Book Crazy Gals Book Blog: January 2015

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

BLOG TOUR ~ CONCEALMENT BY SCARLET WOLFE

Concealment by Scarlet Wolfe

Release Day Blitz

January 23, 2015

Hosted by Everything Marie Tours

Book Description

Publication Date: January 23, 2015

Victoria Hart is supposed to be the enemy. She is an undercover detective who infiltrated my hotel and casino as an employee to take down my illegal enterprise. What she doesn’t know is I am fully aware of it. The operation I’m orchestrating is monumental compared to anything her mind could envision.

It’s the burning desire I feel when she’s near that I didn’t see coming. An unwavering draw to touch her, and the need to break down her walls is testing my restraint; however, nothing can stand in the way of my ultimate goal. She could destroy everything my brothers and I have worked toward to avenge our father’s death.

To keep the upper hand, it is vital to know your enemy. How deeply can I go, peeling back her intriguing layers while still concealing the truth? How much of Victoria can I claim before she’s too close … too close for me to let her go?

This novel ends in a cliffhanger and is for a mature audience due to harsh language and descriptive sexual scenes.

Purchase Links

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ASHLEY'S 5 STAR REVIEW:

Holy Hotness!!

Scarlet Wolfe has created a world of mystery, intrigue and sexiness.

Victoria is an undercover cop investigating owners of a casino. But when she meets Adrian Cassano, all bets are off. Both lust after each other, knowing this affair could lead to danger.

I have read most of Scarlet Wolfe's work. She continues to produce quality writing with solid plot lines. Even with this book ending in a cliffhanger, I'm looking forward to the next part.

Excerpt

Victoria's POV:

I’m sprawled out on Adrian Cassano’s dining room table. It’s now questionable if I’m worthy of my career in law enforcement.

His fingers stroke my wet panties, causing me to gasp. My eyes open, and he’s piercing me with a lascivious gaze. Hooking his fingers over the top of the satiny fabric, he inches them along my legs and up over my knees until he’s lifting each foot to remove them.

Even though I’m headed straight toward a brick wall, I can’t bring myself to hit the brakes. Adrian will believe this was an act.

I was truly engaged during our many in-depth conversations.

He’s intelligent, interesting and caring. I genuinely find humor in his witty remarks and miss his presence when he’s not near, yet he won’t believe any of it. He’ll think it was all pretend.

There is only a collision ahead, but I can’t stop it. I’m selfish, wanting the attention he gives me. Adrian’s touch is addictive, the anticipation alone igniting a high … an exhilarating rush to ride on.

“Tell me to touch you, Victoria. Aside from your soaked pussy giving it away, convince me you want this.” His voice is controlled yet commanding.

“I want you to touch me. Fuck, please, touch me now …” I’m breathless, my words uttered with desperation. Two fingers slip into me as his other hand slides up the outside of my leg. It snakes around my knee, and his lips tenderly kiss the inside of it.

Fingers move in time with his thumb that is rubbing circles of pleasure, provoking shameless moans to leave my dry mouth.

An animalistic sound rattles Adrian’s chest, his earnest stare still anchored to mine. His hand moves from my knee and massages my breast.

“Mmmm,” I hum. The pleasure heightens as he twists my nipple and tugs on it. All at once, an orgasm takes hold. “Adrian.”

“Come, Victoria. Come on my fingers. God, I’m dying to fuck you.”

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About the Author

Scarlet Wolfe began writing in January of 2013 as a way to distract and heal from some of the grief she was dealing with after the death of her teenage son. She instantly fell in love with bringing characters to life. Releasing contemporary romance throughout 2013, she has branched out this year, releasing erotica and teen.When not writing, Scarlet enjoys spending time with her family and friends. She loves coffee, chocolate, wine, stories about possessive, hot alpha males, and other flavors of ice cream besides vanilla. She hopes her writing will encourage readers to feel more comfortable exploring their sexuality.

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Monday, January 26, 2015

WITHERING HOPE BLOG TOUR + 5 STAR REVIEW

Book & Author details:

