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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!

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Blog Tour! Perfect Love By Amanda Cowen

The story that started with PERFECT SENSE continues…
Cash Brooks held a secret from Quinn that destroyed any chance they had at a happy ending.
Everything she believed their relationship to be was a lie.
Quinn left heartbroken for Harvard, unable to stop loving him even though she knew his past ruined any chance they had at a future.
Now, she’s in Boston completing her MBA and learning to move on without the only man she ever loved. Starting over isn’t easy… especially when an unlikely circumstance pulls her into Cash’s world once again. The truth will come out, hearts will be broken, and Cash will have to battle the mistakes from his past and fight for a second chance to be with the woman he loves.
Their love isn’t perfect, but will it be enough for Quinn to learn to trust him again? Or will the burden and mistakes from his past keep them apart forever?

The club is dark, deafening, and stuffed with boozing bodies…on the dance floor, in the VIP section, against the bar. I've been sitting on a blue crushed-velvet sofa, legs spread, arms draped along the back, with girls rotating on and off my lap. A DJ spins music from a small stage while my teammates celebrate our win with expensive bottle service. Jason and a few of my teammates dole out shots to a bunch of our female visitors. Of course, I'm not included, because I'm supposed to be sober. Luckily, I hid a flask inside my suit jacket to spike my Coke and limes. No one can come to this type of club sober.

When no one is paying attention, I splash some whiskey into my glass. One sip, that’s all it takes to steady my tremoring hands.

The tiny brunette on my lap keeps running her hand up and down my chest, suggestively. She smiles at me with her cat-like blue eyes focused on my crotch. She wants to fuck me. It’s obvious. She’s pretty, no doubt. Problem is, I don’t want to fuck her. And even if I did, I haven’t been able to get my dick hard enough to want to fuck someone, not even this cleavage showing vixen straddling my lap.

“Anything I can get you?” she coos in my ear.

How about a fucking time machine? Can you manage that?


I take a sip from my drink, watching another seductive smile touch her wet pink lips.

“Whiskey? Rum? Scotch...?” She pauses for a moment and bites down on her bottom lip. “Sex?”

I choke on my drink and brush her off my lap. She flops down onto the empty cushion beside me with a frown. Before I would have tossed a girl like her into the back of a limo and gotten my rocks off. Now, I just want her off of me.

“I'm going to pass on the offer.” I clear my throat and look to where Jason is doling out more shots. “Although I’m sure one of my teammates would be happy to accept.”

She blinks and then blinks again. “So you’re not going to leave here with me?”


And with that truth, I tip my drink to her, ignoring this girl’s pout about me not leaving with her, and down the whiskey-laced Coke. It’s strong, numbing, and exactly what I need to clear my head. I stand up and walk over to Alex.

“Hey! Brooks!” Jason yells over the music.

I start to reply with some similar greeting, but just behind Jason, set into the shadows of the next VIP booth, stands Theo, the Bruiser’s Marketing Manager. Also known as the biggest power tripper and dick shit I’ve ever had to work with. When Quinn was an intern for the Bruiser’s it was obvious he was attracted to her, and even though it drove me insane that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, I also couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want, Quinn? She’s smart and beautiful. She’s the whole package.

Our eyes meet and neither of us looks away. He’s sipping a drink with one of my Tornadoes teammates, but I can tell how unsurprised he is to see me here. He would love nothing more than to see my career go down in flames. And seeing him here isn’t good.

Keep it together, Cash.

“Cash Brooks,” Theo says once we are standing face to face. He takes a slow sip of his drink and glances over my shoulder at the throng of girls and booze in our section. “Look at you, right back to where you started.”

I clear my throat, feeling that familiar distaste for Theo spread along my skin from my chest out to my fingertips. “What do you want Theo?”

“Can’t an old colleague greet another at a club without an ulterior motive?” Theo takes a swig of his drink.

“Not when that old colleague is you greeting me.”

He nods, lifting his drink and taking another sip, studying me. “Did you enjoy the holidays, Brooks?”

“Holidays are for people who have a family. I didn’t enjoy shit except an empty home and Chinese takeout.”

“Oh, come on, you're Cash Brooks.” Theo nods over to the women behind me pawing my teammates in the VIP section. “You just play more, fuck more, and drink more to make everything A-Okay.”

“Screw off, Theo.” I scowl at him, then turn away. I don’t need his patronizing shit right now. I have enough regrets, and punching Theo out at a club doesn’t need to be added to my never-ending list.

“Aren’t you going to ask how my holiday went?”

I freeze, steps away from him, waiting. The way his shit-eating-smirk carries through his voice makes me struggle to keep on walking, and I suddenly become a little overwhelmed with the enormity of the question.

He knows something about Quinn.

“I spent Christmas evening at Hilton Ashby’s place,” he gloats.

