Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Title: Ignite
Series: Sister Series Novel
Author: Holly Mortimer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: September 15, 2015
Fiery artist, Frankie Cain, hopes that her latest move to the East Coast would be her last. She’s been on the run for over twelve months, but can’t fight the feeling she’s never getting away from her powerful, abusive ex. 
Hot, Fire Chief, Hardy Hanson, can’t resist a woman in need of a rescue, but when he collides head on with Frankie, he discovers she’s not the only one of them needing to be saved.
They must decide if allowing themselves to love is worth the risk, or will they let their past destroy any chance they have at finding peace.

5 soul burning stars

France's Cain is a woman on the run. After escaping an abusive relationship the only thing Frankie is concerned with is evading her abusive ex and staying alive. She doesn't stay in one city for too long so making friends isn't a concern for her. 

Hardy Hanson, local fire chief, attracts women like moths to a flame. But, Hardy doesn't have room for the women around town who throw themselves at him- he focuses all of his attention on working and keeping his crew safe. That is until a fiery redhead burns down his defenses. 

I don't think I've read a story as angsty and tender as Hardy and Frankie's in a long time. For a minute I thought this story was going to be predictable and I was preparing myself for the heartache that comes from reading a story that's cliché. I am more than thrilled to report that this is NOT a cliché. This is the kind of story you ready if you love romance but you want it mirrored to real life. These characters aren't ones that are made from sugar and spice and everything nice. These are character who are made from fire, sweat, and tears. 

My only complaint is that the ending felt too short, if not a little rushed. I literally checked the percentage and cringed because there wasn't enough left for all that I wanted to happen (or at least for me to get as many details as the earlier chapters of the story). 

Apparently this is a standalone within a series....guess I'll be reading the entire series now. 




Frankie
I stopped and faced the ocean bent over at the waist with my hands braced against my knees, feeling like a ton of bricks were pushing on my lungs.  I decided to just walk back and take it easy.  I took a few steps toward home and then heard him.  He was barely speaking above a whisper, but I could hear him like he was yelling in my ear.
“Tell me your name.”
I inhaled and wasn’t sure exhaling was in my future.  We had a good thing going, and now he had to go and ruin it by wanting to know my name.  Everything would change from this point on.  He was a man of honour.  He couldn’t know who I was and not tell someone.  It was the someones who could hurt me and I needed to do everything I could to avoid them finding me.  My name wasn’t exactly a household name, but in certain circles, it was known and more so, the man I was avoiding was pretty much known everywhere.
“I can’t tell you that, Hardy.”

He stared at me with emotions running wild across his face.  Like a slot machine they spun on until they landed on the winner.  Pain.  He slowly walked toward where I was rooted.  I couldn’t move if another hurricane force wind came upon us there and then.  I felt like if I broke our stare down, I would feel the pain of it for a really long time.
“Why?” he whispered.  I could hear him clearly now that he was standing just a foot in front of me.  “I need to hear it.  I need to know your name.”
“Why?”  I echoed his words back to him.  “Why does it matter?  What are we doing here, Hardy?  We’re just running.  That’s it.  We don’t need to know anything about each other, we just need to run.”
“How long are you just going to run, Red?  How long until you let me know you?  I’ve been here.  Every day for the past two weeks, running behind you, but I’m done with running behind you.”  He began to close the space between us until he was breathing my air.  “I’m done waiting for you to give me a piece of you.  I want it now.”  He lowered his voice and began to lean in.  “Give.  Me.  Your.  Name.”
I had huge personal space issues.  He was pushing every limit I had and it terrified me.  I felt a tear start to trickle down my face.  We were frozen, at a standstill.  One of us had to move first and I realized I was actually afraid his move would be to walk away.  Something woke up inside of me at that realization.  Being alone was beginning to be pretty damn lonely.
“Frances, but my friends call me Frankie.”  I whispered the words he was looking for and then I promptly turned and ran like the track star I once was, all the way back to the safety of my house.  Away from Hardy.
Holly Mortimer is a wife and mother of two daughters, residing in Stratford, ON. She started writing in high school in an Ancient Egyptian History class, penning her first piece on Cleopatra and her many loves. Her teacher immediately asked her if she had any interest in writing soap operas when she graduated and the rest is history.
She has just completed her second novel, Ignite and is currently working the third book in this series.She loves reading, watching movies and playing with her kids, dog and family, when she’s not daydreaming about her current book obsession.
 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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Teasing Hands: The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will. "Undress for me."
Taunting Lips: Her body was my greatest damnation. I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her. “I hate that I love you.”
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Title: Uncontrollable
Series: Key West Series #3
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: September 15, 2015
Avery Nolan’s father has never been a part of her life. As a result, she finds herself becoming a caretaker. Always trying to please other people, willing to tuck her own concerns aside for the happiness of others. She is selfless. She is a nurturer. On the outside, it appears Kade Thomas has it all, but no one can understand the guilt and ache he feels daily. He is haunted by his past. Every time he closes his eyes, he finds himself reliving the same nightmare, over and over again. He blames himself for the loss of Jenna. He pushed her too far and she paid the price. Avery saw something special in Kade, from the first day she met him—she could feel it. But the darkness that consumes him is… Uncontrollable. Will she finally be the one to break down the walls he’s built around his heart and soul? Or will she find some walls are just Indestructible… 

Avery POV

“Oh yes,” I moaned much louder than I anticipated. The problem was I didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed. “Yes, right there, a little harder, deeper,” I instructed as my eyes rolled back into my head and I fisted the sheet beneath me.

