23 November 2015

My Self-Imposed Physical Book Ban

The biggest obstacle I've had to deal with in moving from Australia to Canada for 6 months is trying to only buy things that I can bring back in my suitcase without exceeding my weight limit.

Enter my self-imposed physical book ban.

It's been hard, but I have officially reached the halfway mark (3 whole months!), and I probably wouldn't have gotten this far without out the help of my friends who have had to physically drag me away from bookstores.

If I didn't have my ereader, I think I probably would have died from a reality overdose. But a digital book is never quite the same as physical one... *sigh*

3 more months and counting...

16 November 2015

The Problem with Discussing Books with Non-Readers . . .

Being an exchange student, I have many acquaintances, but only a few make the cut to friend (there's only so may backstories I can remember...).

So I saw one of these acquaintances the other day with his nose in a book between classes, and thought, "He's one of my people!" So naturally I left him to read in peace (duh) and waited until we had a class together to bring up the book he's reading and thus the ensuing in-depth love-hate book discussion.

I can hear you saying, 'But Renae, I thought this post was about Non-readers...'

Well. Here's the kicker.

He's not actually a big reader.

It takes him a whole year to read one book!

Sure, I applaud him for sticking to his guns and actually finishing the book, but I couldn't stop the the disappointed, "Oh," from slipping out. Which, of course, results in him asking how many books I read a year; and there is no good, non-braggy way at that point, to say that I read about 50...

So the search continues on for that person I can have heated conversations with about fictional people and places, that won't think I've escaped from a mental institution.

Does anyone else have the problem?
Maybe we can be kindred spirits?

9 November 2015

Book Blitz: #Heat by Cambria Hebert | Teaser + Giveaway

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Cambria Hebert

Hashtag #6

Coming November 6th 2015

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Lovers Gonna Love…

Family isn’t always defined by blood.

Sometimes family is born of love…


And choice.

Sometimes the bond that comes from someone having your back through the shittiest of times is stronger than anything you get from genetics.

And sometimes you find that piece of your soul you didn’t even know was missing

I’m a lucky guy like that.

I found a love that will never fade. I found a group of people who aren’t just my friends.

They’ve become my family.

There’s only one place to go from here.

I’m gonna bind myself to Rimmel in every possible way.

I’m gonna bring our family even closer together.

The past has taught me it won’t be easy.

Especially when faced with repercussions from a night that ended in death.

But that’s okay.

Family doesn’t quit each other.

Love like ours never dies.

Happily ever after isn’t just for storybooks.

About the Author

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Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently resides in North Carolina with her children (human and furry) and her husband, who is a United States Marine.

Beside’s writing Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (because her dog runs her house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade and Recalled.

You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website: http://www.cambriahebert.com

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC


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2 November 2015

Blog Tour: Get Real by Tellulah Darling | Excerpt + Giveaway


Get Real
Tellulah Darling

Get Real #1

Published September 26th 2015

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Magic and Mayhem in Manhattan

Francesca Bellafiore comes from a nice Jewish family — one that happens to have magical powers. Underneath her good-girl exterior, though, she’s a wannabe badass with dreams of becoming a paranormal detective.

Party boy Rafael Muñoz does everything possible to publicly disappoint his high profile father. Privately, it’s a different story. His carefully crafted bad boy reputation masks the fact he’s a master illusionist, forced into solo covert ops. The role is wearing thin and Rafael longs to be part of a team.

When Francesca and Rafael meet, it’s love at first sight… For about five minutes. Rafael is spectacularly attractive—and, Francesca discovers, fully aware of the fact. Rafael knows from experience that girls like Francesca are more trouble than they’re worth.

So it sucks big time when they’re caught in a web of magic, minions, secrets, and enough sexual tension to power NYC. Their only chance to save the city and survive is to team up, trust each other–and maybe even fall in love.

Provided they don’t kill each other first.

Get Real is a romantic comedy, urban fantasy whirlwind with sass, sex, and swoon.

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Tellulah Darling

Sassy girls. Swoony boys. What could go wrong?

1) YA & New Adult romantic comedy author because her first kiss sucked and she’s compensating.
2) Firm believer that some of the best stories happen when love meets comedy and awkwardness ensues.
3) Sassy minx.

Both a hopeless romantic and total cynic, Tellulah Darling is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. Her romcoms come in a variety of flavours and heat levels.

My Review

POV: Rafael

I shoved my hands into my pockets, jiggling the loose change and wanting some kind of confrontation. I stepped outside. That girl with Byron who’d been staring and laughing earlier was candidate numero uno. Want to diss me? Do it to my face, chica.

I found her healing a gash on some guy’s cheek, holding a vase in her free hand while berating him for his choice in headwear. “Va bene. Go,” she ordered.

