Sunday, March 27, 2016

Blog Tour: Review: Walk the Edge (Thunder Road #2) **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt

Blog Tour: Review: Walk the Edge (Thunder Road #2) by Katie McGarry **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt





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Walk the Edge (Thunder Road, #2)
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One moment of recklessness will change their worlds
Smart. Responsible. That's seventeen-year-old Breanna's role in her large family, and heaven forbid she put a toe out of line. Until one night of shockingly un-Breanna-like behavior puts her into a vicious cyberbully's line of fire—and brings fellow senior Thomas "Razor" Turner into her life. 
Razor lives for the Reign of Terror motorcycle club, and good girls like Breanna just don't belong. But when he learns she's being blackmailed over a compromising picture of the two of them—a picture that turns one unexpected and beautiful moment into ugliness—he knows it's time to step outside the rules.' 
And so they make a pact: he'll help her track down her blackmailer, and in return she'll help him seek answers to the mystery that's haunted him—one that not even his club brothers have been willing to discuss. But the more time they spend together, the more their feelings grow. And suddenly they're both walking the edge of discovering who they really are, what they want, and where they're going from here.


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Excerpt:


Her face is white against her raven hair. Ghost white. I’d bet my left ball she hasn’t breathed since I spoke. Her hand is outstretched toward the busted cell on the ground, but her wide hazel eyes are cemented on me. I turn my head and I’m greeted by the amused faces of my brothers from the Reign of Terror who stand next to their bikes in the parking lot. They’ll be harassing me on this for weeks. Fuck me for trying to be chivalrous.
“You okay?” It’s a variation of the question I asked a few seconds ago, but this one she seems to understand as her body trembles to life.
“Um…” she stutters. We’ve been at the same schools since elementary age, otherwise I’d wonder if she was a foreign exchange student with limited English. “I only have twenty dollars.” 
The muscles in the back of my neck tense. “I’m not going to jack you for your money.” 
She quits breathing again. 
“Nice to know your current bank account status,” I bite. “But I asked you if you were okay.” 
Color returns to her cheeks as I pin her with my gaze. She accused me of trying to rob her. I know it, she knows it, and she’s now informed I’m not the asshole in this scenario. 
“Yes,” she finally answers. “I’m okay. I mean no…I mean…I broke my phone.” 
She did and that sucks for her. 
Her eyes flicker between me and the phone like she wants to retrieve it, yet she’s too paralyzed. 
Saving us from this torture, I swipe the pieces of the cell and lean against the wall. 
The distance between us relaxes her and that gulp of air was audible as she tucks herself tight in the corner farthest from me. This reaction isn’t new. I’ve seen it since I was a child whenever my father or anyone from the Terror entered a room full of civilians. To everyone outside of the club, we’re the evil motorcycle gang bent on blowing the house down. 
People and their hellish nightmare folklore involving us piss me off. I don’t know why I told the guys to give me a minute. I’m late for plans I made with Chevy and some girls, plus I’m on call in case the board chooses to meet sooner rather than later to discuss Detective Jake Barlow. 
But something about how this chick appeared alone and frightened messed me up. It reminded me…The thought stalls and the emotional speed bump causes a flash of pain in my chest. Screw it, her expression reminded me of Mom the last time I saw her—the night she died. 
My mom. I shake my head to expel her ghost. One visit from one bastard trying to use me and I’m being haunted by a past I can’t change. That’s what the detective was salivating over—to use me for info on the club. He’s one of too many who believes our club is the devil’s prodigy. 
What he doesn’t see is that we’re a family—the type of family that comes when called. 
Obviously not like this girl’s family. 
“Is it yes or no?” It’s damn difficult to shove the battery in now that the frame is bent. 
“Yes or no what?” her long black hair sweeps past her shoulders. She has the type of hair that would have to be pulled up if she rode on the back of my bike. Gotta admit, I like her hair, especially how it shines under the lights of the school’s overhang. 
“If you’re okay.” I survey the mostly empty area to prove a point. “If we leave, you’ll be alone, and I don’t care of that. There’s some real psychos out there.”




