand to numb my mind. With the really good ones, all I have to do is relax. Sex can be fucking incredible when it’s done right…” One particular Friday, after she let one of her regulars take me shopping for a Chanel bag, I unlocked the door to our home and saw droplets of blood all over the floor. “Leah?” I set my shopping bag down. “Did you get another nose bleed?” No answer. I headed into the kitchen, looking for her usual remedies—hot tea and Q tips, but she wasn’t there. “You here?” I walked around our living room and checked all the rooms upstairs. Confused, I pulled out my cell phone and called her. No answer again. I shrugged and opened a bottle of vodka, tossing back a few shots. I figured she’d left with one of her sponsors for a quickie and would be back by the time our favorite show started. I decided to take a shower before it came on and headed into the downstairs bathroom. The second I hit the lights, my heart fell out of my chest. I wanted to believe that what I was seeing was simply a sick joke by my imagination—a twisted fantasy I’d snap out of in seconds. Pale and blue, Leah’s body lay lifeless in our tub. Her left arm was dangling over the edge, and the small velvet bag where she kept her cocaine was dangling from her fingertips. Scattered across the floor were hundreds of prescription pills and empty orange bottles that bore the names of strangers. On the vanity, there was an empty syringe and a folded note that read “For my Em…” Trembling, I rushed to her side and pressed my finger against her neck, hoping for a pulse. Nothing. I tilted her head back and tried to breathe life into her—pressing her chest with my hands every few seconds, but it was no use. She was gone. I sank down to the floor in tears—cursing her, hating her, for doing this to me. To us. I had no friends to call, no family either, so in my numb and dazed state I somehow managed to call 9-1-1. While the operator attempted to calm me down by asking me to take deep breaths, I walked over to the vanity and unfolded Leah’s last note:

Em,

I know you’re confused right now, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so fucking much… You were the only thing that made my life worth living, and I wish I was strong enough to keep that in mind…

I’m not.

I’m tired of living a lie and I haven’t been happy in a very long time… I just can’t take it anymore…

I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but the biggest regret I have is the way I raised you…I’m so sorry… This is going to be hard for you to believe—especially since I’m gone, but I need you to forget all that shit I taught you. Right now.

Fuck using your looks to get what you want. Go to college and do some good shit with your life, like write or something. You’re a good writer, you’re very smart, and you need to use your brain to get ahead. Can you promise to do that for me, Em?

Then again…It’s probably too late and I’m willing to bet that you’ll end up just like me: A beautiful nothing…

It won’t be your fault though. It’ll be—

I stopped reading and flushed that note down the toilet. Her last words were clearly written out of sadness and they were only compounding my pain. As far as I was concerned, Leah had raised me the best she could and she was far from a “beautiful nothing” in my eyes. In fact, I cherished every single thing she’d taught me. Even though I was beyond hurt that she’d selfishly left me all alone, I was determined to remember her at her best and for everything she was to me: My mother. My best friend. My role model.  

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Tessa “Rain” Donahue believed she was happy. Dancing in a burlesque show at the ‘Happy Valley Cabaret’ gave her a sense of power. Shots of tequila gave her courage. One-night-stands gave her variety. Her nights usually ended as the sun was rising. Her head held high as she walked away from a stranger’s warm bed, high heels in hand. Tessa thought she had all she ever wanted.

Reese Nichols, owner of the custom motorcycle shop ‘Deadly Seven’, was living his dream. He was his own boss, never having to answer to anyone. To him, money was no object. What he lacked, however, was something that money couldn’t buy. Reese woke up every morning knowing she was out there—his soul mate. One drunken night years ago Reese met Madame Miranda, the carnival fortune teller who instructed him on how to find the one who was meant for him. With his plan in place, Reese searched for the only one who could pass the test. Tragedy kept Reese and Tessa from realizing their fate years ago. Destiny brought them back together for another chance. Would Reese recognize that she was something special? Would Tessa figure out that it was all a test? Through it all, would they both sin for love?