He slunk away with a sheepish look and I stepped up, my shadow falling over her.

“If you need medical services it better not be alcohol poisoning because I will not let you enjoy it.” She turned. Her fingers tightened on the rim of the vase at the sight of me.

“Hi,” I said.

She raised her chin, regarding me levelly with these amazing dark brown eyes. “It’s you.” Her sexy Italian accent hooked into me.


She fumbled the vase.

We both grabbed the same edge before it could hit the ground, my hand landing on hers. Her skin was cool and smooth. The rest of her was twitchy and flustered. It cheered me up in a petty way. “Rafael. Call me Rafa. Official friend of the Byron–Jones hook up.” I patted my shirt down with my free hand. “I had a badge but I lost it.”

“Next time ask for a lanyard.” She tugged the vase away with a slight smile, tucking it under her arm like a football. What a mouth. ¡Dios mío! “I didn’t buy tickets to the event,” she said.

I pretended to look stern, mostly because I wanted to check her out some more. “You boycotting the games?”

That got me a full–on grin, which hit me in the gut. Who was this girl and how had I never seen her before?

“Seen one game, seen them all,” she said. She walked briskly past me back to the swing she’d been sitting on earlier and set the vase on the table.

I followed, sinking into the chair beside her. “You know my name. It seems unfair I don’t know yours.”

She hesitated for long enough that I wasn’t sure she was going to answer with anything other than ‘get lost.’ “Francesca,” she said at last. She flicked her bangs off her forehead. “My mom works for your dad. You’re Javier’s son, right?”

Those words were like a douse of cold water. “Yeah.” I waited for her next words. Her next look. Her obvious disdain. I stiffened, reminded of why I had come out here in the first place and ready to rip into her.

“She’s a Liaison.” Even for the simplest of sentences, her hands gestured madly. Cute. “Mirella Bellafiore.”

My heart sunk. Now I knew exactly who she was. And wished I didn’t. Francesca Bellafiore, golden girl. Latest pride and joy of the Bellafiore clan and totally off–limits to me. Javier would freak, which would be fun, but honestly? Good girls weren’t my thing.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve met her. Guess you’re ex- cited to start all that healing stuff.”

Disappointment and contempt? flickered in her eyes. Apparently hot girl and I were natural enemies. Figures. I wasn’t about to be an asshole to her though. It would ruin my façade.

I was about to make my excuses and go, but I noticed her twisting this hideous bracelet tighter and tighter into her arm. “You okay?”

Her hand stilled. “Are you reading me?”

“No,” I said with exaggerated patience. “I don’t go around reading everyone I meet. Don’t need to most of the time. People telegraph enough on their own.” I nodded at her reddened skin. She jutted her chin out. “People shouldn’t take everything at face value.”

Like me.

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30 October 2015

Book Blitz: His Work Of Art by Shannyn Schroeder | Excerpt + Giveaway

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His Work Of Art
Shannyn Schroeder

Hot & Nerdy #4

Published October 27th 2015

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Reese Carter is definitely not your average college girl. She’d prefer to spend Saturday nights playing Hero’s Crusade than attending a wild frat party on campus. When she bands together with Adam, fellow comic enthusiast and illustrator, it appears that Reese has formed a dream team sure to propel her writing into the comic hall of fame.

Adam Hayes has never met a girl like Reese. She’s sassy, smart, and loves talking comics, although he can’t see why she’d choose DC over Marvel. He’s thrilled to finally put his artistic chops to use in their upcoming comic project. But this relationship is strictly professional. Or so he tells himself. When the two combine forces, they churn out magic in more ways than they had planned; they never expected to develop a steamy romantic sub-plot of their own…

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Shannyn is a former English teacher, who now works as a part-time editor while raising her three kids.

Even though she wrote from high school through college (mostly poetry), she'd never considered a career as an author. Writing fell by the wayside as she focused her energy on creating lesson plans and new and fabulous ways to torment her teen students. One group in particular dubbed her "The Torture Master," a title she carried into motherhood.

After the birth of baby number two, Shannyn resigned from teaching and fell in love with reading romance novels. She read so many books so quickly that her husband teased, "If you're going to read so many damn books, why don't you just write one?"

So she did. And she hasn't looked back since.

She is recovering from her Diet Coke addiction, fears putting her foot in her mouth on social media, and has a renewed appreciation for the bad girls of the world.

Shannyn is represented by Frances Black and Jennifer Mishler of Literary Counsel. Her debut, More Than This, will be released by eKensington on January 3, 2013.


“Where are we going to work?”

“I have drafting tables in my bedroom.” He stopped midstride, as if realizing what he’d just said. “Unless that makes you uncomfortable. Then we can work in here on the floor.”