“Does that feel good right there?”

All I could do was nod. I was entirely too invested in the pleasure to form complete, meaningful sentences.

“Wow.” Harper’s voice broke through my euphoria. “If I didn’t know better myself, I would think there was a whole lot of kink going on in here. My customers are gonna think I’m running a secret sex shop in the massage room.”

I wanted to yell at her to stop killing my buzz, but the words got hung up when I tried to force them out. The only sound I could make was moan after moan of ecstasy.

I hadn’t even noticed the moans coming from Quinn on the next bed over until that moment. “Harper, you are without a doubt the most amazing sister-in-law.” Quinn groaned as the massage therapist, Greg, rubbed her lower back, digging in just a little deeper.

“I’ll also be your dead sister-in-law if you keep moaning like that. Jett will kill me if he hears you. It already took hours to convince him to let you come today. Last week when you girls came in, he stood guard outside the doorway.”

“Greg thought he was going to die a slow death. Jett scared the hell out of him.” I caught the alarmed look on Greg’s face and buried my face in the headrest to hide my laughter. Jett was a caveman to begin with, but his behavior had only intensified after the wedding.

“Okay, okay, enough about Jett,” Quinn whined. “Greg can’t concentrate when you’re scaring him. Please do not kill my massage.”

Harper snickered and turned back to me, her gaze scanning over me. “How are you feeling?” It was a loaded question. She was asking about the pregnancy, Kade, and the situation between him and me.

“Good,” I assured her without giving her anything more. I closed my eyes and hoped she’d drop it.

I have no idea why I actually thought Harper would let it die.

“That’s all you’re giving me? Honestly, Avery, spill some details.” When I opened my eyes, she was using the “determined Harper” glare.

I stared right back. “Bug Quinn for gossip.”

“Um, no.” She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. “Jett is my brother, and the last thing I want is too many details when it comes to those two. Quinn knows this. That’s why she always throws things back at me that I don’t need to know. My brother taught her to evade me like that, so getting details out of her is no longer any fun. The last thing I want to know is how long my brother lasted this morning or how they had sex on the kitchen table.”

She faked a shiver and I laughed. I looked over at Quinn, and she nodded to confirm what Harper had just said.

“Well done,” I told her. “Table sex.” Then a thought occurred to me. “You are going to bleach said table when you get home, right? I mean, we’ve eaten dinner off it.”
 
Kade POV
“Here’s the address,” Easton said as he passed the paper over the top of the table toward me. “Bennie said they live in a ranch-style home at the end of the lane.” 
Vermont. They stuck around for a few months after the funeral and then picked up and moved thousands of miles away. Running from the place where they saw their daughter everywhere they looked. 
“You sure about this, Kade?” Jett asked as he sat down in the booth next to me. 
“Yeah, I am. It’s something I have to do. It’s the last step before I can say good-bye to Jenna,” I explained as I twisted the paper between my fingers. “I’m ready to move on with Avery, and I can’t do that until I do this.” 
My stomach was in knots at the idea of facing Jenna’s parents. I had no idea what to expect, but I wanted to close this chapter. 
“I’m gonna need something from you, Jett,” I said as I looked up from my hands. 
“And what would that be, brother?” he asked. 
“Keep an eye on my girl,” I said, and he grinned widely and nodded as Easton chuckled. “Yeah, I know. You never thought you’d see the day, right?” 
Jett placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it. 
“Nope, I didn’t, but it looks good on ya.” “What does?” I asked. 
“Love, infatuation, whatever you wanna call it,” Easton said. 
“Pussy-whipped, henpecked, does it matter how you refer to it?” Jude flopped down in the seat next to Easton, chuckling. “Avery has you wrapped around her pinky, and you are sunk to the deepest depths, brother.” 
I smiled. “Where the hell did you come from?” 
“I’ve been quietly observing this exchange you three were having.” He leaned back, waiting for me argue with what he had said. But he was right. It was pointless. Avery had me tied up tight, and there was no coming back.
I enjoy happy endings in my love stories. Loving those scenes that give it the needed angst and heat to keep you hooked and wanting more. Just enough drama to make her heart race and your stomach flutter. I haven't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently I have taken on a new liking and now I am addicted to Romance Novel.
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