★★★★★

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I found this to be a modern, abstract, edgy Cinderella story. That almost went Romeo and Juliet a bit, but did not, thankfully.


Cinderella = Breanna

Prince = Razor (Thomas)

Ugly Stepsister(s) = Breanna's siblings

Stepmother = Kyle

Fairy Godmother = Olivia
Glass Slipper = Breanna's Fearlessness
Ball = The Bar Scene
Kingdom = Reign of Terror MC



I hope I did not miss anything up there, but yeah. This is what popped into my head after I finished reading this story.

A forbidden relationship forms between the genius Breanna Miller and one of the town's feared Reign of Terror motorcycle club member and fellow senior Thomas "Razor" Turner. So many things become at stake before they know it. Rules getting broken, lies being found out, and being blackmailed is not even half of it.

I really love Razor and Breanna, the way they interact with one another fits with each of their personality and at times it is obvious that one makes up for what the other lacks. That would pretty much tie in with the fact that they come from two totally different worlds, and when their lives crash together, some things would clash and others did not.

McGarry's writing is once again flawless. Nailed it. There was so many lessons the characters needed to learn and things that they needed to experience in order to figure out problems and such first hand. For instance, Razor needed to learn to trust because he was unsure about his past, therefore allowing him to not rely on others, only himself. Breanna needed to find her true self because she was always held to a certain standard, constantly compared to her older sister and was depended on to take responsibilities only a parent should,therefore not really allowing her to be her true self and be a normal teenager, as well as not being able to unload, to have someone to talk to.

Overall, this was a well rounded story, I cannot believe I devoured this book so quickly even though I strictly made myself take my time and pace myself. This was one of the few books I literally checked my calendar for and closely monitored. McGarry did an amazing job and hope she keeps it up with the rest of the upcoming books in the series.






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Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON,  BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.



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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Release Day Launch: Dawn (Dire Wolves Chronicles #3) **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt

Release Day Launch: Dawn (Dire Wolves Chronicles #3) by Alyssa Rose Ivy **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt


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We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Alyssa Rose Ivy's DAWN!

DAWN is the third novel in her New Adult Paranormal Romance Dire Wolves Chronicles 


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It is always darkest before dawn.

Gage and Mary Anne are on the run and determined to break Hunter out of prison so he can finish changing Gage. They look to Mary Anne’s college friend Genevieve and the zany Dire Denny for assistance, but in the end, help comes from the unlikeliest of places.

Hunter must end the hunt even if it means destroying his own brother and giving up on the girl destined to be his. With betrayal surrounding him at every turn, his best chance at ending the hunt is someone he is sworn to hate.


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Excerpt:


“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” As inconsequential as her answer was, it mattered to me. I wanted to know her tastes and preferences. I wanted to know everything about her. 
“My favorite flavor of ice cream?” She leaned up on her elbow. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?” 
“I need to know more about you.” 
“And that includes learning my ice cream preferences?” 
“You know all of that stuff about me, don’t you?” I already knew the answer. 
“Rocky Road.” She flushed. 
“See.” 
“Does that freak you out?” 
I ran my lips across hers. “Not in the slightest. It means you cared enough to know. I should have too. I should have noticed you more.” 
“You had plenty of other girls to notice.” 
“I don’t notice them now.” There was no one else I wanted. I’d never understand how I hadn’t noticed how perfect we were for each other. 
“Maybe you will again.” 
“Nope. You’re stuck with me.” I was only half joking. I wouldn’t force my company on her, but if it was up to me, I’d never leave her side again. 
“Because I already know you’re a wolf?” 
“No.” I felt a growl growing inside me. “Because you’re meant to be with me.” 
“Oh no. No. No.” She moved away. “None of that. Next you are going to start talking about pre-destined dreams and freaky stuff like that.” 
I stiffened. Those dreams were the root of most of our trouble. “This has nothing to do with dreams. It’s about the way I feel. Becoming Dire has made things even clearer for me.” 
“But you’re still you, so if it’s just your Dire side…” 
I rolled her over so she was under me. “My feelings for you come from both of my sides. They were always there, but this experience has made them stronger. Being with you has made them stronger. Becoming a Dire has only accentuated what I already felt as a human. Things are clearer now, crisper.” 
She grazed her teeth over her lip in a nervous gesture, and I couldn’t hold back. I needed to taste her lips myself. I leaned my head down and let my lips connect with hers. 
The kiss wasn’t gentle nor any of the things I’d promised my kisses with her would be now. It was primal and needy. I was greedy, wanting and needing to soak up every ounce of her.