“I’m fine wherever. I think I can trust you to behave yourself. Or have you been secretly doing all of this work on my comic as a ploy to get me to your bedroom all along? Maybe it’s not even a bedroom, but a dungeon and you plan to chain me up.”

He laughed, but it was one of those uncomfortable, you-sound-crazy kinds of laughs. He shoved a door open. “Totally normal bedroom.”

She sighed. “I’m a little disappointed.”

“You’re weird.”

She couldn’t stop the smile. “I know. And you like me anyway.”

“Yeah, I do.”

She stepped into his bedroom and he hadn’t lied. His bed was pushed into a corner to make room for two drafting tables on the opposite wall. A cheap nightstand stood beside the bed. A small bookcase sat behind the door, but that was it for furniture.
Reese dropped her bag beside one of the tables.

“Oh, shit. Hang on.” Adam left the room and returned with a chair. “It was either this or the little stool Hunter uses for his drums.”

“That’s fine.” It was a battered, old dining room chair and looked far from comfortable, but she could always sit on his bed and talk. He needed the desk more than she did.

Adam sat on his stool, one that spun in circles and sat on rollers, but didn’t appear much more comfortable than the chair she had. She pulled her notebook out. “I reworked the story for the first book featuring Lyrid. I wrote in the mentor. It’s up to you to decide if I got it right.”

She flipped to the page and handed him the book. Again, she found herself waiting while he read. She should have sent him the story ahead of time to be more efficient. Waiting was painful.

Luckily, Adam was a fast reader. He set the notebook on the desk and spun to face her. “It’s missing something. There’s not enough action. You’ve introduced the mentor, who still doesn’t have a name, but all he does is watch. He’s not a mentor yet. We don’t know who he is, and that’s all right, but other than Alexis freaking out and doing her mind-control stuff, nothing happens.”

“Stuff happens.” She grabbed the book and scanned for examples. While she reread her work, she tried to imagine it on the page, what each panel would show. Two pages in, she knew she’d messed up. “Damn. How did I screw that up so badly?”

“It’s not screwed up. You just cut so much from the earlier draft, the flashbacks, that you lost all action. It’s like this is a continuation of her origin story. We don’t need that now. What if we just skip to the part where she decides to use her powers for good? Or at least decides to use them at all?”

Even as he spoke, new ideas entered Reese’s mind. She saw plot points as pictures. Excitement sparked just like it had when they’d first discussed her writing an origin story for Lyrid. She grabbed her notebook and began to scribble description and dialogue for each panel. As soon as she had a panel written, she ripped the page from the notebook and handed it to Adam to start sketching.
For an hour they worked seamlessly, barely saying more than a few words to each other. They’d reached the climax of the story, where Alexis would meet her mentor. Gunner. That would be his name.

She set the notebook back down and waited for Adam to sketch, but he moved too slowly. Snaking her right hand around his left as his pencil shaded something, she created a text box and wrote, “Gunner watches Alexis from the shadows.”

The sensitive skin on the inside of her arm skimmed along Adam’s. His warmth spread across her and she focused on the letters in front of her.
“What are you doing?”

Reese tilted her head and looked at him from under her lashes before going back to her lettering. “You’re taking too long. He has a name.”

Adam’s hand stopped moving on the page, and she missed the friction against her own skin. They sat shoulder to shoulder and she felt Adam’s eyes on her.

“In my defense, sketching people takes longer than writing a few words.”

“I know. I’m impatient.”

Adam flipped his pencil deeper between his fingers and used his tips to push her hand away. “Gunner, huh?”

“It’s perfect.”
“Why does he only watch from the shadows?” Adam asked.

His breath whispered across her cheek. Her voice lowered as she spoke. “Because he knows her. He sees her even though she tries to remain invisible.”

“When does he come out of the shadows?”

Reese tilted her head slightly and her eyes rose to meet Adam’s. “When he sees she needs him. He likes the shadows. He likes to watch, to keep his distance.”

“Until he can’t.”

Her heart thumped in her chest. The dark gray of Adam’s eyes was nearly swallowed by his pupils. Oxygen leaked into her lungs. She nodded in understanding—both for the words he said and the action she hoped he’d take.

His movement was infinitesimal as his gaze swept over her face and landed on her lips. Her eyelids fluttered. She wanted this so badly.

Adam said nothing as he closed the remaining distance between their mouths. His full lips caressed hers before opening and interlocking with hers. She sighed with relief and enjoyment. He shifted and tilted to change the angle, but made no other movement to touch her.

She surged forward, dropping her pencil and turning her body to fully face him. Opening her lips, she swiped her tongue against his. Oh man, did he feel good.