Withering Hope by Layla Hagen

Publication date: January 19th 2015

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

*This will be a STANDALONE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE.*
Aimee’s wedding is supposed to turn out perfect. Her dress, her fiancé and the location—the idyllic holiday ranch in Brazil—are perfect.
But all Aimee’s plans come crashing down when the private jet that’s taking her from the U.S. to the ranch—where her fiancé awaits her—defects mid-flight and the pilot is forced to perform an emergency landing in the heart of the Amazon rainforest.
With no way to reach civilisation, being rescued is Aimee and Tristan’s—the pilot—only hope. A slim one that slowly withers away, desperation taking its place. Because death wanders in the jungle under many forms: starvation, diseases. Beasts.
As Aimee and Tristan fight to find ways to survive, they grow closer. Together they discover that facing old, inner agonies carved by painful pasts takes just as much courage, if not even more, than facing the rainforest.
Despite her devotion to her fiancé, Aimee can’t hide her feelings for Tristan—the man for whom she’s slowly becoming everything. You can hide many things in the rainforest. But not lies. Or love.
Withering Hope is the story of a man who desperately needs forgiveness and the woman who brings him hope. It is a story in which hope births wings and blooms into a love that is as beautiful and intense as it is forbidden.

~~~~~ MARI'S 5 STAR REVIEW ~~~~~

First of all can I say, "wow"!!! I am still teary eyed after reading this. Ladies Tissues will be needed. You don't need me reiterate what the synopsis tells you. This book is a must read. It has despair, angst, turmoil, fear, hope, suspense, and true love. I couldn't not put this book down. I was on the edge of my seat, well bed really while reading this book. How was it going to end? Would I love it or be sad? Well it was definitely worth it.
Tristan and Aimee seemed like polar opposites, but one trip, a crash, and rainforest brought out the best in them. It isn't always easy trying to stay calm and strong when danger arises. Yet these two dealt with in a very inspiring and heart wrenching way. I smiled, cried, and held my breath through it this book. I wasn't sure my emotions could handle what faith had in store for them.
The title is an amazing fit for this story. At times I too felt like my hope was withering. What will happen? Will I love the outcome? Was everything that they faced worth it? I have to say this book was more than I bargained for, and worth it. Loved it.
Layla never disappoints. I fell in love with her first books, but this one just stole my heart, ripped it to pieces, and put it together in a wonderful way. It felt like I was facing those moments with the characters and thinking of the outcomes. That's what made this book a great read. So many emotions, hopes, and fears. Loved every moment of this book. Getting lost in the words, and that forest. I don't know if I would have endured what they did, but for love I would probably do the same.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22722898-withering-hope?ac=1

Purchase:

Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/1yeTjfo
Amazon UK link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Withering-Hope-Layla-Hagen-ebook/dp/B00SF3OACS/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1421643017&sr=8-2&keywords=withering+hope

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/withering-hope-layla-hagen/1120913595?ean=2940151753722
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id951300992
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/withering-hope

AUTHOR BIO

My name is Layla Hagen and I am a New Adult Contemporary Romance author.
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.
I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.
And I drink coffee. Lots of it, in case the photo didn’t make it obvious enough

Author links:

http://laylahagen.com/

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7520984.Layla_Hagen

https://www.facebook.com/LaylaHagenBooks

https://twitter.com/laylahagen

Monday, January 19, 2015

Final Life by Rose Garcia

Book #1 in the Transhuman Chronicles

Nothing sucks more than being forced to move cross country during senior year. And Dominique Wells doesn't think things can get any worse until she's invited to a quirky neighbor's party. When pressured into playing a magical card game, Dominique's world goes from sucky to terrifying. She begins having visions of a red desert and an evil presence--a presence who hints at past lives and promises to kill her.

Plagued by fear and suspicion, and unaware of a family secret kept hidden from her, Dominique is determined to live. Together with a mysterious and gorgeous guy who's moved in while his parents are away, and a hot, popular guy from school, Dominique must seek clues to her past if she's to survive. That, and keep her emotions in check for the two guys she suddenly can't stop thinking about because if she doesn't, she'll be dead. For real.

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EXCERPT

The image

of blue sky, white sand, and calm waters popped into my mind, edging out the

fear and panic that had taken over me.

My body

slipped to the ground. My knees sank into the cool, pebbly sand. A soft breeze

flowed through my hair. Farrell stood beside me at the water’s edge, staring

out at the still water. He extended his arm and helped me to my feet. I brushed

myself off, recalling the terror and pain I had just left behind in the red

desert. I patted my chest.

“Am I

really here?”

“No,”

Farrell said sadly. “Only your mind is here.”

“Farrell,

am I—?” I paused, not wanting to say the words, as if keeping them to myself

would change my fate. “Am I dying?”

“Yes.” He

took my hand. “There’s nothing I can do.” His calmness filtered into me. And

for a minute there, death didn’t seem so bad.

attention turned to a bird in the distance that soared through the cloudless

sky. For eight lifetimes now I had died, and this was my last time. The world

would never be the same, and it was my fault.

Farrell

squeezed my hand. “Remember what I said? The last time we were here?”

Of course I

remembered. “You told me the end is not yet written, and to trust myself.”

The bird, a

white Egret, flew closer and glided right over us, wings outstretched. A lone,

feather escaped its plumage. The delicate quill drifted back and forth in the

sky. Just like the feather from my dreams and the feather Ms. Ryken had given

me that I had later seen at Jan’s. And then it dawned on me that it was the

same color as Farrell’s aura. I extended my hand, reaching out for it. When it

touched my palm, it disappeared.