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Displaying Alyssa Rose Ivy- Author Photo.jpgAlyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.









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Monday, August 24, 2015

Blog Tour: Review: Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights #2) **GIVEAWAY** + Trailer

Blog Tour: Review: Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights #2) **GIVEAWAY** + Trailer


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After the death of her parents on the day of her college graduation, Delilah Armstrong thought she could finally follow her heart and come out to her closest friends, but the guilt of going against her parents’ beliefs haunts her. The feelings she has for her best friend, Ashley, are stronger than anything she’s felt before, but Delilah has never even kissed a girl, and fear stops her at every turn. 
Ashley Carver promised herself that she would never again date another girl who wasn’t out, but that was before she met intoxicatingly sweet and sexy Delilah.  
When another girl offers to teach Delilah the ropes, it changes Delilah’s whole world and gives her the courage to go after the only girl she really wants. But coming out isn’t as easy as Delilah imagined, and moving past her parents’ death and the feelings of guilt she is left with is even harder. The intense passion between Ashley and Delilah is too strong to deny, but coming together means risking everything. 
Discovering Delilah is an edgy, evocative, romantic story of friendship, family, and the courage to love.


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Catching Cassidy (Harborside Nights #1) by Melissa Foster


Wyatt Armstrong never imagined that instead of celebrating his college graduation, he and his twin sister would be dealing with the death of their parents.  Then again, Wyatt had never been one to think past tomorrow. He heads to their summer home in Harborside, Massachusetts, with his best friend Cassidy Lowell in tow, to deal with his parents’ death and to try to figure out his next step. 
Six foot two, infuriatingly handsome, and flirtatious, Wyatt Armstrong has always been there for Cassidy, helping her pass her classes and fend off unwanted advances, while driving her insane with his one-night stands—but that’s what best friends are for, isn’t it? Having each other’s backs. There was never any doubt that she would accompany him to his family’s summer home—but she never expected to begin seeing Wyatt as more than a friend. Or has she been ignoring her feelings all along? 
It’s impossible to ignore the sizzling heat between them as Wyatt and Cassidy get even closer, but Cassidy knows Wyatt’s past, and she has a real job to begin in the fall. Wyatt may be a sure thing for the summer, but Cassidy needs more. For the first time in his life, Wyatt is forced to look toward the future if he doesn’t want to lose the one woman who’s shared his past and owns his heart.

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Displaying melissa.pngMelissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa also co-writes the Love on Rockwell Island series with New York Times bestselling author Bella Andre. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.
Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Blog Tour: Review: Getting Hot (Jail Bait #3) **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt

Blog Tour: Review: Getting Hot (Jail Bait #3) by Mia Storm **GIVEAWAY** + Excerpt