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27 October 2015

Book Blitz: Life After the Undead by Pembroke Sinclair | Excerpt + Giveaway

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Life After The Undead
Pembroke Sinclair

Published October 27th 2015

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Seventeen-year-old Krista must quickly figure out how she’s going to survive in the zombie-destroyed world. The one advantage humans have is that the zombies hate humid environments, so they’re migrating west to escape its deteriorating effects. The survivors plan to construct a wall at North Platte to keep the undead out, and Krista has come to Nebraska to start a new life.

Zombies aren’t the only creatures she has to be cautious of—the other survivors have a dark side. Krista must fight not only to live but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country, her freedom, and ultimately, those she loves.

Join Krista in her quest to survive in this thrilling apocalyptic novel by Pembroke Sinclair.

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Jessica Robinson is an editor by day and a zombie-killer by night (at least in her books). Since the first time she watched Night of the Living Dead, she has been obsessed with zombies and often thinks of ways to survive the uprising. In addition to her nonfiction book, under the pen name Pembroke Sinclair, she has written YA novels about zombies and the tough teens who survive the apocalyptic world. She has also written nonfiction stories for Serial Killer Magazine and published a book about slasher films called Life Lessons from Slasher Films.



I will never understand peoples’ fascination with the apocalypse. Why would you waste so much time and energy worrying about something you can’t change? Besides, most of the time, it never comes to fruition, anyway. Remember Y2K? I don’t. I was too young, but I’ve heard stories. What a hullabaloo that was. People were so afraid of computers failing and throwing society back into the Dark Ages, they stockpiled supplies and moved into the wilderness so they could get away from technology. Why would they move to the wilderness? If technology was going to fail, wouldn’t they be just as safe in a city? I guess they were afraid when it did, everyone would go crazy and start killing each other. Either way, it didn’t happen. I wonder how those people felt afterward.

Then there was the whole 2012 scare. This one was supposedly based on an ancient prediction, so you know it was reliable. Are you kidding? Even the Mayans didn’t believe their own ancestors’ “vision.” What happened was there had been a tablet that had the Mayan calendar carved into it. The end was broken and faded, so no one knew what it said. Our culture, being the pessimistic lot we are, automatically assumed it was an end-of-the-world warning, but, again, nothing happened on December 21, 2012. Christmas came and went, and I think everyone everywhere, even the skeptics, had a little something more to be thankful for. Life went on as usual, and all those doomsayers faded into obscurity.

The day the world did end was pretty nondescript. By that I mean there was no nuclear explosion or asteroid or monumental natural disaster. There weren’t even any horsemen or plagues to announce the end was coming. The world ended fairly quietly. I couldn’t even give you a date because it happened at different times depending on where you were. It was never predicted, and I’m sure a scenario no one even considered. Who really thinks the dead are going to rise from the grave and destroy the majority of the population? No one but Hollywood, and we all know those are just movies, but that’s exactly what happened. Those of us who survived were left wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to do next.

There were a few who were able to pull their heads out and organize those left behind. They made sure the populace had food, shelter, and protection. They were saviors, the United States’ heroes. Life wouldn’t have gone on without them, and it was pretty difficult those first few years after the zompocalypse.

Sometimes it’s difficult for me to remember what life was like before the rise of the undead. I was a teenager, though I hesitate to say normal. I wasn’t deformed or anything, but my classmates thought I was strange. I had a fascination with the dark, the macabre, although I wasn’t a Goth or Emo. I read books and magazines about serial killers. I didn’t idolize them or want to be like them—hell no—I was fascinated with how evil and black a human’s soul could get.

I wanted to be a psychologist and work with the criminally insane, maybe figure out why they did what they did. Apparently, when you’re fifteen, your friends think you’re weird if you have desires to help someone other than yourself. While they were worried about becoming popular and getting the right boyfriend, I tried to figure out how to make society better.

Of course, those dreams will never come true. Society doesn’t exist. Everything I once held dear is gone. I lost my parents to the horde, like a lot of kids. Unlike some of the others, mine weren’t taken by surprise or in some freak accident. They were taken because of their own stupidity. Some days I miss them a lot, but others I believe they got what they deserved. I might sound callous and uncaring, but what about them? Why would they abandon their fifteen-year-old daughter? It used to keep me up at night, trying to find the answer to that question, but I’ve given up asking it. No reason wasting time on things that could’ve or should’ve been.
As I stare out the passenger side window of the semi, I’m reminded how bleak the future has become. The truck rolls down a once heavily traveled highway that has been reduced to a cracked trail. Gas stations and towns dotting the landscape have been abandoned and are crumpling into the weeds that are taking them over. There are a few areas that still resemble pre-zombie destruction, and these are the military outposts set up along the road, used for protection and refueling. I use the term “military” loosely because there is no formal military anymore. It’s a rag-tag group of men and women who were lucky enough to get guns. I chuckle to myself. It’s been two years since I was last out in the world, and a lot has changed since then. I still remember the day the zombies attacked. It’s as clear as if it’d happened yesterday.