I heard the drums start to boom and I knew it was time for Ginger to start her solo. She was one of my favorites to watch and I had learned so much from her since I started dancing. She had a Jane of the Jungle theme this month complete with animal noises, a huge python, and a vine to swing from. It was really going well. I turned around to watch her but what I found instead was someone watching me.

He was leaning up against the railing that overlooked the floor full of tables, while everyone else was watching the stage he was watching me. I let my eyes roam over him as he stood about fifteen feet away from me. He was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket over a simple gray teeshirt, black jeans, and black boots. He must have been just over six feet tall and his shirt and jacket weren't doing much to disguise what had to be an amazing body… How is this shit even legal? I thought to myself. Shouldn't he have to carry a badge or at least come with a warning that looking at him would lead to a bunch of conditions; increased heart rate, shallow breathing, panting like a dog, and instantly wet panties?

The drums for Ginger's dance were pounding in my ears and I swear they were speeding up to match my quickly increasing heart rate. When my gaze came back up to his face I felt a sucker punch to the chest that knocked the breath out of me. His eyes locked onto mine and it was like he was laying me open in front of him, like I couldn't hide any part of myself from him. I have never felt so naked in my entire life even though I took off all of my clothes in front of a crowd four nights a week.

"Fuck me." I sighed under my breath.

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Let Me Love~Michelle Lynn~cover reveal/giveaway

RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 27, 2014

SYNOPSIS:

A chance encounter. An undeniable connection. An unimaginable twist of fate.

Kailey’s life is crumbling. Her best friend and sister, Jen, is dying, leaving her young family devastated. With little hope of saving her, Kailey is forced to face a reality she never expected.

Trey’s life is fun and carefree. He loves the girls, his drums, and his friends. That’s not to say he isn’t continuously plagued by a difficult decision made years ago—one that changed the course of his life.

Despite the connection they make when their paths unexpectedly cross, Kailey knows her life has no room for anyone else right now. But regardless of how many times she pushes him away, Trey only fights harder to make a place for him in her life and in her heart.

Trey thought he knew heartbreak, but he had no idea until life gave him a second chance, only to snatch it away just as fast. This time he’s determined to keep his place in the life of the ones he loves.

Is there such a thing as fate? If so, can Kailey and Trey hold on to one another long enough to discover there’s no such thing as a chance encounter?

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AUTHOR BIO:

Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.

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Restore Me By Jenn Foor blog tour with review

Title: Restore Me

Author: Jenn Foor

Book 2.5 in the Kin Series

Synopsis:

Joey's POV during the events on Replace Me

We've heard Shayne and Lacey's side of the story, but now we get to here how Joey felt about everything that surrounded him finding love.
This isn't the exact story as you've already read, due to Joey having lots of secrets and problems to overcome.

Review: 

5 Amazing Brilliant Stars!!

Do not read if you are yet to read Replace Me. 

 

You know when you read a really good story and it’s from the female POV and after you have finished, you wish that you could hear what the guy (who you have usually fallen in love with) in the book was thinking and feeling, well how excited do you think  we were when we heard Jenn4 was writing Joey's novella?

 

We are all still swooning over him (and fighting over him) after Replace Me so we were jumping for joy!!!

 

We couldn't wait for his POV after everything he had been through with Lacey and once again Jenn did not disappoint. 

 

Lacey could never understand the impact that she had over my actions. She'd restored a part of me that had been locked away. My heart.

 

Joey is a player he has the reputation as a ladies man. He has it sorted, a weekly schedule of girls he can toss between the sheets or other places (lol) and walk away with no strings attached. He also likes to keep a souvenir from each of his conquests, shall we say.  It's the perfect set up for him and some of the girls. Joey doesn't do relationships and frankly doesn’t want one. His mother told him never to give his heart to a girl; she would only break it…… 

 

Moving in to his own place next door to his cousin Ford he meets Sky's best friend Lacey. Another girl he can add to his schedule, although Lacey isn't falling for his charms that normally has the ladies swooning over him. He thinks if he can just sleep with her once he can get her out of his system.