Slowly, I turn around to face him and hesitate a beat before offering. “No surprise there. You’re an epic ass-kisser.” My voice remains steady as I swallow down the taste of bile. He doesn’t have to say it for me to know he saw Quinn. I’ve never felt such a tormenting mix of protectiveness, resentment, and a blinding need to drink a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain.

“Quinn was there,” he confirms and takes a long sip of his fucking drink.

Fuck. Everything.

Author Bio:
Amanda Cowen can be found eating cupcakes, singing off-key, or watching a good RomCom when she isn’t trapped on her computer writing stories and delighting her imagination. She has been writing since the ripe age of twelve about ponies and princesses in brightly colored duo-tangs with metallic pens. Thankfully, she now has a Mac with a keyboard where she can write about love, sex and relationships. She is an “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” fanatic, a hater of roller-coasters and a country music junkie. She lives in Thunder Bay, ON where the summers are short and the winters are long.
Her next Contemporary Romance/New Adult Fiction novel TAINTED (The Wyatt Series #1) will be available in Summer 2014.
Amanda would love to hear from her readers. Contact her via her website, www., become a fan on Facebook, follow her on Goodreads, or visit her blog.


Blog Tour! Racer By Katy Evans


Racer, an all-new standalone in the Real Series from New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is LIVE!

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A bad boy with something to prove.

A woman with a mission.
The race of their lives.
The love of a lifetime.
I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name—Racer Tate—but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted.
He's the fastest, fiercest driver around.
Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep...
but his smile sends me to my knees.
The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. He's secretive, reckless, elusive. But his proximity pushes me beyond reason, and his kiss....
This is our last chance to win, and he is our only hope. I'm supposed to watch him—make sure he doesn't get into trouble. But it's an impossible task. And now the one in heart wrenching, toe-curling, soul-crushing trouble is me. Because when your heart belongs to someone, their truths become your own, and their secrets become your salvation...or your curse.
He says he wants me. He says I'm the One. But he also thinks he'll break my heart, one piece at a time until it's gone.

I’m still reeling. While people approach him, he cuts a path straight to me, his gaze penetrating and target-like; making me want to bolt. His lips do that little upward tilt they do that seems so sexy, and for a second, I feel like I’m lightheaded. I gulp, and then feel mad at myself for acting like some idiot as fucking devil-Racer Tate reaches me, throws himself into a seat next to me, and turns to look at me expectantly with the most gorgeous grin on his face. I don’t know what to say. This guy has left me sort of speechless. “So … ” I say, staring in the distance at his beat-up mustang, then at him. “So … ” he says too, in his deep voice, his smile a little more wicked than it was two seconds ago. He glances at my mouth. Oh god. Why am I licking my lips? It only made his eyes narrow and darken. I open my mouth to speak, failing to find words. He smells like sweat and soap and shampoo, and I feel my traitorous nipples push up to my top again. Why do they do that when he’s around? “This is illegal,” I state. His voice is husky from exertion, and his eyes glint with laughter. “That’s why it’s fun.” I look away from his eyes, trying to focus and clear my head. He leans over and peers into my face, his face shadowed by the moonlight and his jaw now carrying a little scruff. “Are we in agreement?” he presses. “No.” I glare and shake my head, meeting his cocky gaze. “You’re reckless, Racer.” “So are you, Alana.” “It’s just … Lana.” His brows fly up in surprise. “And a bit of a liar too.” I purse my lips, still glaring as my gaze goes back to his car. Girls are rubbing against it as if it were him, and I find it disgusting. Why are women always acting so slutty around race car drivers and bad boys? “You crashed your car,” I say flippantly. “You crashed my car,” he contradicts, amused. I laugh, then scowl in his direction. “You crashed it more. I can’t believe you were making such a fuss about me crashing into you when it was just a little kiss—” He leans in to peck my lips—fast but firmly. “That’s a kiss.” I lose my breath. My eyes wide. He eases back, lips smiling as he comes to his feet and stretches his hand out to take me by the elbow and help me to my feet. “Let’s get out of here.” He starts walking, leading the way. “And go where?” “Anywhere I can get my hands on you.”


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14641897_1296497593718343_3282326832694013349_n.jpgKaty Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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Release Blitz! Savage Rising By Katie Reus

Today we have the release week blitz of Savage Rising by Katie Reus! Check it out and grab your copy today!

From USA Today bestselling author Katie Reus comes the second book in the ALL NEW Redemption Harbor series where sparks fly and so do bullets. He's a former Marine, her new fake boyfriend, and the only way to escape her dangerous past. Having a child changed everything for Olivia—she vowed to keep her little girl safe from the mistakes of her past. But when the most dangerous person she ever met blackmails her into doing one last heist, the world she’s so carefully built goes into a tailspin. Frantic, she heads to Redemption Harbor in search of help. Sparks fly when she meets Savage, a man who will do anything to keep Olivia and her daughter safe. He’ll help her get her life back, but can he handle seeing who she once was? Can they pull it off? Savage poses as her obsessive ex during a daring undercover operation—and soon the line between reality and their cover story becomes blurred. He’ll use every trick he knows to keep the sensual woman alive and out of jail—and in his life. But the clock is ticking and if they can’t find a way to trust each other, no one will make it out alive.