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15 October 2015

Blog Tour: Signs Point to Yes by Sandy Hall | Excerpt

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Signs Point to Yes
Sandy Hall

Published October 20th 2015

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The author of A Little Something Different brings you the most adorkable romance ever.

Jane, a superstitious fangirl, takes an anonymous babysitting job to avoid an unpaid internship with her college-obsessed mom. The only problem? She’s babysitting the siblings of her childhood friend and new crush, Teo.

Teo doesn’t dislike Jane, but his best friend Ravi hates her, and is determined to keep them apart. So Teo’s pretty sure his plans for a peaceful summer are shot. His only hope is that his intermittent search for his birth father will finally pan out and he’ll find a new, less awkward home. Meanwhile, at Jane’s house, her sister Margo wants to come out as bisexual, but she’s terrified of how her parents will react.

In a summer filled with secrets and questions, even Jane’s Magic 8 ball can’t give them clear answers, but Signs Point to Yes.

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I’m a teen librarian from New Jersey where I was born and raised. I have a BA in Communication and a Master of Library and Information Science from Rutgers University. When I’m not writing, or teen librarian-ing, I enjoy reading, slot machines, marathoning TV shows, and long scrolls through Tumblr. A LITTLE SOMETHING DIFFERENT is my first novel.


“I know you’re not going to understand this, but I’m really going to miss him.”

Jane looked over at Teo, shocked. “Of course I get it. My best friends are off at sleepaway band camp for the summer, where there’s no cell service and the Wi­Fi signal is on serious lockdown, while I spend my days regretting that I quit playing the glockenspiel in fifth grade.”

“So you do get it,” Teo said.

“At least we have each other,” Jane said, taking a calculated risk.

It paid off when Teo smiled so broadly his dimple made an appearance.

Jane sat on her hands so she wouldn’t push her finger into it—that was how adorable his dimple was. She could barely resist the urge to touch it.

“So did you save me any cookies?” Teo asked, gesturing to the empty plate in front of her.

“No,” Jane said seriously. “But I did hear that your mom made you a plate of leftovers and put it in the fridge.”

“My fridge?”

“That’s the rumor.”

“Want to come watch me eat?”

“Only if I can bring more cookies.”

“What about brownies?” Teo asked, looking over at the dessert table. “Or maybe that apple pie no one has even touched yet.”

“It’s hard to say no to pie,” Jane said.

They stood up and walked over to take the pie.

“Wait,” Teo said, grabbing Jane’s arm. “Is there ice cream available for the pie?”

“I don’t think so. Ice cream doesn’t really go with this amount of heat,” Jane said.

“Ah, take the pie anyway. I think we have ice cream at my house.”

Jane grabbed the pie, and Teo walked in front of her like a bodyguard until they were around the corner and safely inside his house.

He held up his hand to high­five Jane, but she got so flustered she fist­bumped it.

“That’s an interesting option.” Teo looked at his hand where Jane had basically just punched him.

“I hate myself sometimes,” she said.

“Do over?” Teo offered.

“Do over.” Jane held up her hand, and this time Teo fist­bumped her palm.

“Thanks for that,” she said.

He winked dramatically and then went to rummage in the fridge.


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Life After The Undead
Pembroke Sinclair

Coming October 27th 2015

Seventeen-year-old Krista must quickly figure out how she’s going to survive in the zombie-destroyed world. The one advantage humans have is that the zombies hate humid environments, so they’re migrating west to escape its deteriorating effects. The survivors plan to construct a wall at North Platte to keep the undead out, and Krista has come to Nebraska to start a new life.

Zombies aren’t the only creatures she has to be cautious of—the other survivors have a dark side. Krista must fight not only to live but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country, her freedom, and ultimately, those she loves.

Join Krista in her quest to survive in this thrilling apocalyptic novel by Pembroke Sinclair.

About the Author

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Pembroke Sinclair is a literary jack of all trades, playing her hand at multiple genres. She has written an eclectic mix of fiction ranging from horror to sci-fi and even some westerns. Born in Rock Springs, Wyoming--the home of 56 nationalities--it is no wonder Pembroke ended up so creatively diverse. Her fascination with the notions of good and evil, demons and angels, and how the lines blur have inspired her writing. Pembroke lives in Laramie, Wyoming, with her husband, two spirited boys, a black lab named Ryder, and a rescue kitty named Alia, who happens to be the sweetest, most adorable kitty in the world! She cannot say no to dessert, orange soda, or cinnamon. She loves rats and tatts and rock and roll and wants to be an alien queen when she grows up.