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Rules of engagement:
1) You have the right to use force to defend yourself.
2) Fire may be returned to stop a hostile attack.
3) You may not seize the property of others to accomplish your mission.
4) Detention of civilians is authorized in self-defense.
Delilah Morgan and her older sister Destiny have been on their own for two years, since their parents burned down the family home and went to jail for cooking meth. She’s street smart and tough. Nothing about her says sixteen, and she’s not about to tell anyone, especially Bran, the hot ex-marine bartender Destiny has her eye on. He’s stable and successful and everything her sister needs to keep them off the street. The only problem, something about Bran inspires her and suddenly she’s writing the best music she ever has. About him. 
Branson Silo knows what it means to be in the line of fire. Home for a year from his second tour of duty in Afghanistan, he thinks he’s safe…until he meets Delilah. Despite her sharp tongue that makes him want to take cover, he can’t deny the attraction. But when he hires her to play weekends at his family’s saloon, he finds out she’s more than he can handle…which is saying something considering he used to blow things up for a living.
When the grenade finally explodes and the shrapnel flies, will Bran be left standing? Or has he survived years at war only to be taken down by Jail Bait?


:*:・。,★゜・:*:・。,★゜・:*:・。,★゜・:*:・。,★゜・:*:・。,★゜・:*:・。,★゜・:*:・


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I’m blending a pair of frozen daiquiris with one hand and shaking a martini with the other when out of the corner of my eye, I see a solo blonde slide onto the barstool at the end, near the beer taps. I finish what I’m doing and prepare the tray for Carol to pick up before glancing over and seeing its Destiny. 
A guy in the middle of the bar makes eye contact and nods at his empty beer mug. I grab it and start filling without really looking up at her. “Didn’t think I’d see you again till closer to closing.” 
“Sorry?” she says. “Are you talking to me?” 
The voice is off—slightly raspy and a pitch lower than her usual. I look up again and squint at her, wondering if she’s already started drinking. She’s taken her straight hair down from the ponytail she always wears it in and it’s not as long as I remember it from the other night—the only other time I’ve seen it down. There’s also a fading blue stripe cutting through the platinum over her right ear that I’ve never noticed before. 
“What can I get you?” I ask her instead of pushing it. 
I’m already reaching for the vodka and cranberry to start on a Madras, her drink of choice last week, when she answers, “Rum and Coke.” 
“That’s different,” I mutter, shooting her another glance. 
She gives me a puzzled look. “Look, I really just wanted to find out if you hire entertainment.” 
My face mirrors her puzzlement, I’m sure, as I try to process her statement. “Why?” 
She hunches to the side and pulls something up from her feet. I see it’s a battered black guitar case when the narrow end peeks over the top of the bar. “Because I need a gig.” 
“Didn’t know you played,” I say, pushing her drink across the bar to her. 
That baffled look is back as she pulls it toward her and takes a swallow. I can’t help following the curve of her long neck downward toward a pair of large round tits perfectly outlined by her snug, low-cut T-shirt. She is definitely hot, and if we’re on the same page, then I’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. She wants me to fuck her till she screams? I’m perfectly capable of that. She sets her drink down and catches me staring. 
She cuts me that wicked smile again, causing my cock to stir. I return the smile, sending the innuendo right back at her.
She props her elbows onto the bar and leans forward, giving me a clear look down her shirt. “Considering that we’ve never met before, I don’t find that surprising.” 
I’m so absorbed in images of my face buried in those magnificent tits that it takes me a second to process what she said. 
My eyes snap to hers. “Wait…what?” 
She reaches across the bar, offering me a hand. “Lilah.” 