There is nothing better than finding a new series to love; there is just something about that discovery that is exciting for a reader, or well a book whore like myself.  Savage Rising is the second book in the Redemption Harbor series and can easily be read as a standalone. 

I was on the edge of my seat more than once while reading Savage Rising.  I love a good romantic suspense book; there is something about that action, that aspect of danger that just adds to chemistry and tension between the characters and let me tell you the tension between Zac and Olivia is thick and hard and hot.  Tension people not other things get your mind out of the gutters, sheesh.

I don’t want to give anything away so I am just going to say that once I started I hated having to put it down at all, for any reason.  Did I have some minor issues?  Yes I did but nothing so significant that it is worth detailing.  Overall I really enjoyed Savage Rising and am looking forward to reading more from this author in the future.

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Katie Reus is the New York Times, USA Today, and IndieReader bestselling author of the Red Stone Security series, the Moon Shifter series and the Deadly Ops series. She fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom’s stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it. However, she didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors many times, she finally graduated summa cum laude with a degree in psychology. Not long after that she discovered a new love. Writing. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense. Her book Avenger’s Heat recently won the Georgia RWA Maggie Award for Excellence in the fantasy/paranormal category.

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Friday, September 29, 2017

Friday Favorites! Corrupt By Penelope Douglas

With the upcoming release of Hideaway (which I am anxiously awaiting) I thought this would be the perfect pick for Friday Favorites!


I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession.

His name is Michael Crist.

My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me.

But I noticed him.

I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away.

Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore.

Because he’s finally noticed me.


Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika.

My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway.

Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college.

In my city.


The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out.

We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.

***Corrupt can be read as a stand-alone. No cliffhanger.


Blog Tour! Beyond Reckless By Autumn Jones Lake

Blood doesn’t make you family, loyalty does.
Marcel “Teller” Whelan, Treasurer of the Lost Kings MC, has always been two things—honest and responsible. At ten years old, he was already taking care of his baby sister. At eighteen, he patched into the Lost Kings MC and took a major role in shaping the club’s future.
Three years ago, he thought he’d met the perfect woman, only to have her reject everything he is—a Lost King.
One bullet is a lifetime supply.
Now, after an accident that left a girl dead and Teller almost crippled, he’s struggling through the darkest time in his life. His niece, sister, and Lost Kings MC family are the only things holding him together, but his reckless actions are bound to drive everyone away.
Then, in the most unlikely place, he crosses paths with her again. The woman he once thought might be his perfect match.
Love soothes our inner demons.
Sparks fly for both of them. She’s the ride-or-die woman he needs, able to calm his many demons and bring the light back into his life. But she has a secret—one that forces him to lie to his brothers.
In chaos we trust.
When Teller’s brothers find out who he’s falling in love with, it will create a storm of chaos for the Lost Kings MC. But if there’s one thing Teller’s turbulent life has taught him, it’s that sometimes love is worth the chaos.
Beyond Reckless is the 8th book in the popular Lost Kings MC series, but can be read as a standalone.

“What’re you doing?” Teller asks in a low, gravelly voice.
My hands go to his belt working it loose. “You need to ask?”
One of his hands closes over mine. “Wait.”
I glance up, patiently anticipating his next words. 
“I’m all fucked up.”
I squeeze and run my hand over his cock gently through his jeans. “You feel good to me.”
Finally he lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, that works fine. I mean, I’ve got a lot of scars from my accident.”
I’m not used to men like him sharing their vulnerability with me. 
I’m used to them acting like defensive assholes.
He’s so different.
“Everyone has scars.” My gaze collides with his intense stare. “They just mean you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.”
His eyes widen and he traces his fingers along my jaw. “Get up.”
“But I haven’t even started,” I protest. 
That edge of ferocity that I remember from our first encounter enters his eyes. He grabs me by my arms and hauls me to my feet. Then to my utter shock, he drops his shoulder and throws me over it. I yip and squeal, kicking my legs. “What the hell are you doing?” 
He pops me on the ass once. “Quiet down. Where’s your bedroom?”
“Put me down.”
“I’ll find it on my own.”
I keep still, afraid he’ll drop me, but a few seconds later, he’s tossing me on my bed. I’m so glad I took five minutes to fix my sheets and blankets this morning. At least I won’t give off the impression I’m a complete slob.
He reaches over and flicks on the small lamp sitting on my nightstand. Without taking his eyes off me, he shrugs out of his cut and drapes it over the back of my desk chair.
He threads his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back and presses a hungry kiss against my lips. “You’re even sexier than I remembered and I didn’t think that was possible.”

Autumn was born and raised in Upstate, New York. She spends her free time listening to music, going to concerts and spending time with her family. She enjoys reading, writing, acting and horror movies. Her favorite books are mystery, thrillers, horror, romance, erotica and urban fantasy.