13 October 2015

Blog Tour: Crossing the Ice by Jennifer Comeaux | Review + Giveaway

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Crossing the Ice
Jennifer Comeaux

Ice #1

Published August 2nd 2014

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Falling hard never felt so good.

Pair skaters Courtney and Mark have one shot left at their Olympic dream. They vow not to let anything get in their way, especially not Josh and Stephanie, the wealthy and talented brother and sister team.

The heart doesn’t always listen to reason, though…

The more time Courtney spends with sweet, shy Josh, the harder she falls for him. But they are on opposite sides of the competition, and their futures are headed in opposite directions. Will their friendship blossom into more or are their paths too different to cross?

This is the first book in the ICE series. The series continues with book #2, LOSING THE ICE.

About the Author

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Jennifer Comeaux is a tax accountant by day, writer by night. There aren’t any ice rinks near her home in south Louisiana, but she’s a diehard figure skating fan and loves to write stories of romance set in the world of competitive skating. One of her favorite pastimes is traveling to competitions, where she can experience all the glitz and drama that inspire her writing. Jennifer loves to hear from readers! Visit jennifercomeaux.blogspot.com for contact information and to learn more about her books.

My Review

A companion to Life on the Edge, Crossing the Ice follows pair skater Courtney. It is so nice to see the familiar faces again of Em and Sergei and how there lives have travelled in the years between this book and theirs, and also how their influence has shaped these new MCs.

My favourite part about Comeaux's writing his the way that she really draws you in and makes you feel at one with the character. Throughout the novel, I found myself getting stomach flips and skin tingling sensations right along with Court, which is an amazing feat for an author to achieve. The only downside to this is, it means that I also get the not so good feelings like despair and rejection - which is awesome, but also kind of sucks at the same time.

There is a nice balance in the romance department, with  there being enough adorably cute scenes shared with Court and Josh, to weigh out the slightly more hot and heavy ones. It is as much about what is written and what is left for you to read between the lines, which is done beautifully in Crossing the Ice - and all without the plot falling through the cracks, or getting confusing. It's also refreshing to read a NA book that isn't constantly shoving sex at you.

Josh. What a cutie he is! He's like a combination of all the good qualities of every boyfriend I've had (both real and imaginary), plus all the ones I've yet to find. Add to that a hot bod and a ton of natural talent, can you really blame Court for falling for him? I know I can't. ;)

As a reasonably fluffy read, Crossing the Ice is a cute and entertaining novel that will make you laugh, Awww, and cringe. A perfect read for when you want something light to read.

3 out of 5

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Blog Tour: Sing Your Heart Out by Crystal Kaswell | Excerpt + Giveaway


Sing Your Heart Out
Crystal Kaswell

Sinful Serenade #1

Published Fall 2015

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Good girls don’t date rockstars.

They certainly don’t take rock stars as fuck buddies.

Still a virgin at 21, Meg Smart walks a straight and narrow path. She aces her classes, excels at her part time job, and carefully avoids the black hole that is mourning her sister. There’s no room in her life for trouble–no drinks, no drugs, and especially no boyfriends.

Fine with Miles.

Rock star Miles Webb doesn’t do boyfriend. He doesn’t do intimacy, or love, or anything that isn’t effortless and casual. The only time the singer reveals himself is on stage. His gorgeous, tortured voice hints at the kind of unspeakable pain Meg understands all too well. Only the second he steps off stage he transforms into a cocky, know-it-all player.

Their chemistry is red-hot. He’s tattooed, tall, and totally irresistible. She can’t handle a one-night stand, and a relationship is totally out of the question.

That only leaves one option:
Friends with benefits.
Just sex. Just fun.
No secrets, no feelings, no falling in love.

Only neither one of them can quite abide by the terms.

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I try to make small talk, but nothing comes to me. Instead, I press my back into the seat and watch the city fly by the windows. "You want the Wilshire exit of the 405."

"That all?"

"Yes. That's all."

"Nothing else you'd like to discuss?"

I play with the seatbelt. "We're friends by association, so how about we agree never to discuss this again? I am sorry, and it was an accident."

A smug smile spreads across his face. "I can't agree to that."

"Why not?"

"You're too cute when you blush."

"I'm not cute." I bite my tongue so I don't snap. "Let's pretend it never happened."

"If it bothers you that much." He stops at a red light. "But it's not a big deal. Nothing you haven't done before."

Right. Because I'm a twenty-one-year-old college senior. And no normal college senior is quite so sexually inexperienced.

"Of course," I say.

Miles looks at me. That smug smile gets wider. He says nothing, but he's practically screaming with his eyes.

I try my most confident voice. "I'm very experienced. I had a boyfriend last year."

"There's no shame in being a virgin."

"I know, but I'm not."

He raises his eyebrow.

"It's not really any of your business."