flipping a switch, I was back in the desert. Heat exploded inside me. The air

in my lungs had almost emptied. Warm, thick blood dripped from my fingers.

Farrell and Trent were on the other side of Tavion’s dark energy force, and I

was still inside, barely alive. Tavion continued to lift me at my throat,

squeezing the life out of me.

“Dominique!

Fight!” Trent yelled.

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ABOUT ROSE

Rose Garcia is a lawyer turned writer who's always been fascinated by science fiction and fantasy. From a very young age, she often had her nose buried in books about other-worlds, fantastical creatures, and life and death situations. More recently she's been intrigued by a blend of science fiction and reality, and the idea that some supernatural events are, indeed, very real. Fueled by her imagination, she created The Transhuman Chronicles--a series of books about people who have overcome human limitations.

Rose lives in Houston with her husband and two kids. You can visit Rose at www.rosegarciabooks.com

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Is theirs a match made in heaven...or hell?

Nick Channing, drummer for Fully Automatic, has never taken sex seriously. He’s had fun and met dozens of women—mostly one-night stands—and he prefers it that way. From his parents to his friends, he’s witnessed love and relationships firsthand and believes women are nothing but a headache.

Nick, Brad, and Val team up again to launch her new band Val Hella. There’s one problem, though: they still need a bassist. They audition dozens of women, trying to find the perfect one and settle on Sabrina, known onstage simply as Sinna, a bad ass metal head who’s perfect for the band: pierced, tattooed, dressed in black from head to toe, and she handles her bass with precision. She is a force to be reckoned with and Nick is smitten.

When Nick gets her alone the first time to lay on the charm, he’s met with a coolness he’s never experienced. Sabrina is mysterious and thoroughly unimpressed with Nick and his behavior, and that’s when he decides he has to have her. As he falls headlong for her, he discovers her secrets, one dark shadow at a time. He thinks she loves him back, but he can’t be sure. By the time he’s completely down the rabbit hole, his heart’s so entangled, he fears he might not be able to save himself. Can she save him or will she wreck him for all time?

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Twitter: twitter.com/jadecjamison

“What tricks you got, babycakes?”

Brina’s voice was low, almost derisive. “I don’t need tricks. My playing speaks for itself.”

He couldn’t let that one go. “Yeah, and how many personal fans do you have, Sinna?”

She sneered—actually sneered—and, for some strange reason, Nick felt a twitch in his cock at the sight. He stopped himself from bursting into laughter, because that would have made her angrier. While he didn’t mind her angry, he hoped to be able to enjoy a real conversation. She took two steps closer to him and said, “I don’t count how many personal fans I have, if I even have any. It’s not about me, Nick, any more than it’s about you.” Her voice wrapped around his name like honey, but it oozed disgust. He still wasn’t sure if he found it hot or not. She continued, not giving him a chance to evaluate his emotions. “It’s about us as a group, as a band, and until we gel, there will be division, and if we’re not cohesive, what the hell kind of music are we gonna make?”

“I see your point, but I have a counterpoint. If you are all about the band and don’t give a shit about yourself, then where’s your pride? Your personal responsibility?” He stood up. He’d been joking before, but now he was dead serious. Some small part of himself felt like she might be questioning his integrity, and that pissed him off. “When you fuck up onstage—and you will—will you blame all of us? We’re a band, after all.” He couldn’t help the tone in his voice. There would be no way for her to mistake how irritated he was becoming. It had been cute before, but now she was pushing some button that set him off. He wasn’t sure if he was angrier with her for pissing him off or himself for getting mad at her in the first place.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Nick. You know that’s not what I meant.” She got closer to him.

He closed the gap, so close that their noses almost touched. “How the fuck should I know that?” His eyes searched hers, trying to decide if she was wanting to start a war. But then, as he continued looking back and forth between those blue orbs, he saw them soften ever so slightly. He let his jaw relax a little then, but he still couldn’t quite read her.

Her words, however, were still acerbic. “Because you’re a smart fucking guy.” She cocked an eyebrow again. He couldn’t decide if he fucking loved the way she did that or if it was just another irritant. “Or so I thought.”

Nick tried once more to assess her and fell short. He could feel some kind of weird electricity sparking between them. At first, he’d thought it was the anger, but then he realized that maybe there was something more. He moved his head a few centimeters closer and she didn’t budge. His voice was barely a whisper when he said, “I am a smart fucking guy. I’m so goddamned smart that I figured out what this is all about.”

She furrowed her previously cocked brow, but he barely saw it as he brought his mouth down on hers. He knew that had to be the issue at hand—the sexual attraction between them both was interfering with their ability to communicate. It was making them angry, accusatory, and they weren’t acting like bandmates or even acquaintances. They were spitting at each other like they were mortal enemies. That might have been okay, but Nick definitely had other ideas about which way their relationship was heading.

He heard her mumble, “What the—?” Then he expected her to fight, based on her initial stance, but she let go and gave in, kissing him back.

It was an incredible explosion in his head, the sparks he felt because of the way their tongues danced together and the warmth of her body close to his. Feeling more in control then, he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close…

For years, Jade C. Jamison tried really hard to write what she thought was more “literary” fiction, but she found herself compelled to write what you read by her today—sometimes gritty, raw, realistic stories and other times humorous, light tales—but most of the stories she writes revolve around relationships and characters finding their way through life. While she doesn’t confine herself to just one genre, nor is there a nice neat label for what she writes, most of her work could be called erotic romance.

She lives in Colorado with her husband and four children.