There’s a full second all I can do is stare, wondering if this is one of those split personality things you hear about sometimes. And in that second, through the dim lighting, I take in all the tiny details—a dark mole at the outer corner of her right eye; her eyes, silver instead of blue; the missing white crescent-shaped scar above Destiny’s right eyebrow; and lips, a little fuller than I remember—which are smirking at me now. 
“You’re not Destiny,” I say as it all clicks. 
It’s not a question, but she shakes her head. “No. I am most definitely not Destiny.” 
“Twins?” I ask. 
She cocks her head playfully. “What do you think?” 
“You’ve got to be. You’re fucking identical except for the eyes.” I tap my forehead. “And you’re missing a scar.” 
Her perfect blond eyebrow raises in amusement. “She’s the pretty one and I’m the smart one.” 
I bark out a laugh as I reach across and shake her hand. “Bran Silo. Good to meet you.” 
She doesn’t let go of my hand for a second after we’re done shaking—just long enough to send a clear message that she’s interested. 
A knot forms in my gut, and I realize it’s guilt. Destiny and I have an understanding, but regardless, I’m pretty sure fucking her sister would be way outside the bounds of gentlemanly behavior. Not that anyone would ever mistake me for a gentleman. “Destiny never mentioned she had a sister.” 
“Doesn’t surprise me.” She takes another drink, nearly polishing it off in a few big gulps. 
I tip my head at it her glass. “Another?” 
“My limit is one,” she says, pushing her glass toward me. “Just Coke this time, thanks.” 
Carol sweeps by on her way to the kitchen, dropping an order on my bar. “Thought you left,” she says to Lilah without slowing down. “Careful or your favorite customer might ask for you,” she adds, jerking her head at Mr. Hendricks as she disappears through the swinging door. 
I bark out a laugh as I scoop ice into Lilah’s glass and fill it with Coke. “Good to know I’m not the only one.” 
Lilah shrugs. “Happens all the time.” She slides out of her chair, lifting the guitar case. “So do you want to hear me play or what?” 
I look around the crowded room, loud with chatter, drowning out the background music.
“We don’t generally have live entertainment,” I say, which is really an understatement. We’ve never had live entertainment. But for some reason, I’m not willing to shut Lilah down so fast. 
When my eyes find her again, annoyed impatience shines loud and clear out of her gaze. 
“So that’s a no?” 
I feel my mouth pull into a cocky half-smile. “I didn’t say that.” 
She opens her case and pulls out her guitar, unabashedly climbing through the window I left ajar for her. I watch as she sets herself up on the stool and rests the guitar in her lap, gripping it softly but confidently. 
She starts strumming, and I expect her to be discrete, since this is basically an audition, but there’s not a shred of self-consciousness or embarrassment anywhere in her disposition as she begins to belt out lyrics—an old No Doubt song that I can’t remember the name of. 
The way she plays, as if on instinct; the passion in her voice, and the fact that she’s really fucking good, starts to turn heads at the tables closest to us. As they quiet and listen, more tables still, and soon the only thing she’s competing to be heard over is the Kat Country on the speakers. But she doesn’t decrease her volume. If anything, as eyes find her, she becomes louder, feeding off the attention. 
I reach under the bar and click off the stereo, then lean onto the back counter and cross my arms, listening as she finishes one song and launches into the next. 
A guy at the bar pulls a five from his pocket and flags me down with it. I grab his beer mug, but he shakes his head. “Is there a tip jar?” he asks with a nod toward Lilah. 
I pull a fresh mug from under the bar and he slips the five inside, then I set it at the end of the bar near Lilah. She cuts me a smile and her eyes slide down my body as she sings. 
And fuck me. I lean my hands on the bar and press against the lower counter when my dick won’t yield to my will. Without a doubt, everything Destiny has going on, Lilah’s got that and more.