The light turns green. Miles steps on the gas. Changes gears until he's going way over the speed limit. "What's your favorite sexual position?"

"I'd rather not discuss that with a stranger."

"What happened to us being friends by association?"

A compelling point. I shrug like I'm as unaffected as he is. "Missionary."

He turns to me for a second, shaking his head. "Now, I know you're lying. I've never met a girl who wanted to do missionary."

"Out of the ten thousand girls you've screwed, none wanted to do missionary?"

"Not one." He stops short at a yellow light. "If you want your first time to be good, I'm happy to throw you a bone."

"Excuse me?"

His eyes find mine. His expression is the epitome of cocky. "You do want to fuck me."

"I do not."

He shakes his head. "You do. The way you were staring at me in the living room--you were picturing me naked."

"Because I saw you naked. I couldn't help it."

"Mhmm." The light turns green and he slams on the gas. He turns the corner and speeds onto the freeway onramp. "And now you're thinking about it."

"I'm not."

"I'm better than whatever you're imagining."

"Did you even know that girl's name?"


"What was it?"

"Stephanie. Pretty sure it was Stephanie." He shrugs. "It's just sex. You'd know if you ever--"

"Whatever." I cross my legs. "I don't need your pity sex offer."

"There'd be no pity about it," he says.

That same blush spreads across my cheeks. "What do you mean?"

His eyes turn towards me. "I want to fuck you, too."

"There's no ‘too.’ I do not want to have sex with you."

He smirks.

I bite my tongue. It's only getting me into trouble.

We drive in silence for a few minutes. It's too much, so I turn the car radio on. It's tuned to KROQ and, God help me, the station is playing a Sinful Serenade song. The vocals are a low moan, a sound meant to express an extreme outpouring of emotion. I can't get past the moan. Is that what Miles sounds like when he's mid orgasm?

My cheeks are still scalding. They've been hot for the last fifteen minutes. I scramble to change the station. The next preset is another rock station. That won't do. There. The oldies station is sure to be free of Miles's voice.

He laughs. "You're cute when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous." I fold my arms over my chest. "Just not in the mood to listen to rock music."


Whatever. I watch the sky whiz by outside the windows. The rest of the drive, I only open my mouth to give Miles directions. It feels like an eternity passes, but, finally, we arrive at Kara's apartment.

I help her out of the car and up the stairs. I fish through her purse for her keys.

She looks at me with concern. "Thanks for coming out, but Meg--"


Her gaze drifts to Miles. "Be careful. I know Miles is cute, but he's a heart breaker."

"Drink some water."

"Seriously. Not worth the trouble. Okay?"

"Since when have I found any guy worth the trouble?" I ask.

She steps into her apartment. "You're looking at him like he's way worth it."

"You're imagining things."

She shakes her head, certain she has the right idea about things.

I shrug, attempting an effortlessly cool expression. It does nothing to convince her.

"Goodnight." She shuts the door.

I turn around and rush down the steps. Now it's not just this Miles guy who's certain of my attraction. My best friend is in on it, too.

I set my foot on the last step, only it's not the last step. It's the ground. I try to steady myself, but it's not good. I go down, landing on all fours.

Ow. I inspect my wrists and knees. Nothing serious except for some scraped skin. Nothing a washcloth and a Band-Aid won't fix.

Someone offers his hand. Must be Miles. Fine. I take it, allowing him to help me to my feet.

He stares at me. "You went down hard."

He said it that way on purpose. He must have.

"I'm fine," I say. "I can walk home from here. It's close."

"Uh-huh. Drew will kill me."

"He won't kill you for offering to take my virginity?"

"Some things are worth dying for."

Miles kneels, expecting my knees. But I'm more concerned with how short my skirt is and how close his head is to the hem.

"That's a bad scrape," he says. "You have a first-aid kit?"

"Yeah. At home."

"I'll bandage it."

"It's nothing."

"I bruised plenty of knuckles in my day. I'm bandaging that." He rises to his feet. His eyes meet mine. "Either we do it at your apartment, or we go to a twenty-four hour pharmacy."

"I don't need your help."

"Consider it a perk of our mutual friendship."

"Fine." I get back in the car. My knee doesn't hurt at all. And what the hell could he possible know about scrapes that I don't? I'm an ER scribe. He's a rock star. It's clear which of us has the experience.

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Published October 7th 2015

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I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check.

Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor.

Shoot. Me.

But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?

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Jana Aston works a really boring day job. Really. Boring. In her spare time she loves to read sexy romance novels, especially if they involve an alpha CEO. Wrong is her first novel.


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"Sophie, he's going to be back for more. Trust me."

I load a tray of cupcakes and slide them into the bakery case. "I don't know, Everly. He's really sophisticated and clearly lives a lifestyle a long ways from Cowbell Lane," I say, referencing my grandparents' home in Willow Grove.