 

But Lacey gets under his skin and is about to turn his life upside down...

 

Lacey has made Joey second guess his way of life, he wants a piece of Lacey and once he gets it he begins to deal with an internal struggle, something he has never had to do with before. He's starting to develop feelings for her; he doesn't know what to do with how he is feeling, so he keeps Lacey at arm’s length.

 

Joey is fighting a losing battle with himself, the feelings he has for Lacey are real, he has never opened his soul or given his heart to another women. Although he has let Lacey in, he can't tell her how he really feels with fears he has looming. 

 

When Lacey breaks his heart he decides to accept a job offer in Italy, Lacey has now made it clear that she doesn't want him anymore so he puts his career first.

 

Whilst working in Italy he has a women throwing herself at him, Joey isn't over Lacey and can't think of being with any another women. This woman is relentless and she wants Joey and is pulling out the big guns to sleep with him. Should he sleep with her for the sake of his job and to try to get over Lacey?

 

When Lacey appears on his doorstep in Italy Joey thinks he can finally start something real but finding a way to be together and finish off his work in Italy isn't easy. They love each other fiercely but love isn't enough, and Lacey runs home scared and cuts Joey out of her life. After a long struggle with his emotions, Joey doesn't give up and finally opens up and tells Lacey exactly how he feels but living in a different country makes having the girl you want hard.  Lacey breaking Joey's heart is the only time I (Kristy) disliked Lacey.

"I'm going to fuck up at some point, because I've got no idea how to be in relationship"

 

"You're doing great"

 

"I'm so in love with you" 

 

 

Restore Me gave us an insight into who other characters in the book were and we got an look into what went on in their lives.

 

Being inside Joey's head and reading what he was feeling was awesome, to see what it was like for him to change his way of life because of one woman. We saw him dealing and coming to terms with the fact that he wanted more, learning how to express his feelings and learning loss, heartbreak and love. To say we fell in love with Joey all over again is a slight understatement. We couldn't get enough and didn't want to put this book down.

 

Our own personal thoughts

 

Kristy - I loved Joey in Replace Me. Sometimes books written again from the males POV are hard to connect with, it feels like you are reading the exact same book. Restore Me did not feel that way, I felt like I was reading a completely different book, I had some insight to who the characters were. I loved being inside Joey's head and reading what he was feeling. Seeing what it was like for him to change his way of life with women, dealing and coming to terms with the fact that he wanted more, learning how to express his feelings and learning loss, heartbreak and love. I fell in love with Joey all over again. I couldn't get enough and didn't want to put this book down once I started. 

 

Catherine - I loved Joey in Replace Me and in this book, finding out his thoughts and feelings and the emotional fight he had with himself made me want to have his babies!!!!

I loved this book, maybe more than Replace Me?!?! Maybe it's cause it's from the guys POV, I don't know but what I do know is that I can't wait for more from this series! Jenn rocks!

 

Kayla - I fell in love with Joey in Replace Me, yes he seemed cocky and so sure of himself but I always thought deep down there had to be something we were not getting from him. He was scared to have a relationship, to fall in love. He had seen how it had affected so many of his family members. When he opened up to Lacey and did manage to tell her how he felt he didn't hold back. 

 

Emma – Joey Joey Joey I was routing for him In Replace Me but reading his thoughts and feelings in this book I fell in love even more.  A player who never wanted to settle down we read about it all the time but this felt different to me, I loved how in this book he was really fighting with himself over and over but once he gave in omg was it electric.

 

Think it’s safe to say that we can't wait to get our hands on Remember Me. 

 

Combined review by Catherine, Kristy, Emma and Kayla from Six Chicks and Their Love of Books

   

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