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Hi I'm Janna and I am a book whore! I started this blog after being a part of another for years. While being a big blog may be nice I like to stay true to me having a love for books, that's why I blog. I love books and I want to share that love with my readers of this blog. I love to read, books are my escape and a huge part of my life besides my husband and two children. I am honest and sometimes sassy in my reviews but never mean. Some of my favorite authors include Kristen Ashley, Penelope Douglas, T.M. Frazier, M.N. Forgy, Rachel Van Dyken, Meghan March and Vi Keeland to only name a few!


Sunday, April 17, 2016

Release Blitz! Worthy Of The Harmony By R.C. Martin



She is guarded. She is inspirational. She is worthy of more than an encore. He is alluring. He is confident. He is more than she ever bargained for. Her stubbornness battles against his persistence… His optimism outshines her resistance… And their song plays on. Sage McCoy has always been the type of guy who goes after what he wants. For years, what he’s desired most is to see his band, Mountains & Men, become more than Saturday night entertainment at a local bar. He swears he’ll chase that dream until it comes true, or he’ll die trying. Now, he senses that he and his mates are on the precipice of something amazing, and he’s never wanted anything more. Except, perhaps, Millicent Valentine—the woman he craves above all others. Millicent Valentine believes in one absolute truth: Men always leave. Yet, despite her belief that Sage will eventually tire of her, she can’t help but indulge her desire for him. She makes up her mind that he can have her body, but he isn’t allowed her heart. Though, she never anticipated that the leading man of Mountains & Men would be so much more than the arrogant little shit she imagined him to be. [Worthy of the Harmony is a continuation to Encore Worthy, so make sure you read that first! This is the second of four installments revolving around Sage and Millie. Intended for audiences 18+ years of age due to explicit language and sexual content.]

Ok if you have not read Encore Worthy stop reading this review right this very second, read it and then you have my permission to not just continue reading this review but Worthy Of The Harmony as well.  Hey you, yes you!  Did you not read what I just wrote because I am not going to be held in any way shape or form accountable if you proceed without taking that advice, I get blamed for enough stuff already so I will not let you blame me if you don’t heed that tid bit of advice, or okay let’s be honest that order I gave a few sentences back.


So is Worthy Of The Harmony worthy?  Hell yes it is!  I love a rocker romance; I love one that is hot even more.  What I really love though, is when it is so much more than just a book about a rock star and whatever woman knocks him on his ass.  Worthy Of The Harmony was funny, it was intense, it was sweet and it was sexy.  Despite my ordering people to not be surprised if I ruined anything for them I actually plan on ending this review with a few more sentences.  I didn’t and couldn’t put this book, I was hooked from the very first words until the very last.  R.C. Martin has done a marvelous job at making this book whore fall in love with these characters and crave to read even more.  Worthy Of The Harmony will have you fall in love with rocker romances all over again.











"RC Martin has me hooked on this series!  This is honestly one of my top reads this year so far and I don't see that changing."  ~Goodreads Reviewer
"5 harmonious stars!! Beautiful and sexy... I was hooked from page one!" ~Alpha Book Club
Sage
I draw in a deep breath as sleep slips out of my grasp and then blow it all out as I peek open one eye. The sun, which is already high in the sky, is pouring through the curtain of my window. I usually close the blinds before I go to bed to prevent this kind of morning greeting; but when I open my other eye and look at the reason I forgot, I could give a fuck.

Millie’s on her side facing me, her arms curled up against her chest, her legs tangled with mine. Her long, ashy brown hair is fanned out across my pillows, leaving her face on display for me to admire. She’s so damn beautiful, I could stare at her all morning. Or, rather, all afternoon. I like how she’ll sleep well past noon on a Sunday, as if that’s what Sundays were intended for. 

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a repeat guest in my bed. Most of my hookups don’t happen here at all, but I meant what I said last night. I like having her here. I also liked having her at the show last night. When she came backstage with Violet after our set, it was like my whole body was abuzz with the reminder that I want this girl. This woman. I haven’t yet taken her out on a real date, just the two of us. She still seems reluctant to go there with me. But this is a battle I intend to win. And soon. I want more of her—more of her smart-ass mouth, more of her sexy giggle, more of her drop dead gorgeous face. Fuck, I sound like a pussy. 

I don’t even give a shit. 

I drape my arm around her and draw her closer, wishing to feel her warm skin pressed against mine. I sure as hell want more of this body all over me. She’s hands down, dick up, the best lay I’ve ever had. Every damn time. 

I lean over and press a kiss against her bare shoulder and she sighs, stirring up my dick. A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth as I kiss her again, making my way toward her neck. She squirms, nestling herself closer to me, her thigh brushing against my cock. I pull her even closer and nibble on the soft, fragrant skin just below her jaw. She tastes both salty and sweet, her skin still sticky from our tumble in the sheets early this morning. I can smell the lingering trace of vanilla that she wears, too.

“If you leave a mark, I’ll kick your ass,” she mumbles, her lips grazing my throat. The sound of her morning voice, raspy from sleep, has my cock’s full attention.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm,” she hums.

“And if I do it where no one will see it?” 

As soon as the words pass through my lips, I duck my head and latch onto the side of her boob. I bite while I suck and she gasps, her hands finding their way into my hair. I pull away and admire the pink mark I’ve left, then smile when I look up at her. Her lips are parted, her breathing slightly ragged, and her eyes are barely open. I know right away that it’s lust I see in her hooded gaze and not exhaustion. I decide to take it upon myself to change that.



I'm a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.

 








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