"Bitch, please. The guy is pushing forty and you're a hot co-ed with a brand-new tight, shiny pussy. He'll be back."

My eyes widen. "Everly, Jesus!"

"Just saying." She holds her hands up in mock defense before breaking into a huge grin.

"You don't really think he's forty, do you?"

"He just turned thirty-six in August."

"How do you know that?"


"You Googled him?"

"You didn't?" Everly looks aghast.

"Uh, no." Truthfully I thought about it, but I didn't want to get any more invested in him than I already am.

"Well, look what the pussy dragged in." Everly is smirking.

"Everly, that's not the saying. It's 'cat.' 'Look what the cat dragged in.'"

"Oh, I think I've got the saying right. He's here."

My stomach explodes in nerves as I glance towards the door. Luke is here. I wondered if he'd stick to his normal Tuesday routine and stop here for coffee. I've figured out this Grind Me location is between his Rittenhouse Square condo and the student clinic, but it's hardly the only route he could take or stop he could make.

My heart is beating so fast as I take him in. Is he going to speak to me or go back to just ordering coffee and leaving like he has the last several weeks?

He's in a navy suit today, crisp white shirt and a silvery blue tie. And then my heart stops beating so fast. There's a hand on his arm. I follow that hand to the redhead from Saturday night.

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Nashville Nights Boxed Set
Stacey Mosteller

Nashville Nights #1-4

Coming November 27th 2015

Save Me From Myself (Book 1)
Tragedy and betrayal sent her running…
And now she’s starting over far away from the person she used to be.
Lyric Hayes tried to be the perfect daughter and the perfect girlfriend, but those days are over. She’s ready to begin again with a vow to herself: no relationships, no complications, and no turning back.
Easier said than done…
Confident, successful, and charming David Pearson makes her vow nearly impossible. He has it all, and David knows better than anyone not to judge someone by what’s on the surface. Wanting to own her heart, he’ll do anything to gain her trust and save her from herself. But David’s family could have secrets and baggage of their own, which could send Lyric packing and on the run once again. Is his past just another version of a song Lyric has heard before?

Never Wanted More (Book 1.5)
Originally part of the Southern Seduction Box Set
Peyton Williams is spoiled, entitled and a little too stuck up. The daughter of an influential Mayor and a socialite mother, she’s trying to get through college and make her own path. She’s perfectly happy being a loner until Spring semester when she gets not only a roommate, but a math tutor.
Wyatt Parker is the boy from the wrong side of town. Known as the son of the town tramp, he jumps at the scholarship to play basketball in Nashville where no one knows his roots. Spending this semester tutoring a friend’s snobby roommate wasn’t what he envisioned, but Peyton quickly gets under his skin.
Peyton never wanted more until she met Wyatt, but is she willing to be what he needs?

Everything I Shouldn’t: Jeremy & SarahBeth #1 (Book 2)
It’s been eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since life as I know it ended. I know, it sounds so melodramatic and teen-soap worthy, but it’s the truth. Eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since David found out. Since he kicked Jeremy out, ended their friendship and told me I could never see him again.
I didn’t plan on David getting suspicious, and I definitely didn’t plan on getting caught. My selfishness has cost Jeremy everything, my brother won’t even look at me, Lyric must hate me for practically blackmailing her to keep silent and my best friend is barely speaking to me.
Now my life is full of secrets and lies. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all?
Jeremy is everything I shouldn’t want, and the person I can’t live without.

Everything I Need: Jeremy & SarahBeth #2 (Book 3)
SarahBeth Pearson has made mistakes, and I might just be the biggest one of them all. After spending months keeping secrets and lying to everyone close to us, it’s all fallen apart and we are each left alone to pick up the pieces.
I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends.
Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.

Pretending He’s You (Book 4)
Part One of Two
Olivia Barrett’s always had a weakness for bad boys and Tyler Chamberlain is no exception. His tattoos, his piercings, and even the fact that he has a girlfriend doesn’t keep her away.
Interested in Tyler since she first saw him pick up a guitar, she’s been trying to find ways to be with him for years. He’s the one Livvie runs to when she needs a friend, the one who makes her laugh and holds her when she needs to cry. Unfortunately, they are never single at the same time and sneaking around is getting old.
Now, tired of making bad decisions, Livvie’s making changes. Her friends are all starting to grow up and she doesn’t want to be left behind. Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school.
The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa.
Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?

Note: This book contains themes of infidelity which may be a trigger for some readers

*This book contains adult situations and is recommended for 18+

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Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances and Shadows of the Past (co-authored with H.M. Ward), the Nashville Nights, Two Sisters and Nashville U series (coming late 2015 from Swoon Romance).

She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore – not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless Spotify playlists!



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