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★★★★★

4 of 5 stars


You've got to be crazy not to pick this up!

This one seemed a lot quicker to read, but still very entertaining and an enjoyable read regardless.

Mia Storm brings another twist of forbidden love to the table, the proverbial bread and wine.

Man sees girl, thinks she's hot. Man hits her up, she goes with it. What she knows is something he doesn't. Isn't even aware there is something that he should know. Guess what it is.

The writing was real great, extremely easy to completely get sucked into this amazing storm Storm has created and be submitted to see it through to the very end and still want more.


I wished the story delved into more of the PTSD concept to the plot along with the other traumatic events the characters had to live through and the mark it left on them.

Right when I got to the end, I wanted to go back and not just read this story, but the first two all over again. Storm's work is definitely not one-night stand material, that's for sure. Mia's books are ones that just have to be read more than once just to satisfy some of your hunger for hot romance and sexy times.

Gah, sexy times, did I really put that?

Overall, I had such a great time read all of Mia's work, especially this one because I was able to finish in one sitting. Every sentence was worth reading, I kid you not.





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Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor




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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Blog Tour: Review: Burn (Bayonet Scars #5) + Excerpt

Blog Tour: Review: Burn by J.C. Emery + Excerpt

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Burn (Bayonet Scars, #5)


Tragedy cuts deep. Revenge burns deeper.
The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
Ian prefers his pleasure mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice. Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.
Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of Fort Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.
Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.
Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.


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“You ride?” 
I shake my head. He turns his face toward mine and waits as though I haven’t answered him. Maybe he thinks I haven’t. I guess I’ve been silent too long because he squeezes my hand and continues to stare at me with searching eyes. I shake my head again and this time he sees it and nods his head in return. He drops my hand and climbs on his bike. He nudges the kickstand up and holds the bike upright. He has a helmet in his outstretched hand. 
“Wear this, then climb on like I did and place your feet here,” he says and points to a cylindrical black peg that juts out of the bike. “Don’t drop your feet and let your body lean into the turns.” 
He’s patient with me as I stand here and psych myself up. I’ve had maybe a fantasy or two about a sexy man on a motorcycle, but until Ian it was just that—a passing fantasy that went as quickly as it came. 
With his pointer finger, he summons me forward and sets the helmet on the tank between his legs. His eyes aren’t kind exactly and they’re not dark and sexy. They’re something else that I’m desperate to place, but can’t. I close the distance between us and stand before him. Slowly, he reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. 
“Tell me where you’re at,” he says quietly. He tucks my hair behind my other ear as well. I let out a soft, unintentional sigh. I barely hear the question—or order rather—and instead have all my attention focused on his touch. Being able, and even wanting, to be touched is such a wonder. “Tell me I help.” 
There’s such a vulnerability about him in this moment as his fingers lightly weave through my messy hair and he’s asking for reassurance. My breath halts in my lungs. I both loathe and love the sound of his plea. I didn’t even know he was capable of this. Ian is always so strong for me that I think I sometimes forget that he’s human. 
“I need you.”


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 ★★★★★

My Rating: 4 of 5 stars


The crime was intense, the intimacy was even more so.

This story did not play out like how I expected it to. It's on a whole other level.

The tortured soul sob story is not what this is. This is more of a tortured soul comeback.

Hitting real issues fiercely and accepting that these things do happen, to anybody, and not letting the bad and evil things effect life negatively.

The story is of Ian and Mindy, two people with their own problems, issues, darkness or whatever you want to call it. Some of their baggage was brought on by an unfortunate situation, therefore, bringing them two together in the first place.

The situations the main characters were put in made them seem more in the background, especially at times when either main character was having to interact with a group of other people, regardless of whether it was with family or a friend. This made the interactions between Ian and Mindy seem as if they were literally in their own world, more intimate as well as more acknowledged when talking with another character in the story. It's not just useless dialogue or a fill-in scene that isn't significant to the plot which also shows the author's talent in not wasting a single word, so brownie points for that, JC.

I didn't quite get the revenge concept of the story. I mean, I understood the reasons why the characters felt the way they felt, but I didn't really see the point the author was trying to make. All I got was that Ian and Mindy needed to cope and accept all that went down, together, and the fact that their relationship was going to happen but needed to just take off from a good starting point. Unless the revenge was all about the fire scene, then I guess I did get it. Yes, because that would have been the 'good starting point' for Mindy and Ian and for finally seeing things the way each other saw it, and being accepting of everything. Bamn!

Overall, I ABSOLUTELY enjoyed reading the 5th installment of the Bayonet Scars series. There was so much intensity with Ian and Mindy. Their connection with one another was so beyond electric, they have shocked each other many times, but in the end, all that kinetic energy got them where they needed to be.






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About the Author:


Displaying jcemery.JPGAs a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful. 
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.


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