Thursday, July 28, 2016

Perfect Rage (Unyielding #3) by Nashoda Rose

This is Connor's story.

Consumed by perfect rage.
I was fighting who I’d become and what I’d done.

There was nothing I cared about except her.
She was mine.
But I’d forgotten her—my shutterbug.
And I lost her.

Until now.

I’d do anything to possess her again.
Anything to keep her safe.
Protect her against my biggest opponent.

The monster.


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4.5 Raging Stars!

This series just gets better and better! I've been waiting for Connor's story since we found out he's alive (and yes, that should not be a spoiler, because you should of read the first two books!). I just knew his story was going to be heartbreaking and painful and it really is, but I loved every page!

The damaged man that showed up at the end of Perfect Ruin became an unknown to everyone who loved him. This Connor was full of rage, hate and just filled with pure darkness. But being captured and having your memories erased will do that to a man, especially by The Vault. 

In Perfect Rage, we learn how fun, care-free and loving Connor is. He loved to serve his country. He was meant to protect this country and the people he loves. And while overseas, he meets a beautiful photographer, Catalina "Alina" Diaz. She's young, determined and quickly falls for the solider. As their time overseas is spent falling in love, Alina hides her family secrets and danger from Connor and ends up breaking it up. 

Jump to seven years later, Alina is free from danger, but will never forgive herself for what happened to Connor. I won't spoil what he went through, but the author did a fantastic job of jumping to the his past when he was held captive. 

Connor is now living off the radar, but secretly watching the love of his life from afar. He wants to be close, but not close enough to hurt her, because his mental state is not stable. As Alina grows closer to Connor's old friends and family, she finally gets a sense of home, but what she needs is Connor. 

About the Author
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

Thick & Thin (Thin Love Book 3) by Eden Butler

My love was thick. 

Her faith was thin. Somewhere in the middle is where life found us. I claimed her when I was a boy. I held her until I was a man. She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between. 

Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life. They say time heals all wounds, but not for me. Not when my heart is empty. Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go. It always comes back to her. Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely. Before we lose our chance. Before we are irrevocably broken.

“You don’t want to remember?” I didn’t. Not a single memory. A touch that was new, a taste that was different—that’s what I wanted. Memory came with emotion. It came with commitment, something that would land me back where I’d begun four years ago. I wanted to move beyond that. I wanted more. “I…I want you to touch me like you don’t know me.” That hand slowed, the friction easing and I couldn’t look at him. “I want you to touch me like a stranger.” He didn’t stop moving against me. Ransom wasn’t purposefully cruel. He thought he knew me, assumed he knew when I was pretending. But I wasn’t this time. I wanted him to give me what I asked for, not what he thought I wanted, not what I had wanted in the past. But he couldn’t do it. No, he wasn’t a stranger. He knew how close I’d come to climax. So he didn’t stop, only slowed before he moved his hips, release my wrist to pull my face up. And because I recognized how badly he wanted this, and knew that I would end up wanting it, too, I let go of wanting anything else and gave myself up to his touch, his fire, his desire. “A stranger doesn’t touch you, Aly. Not like this.” And with that one touch, Ransom fractured the reserve I had tried so desperately to maintain. A push of my flesh, finger under my thong, right against my clit, bare, raw and that tactile, desperate urgency eased. “A stranger wouldn’t know what you whimper when you want it, when you’re so close to falling apart that your breath becomes a muffle of sound.” He tugged at my pants, freed me from anything but the floor under me and his touch. His palm over my naked ass, then he pulled me against his body until he pushed his fingers inside me, working me hard, like no one but Ransom ever had. Ever could. “No stranger would know that your breath hitches, that you hold everything still, the air in your lungs, even the beat of your pulse when I touch you.” He showed me then, with the dip of his fingers deep inside. And all did go still then—the breath between us, the axis of the world, my beating heart…it all seemed to stop until he moved his fingers over me, sliding until he found his way to a rhythm that made time coil and speed as quickly as it had slowed. Nothing held me back then. No excuses of why he shouldn’t touch me, no lies I told myself about not loving him anymore. “I’m not a stranger, nani. Your body knows that.” Working faster, deeper, he smiled, pleased and happy when my mouth opened, when the space between us filled with the soft noises I made. His face wasn’t expressionless anymore. It told me all I thought I’d forgotten. The act of touching me, making me come, the noises I made, it was all familiar to Ransom. It was comfortable. “Strangers don’t know love this deep. If they did, they wouldn’t be strangers at all.” That he whispered against my lips, kissing me like he couldn’t keep from it for another second. “Ransom…” “I’ll never be a stranger, Aly, because this body, your heart is mine. It always will be.”  

3.5 Stars

It's been awhile since we caught up with Ransom and Aly and that cliffhanger from the last book...I've been waiting to get my hands on it!

Thick & Thin picks right up after the last book, Aly has agreed to marry another man and did it publicly with Ransom in the audience. And we all knew her heart wasn't in it with another man. It only belongs to Ransom, but she made that decision long ago to walk away from him. And Ransom won't let her forget it their past.

Most of the book you spend a lot of time going back and forth between these two. They still love each other, but there is too much hurt and distrust. And getting a little drama with Kona and Keirra is always a plus. Overall, 


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Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Fantasy, Mystery and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help.  

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The Angels' Share (The Bourbon Kings, #2) by J.R. Ward

 #1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward delivers the second novel in her Bourbon Kings series—a sweeping saga of a Southern dynasty struggling to maintain a façade of privilege and prosperity, while secrets and indiscretions threaten its very foundation…

In Charlemont, Kentucky, the Bradford family is the crème de la crème of high society—just like their exclusive brand of bourbon. And their complicated lives and vast estate are run by a discrete staff who inevitably become embroiled in their affairs. This is especially true now, when the apparent suicide of the family patriarch is starting to look more and more like murder…

No one is above suspicion—especially the eldest Bradford son, Edward. The bad blood between him and his father is known far and wide, and he is aware that he could be named a suspect. As the investigation into the death intensifies, he keeps himself busy at the bottom of a bottle—as well as with his former horse trainer’s daughter. Meanwhile, the family’s financial future lies in the perfectly manicured hands of a business rival, a woman who wants Edward all to herself.

Everything has consequences; everybody has secrets. And few can be trusted. Then, at the very brink of the family’s demise, someone thought lost to them forever returns to the fold. Maxwell Bradford has come home. But is he a savior...or the worst of all the sinners?

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4 Stars

Oh the drama! The Bourbon Kings series takes me back to the soap opera world! The Angels' Share is another great read that reveals all the Bradford-Baldwine family secrets. The lies, secrets, the affairs and the mystery surrounding the death of the Bradford father keeps you turning the page till the very end.

A little tip before jumping in this book-- refresh your memory of who is who in from the first book. I actually had to review the first book to remember how each of these characters are connected and once I was good to go, I couldn't put the book down!

So everyone from Charlemont is back and unfortunately the death of Lane's father is no longer considered a suicide and finding the truth causes a lot more hurt and mystery for the Bradford family. But having Lane's love, Lizzie, by his side keeps Lane going and finding out the truth on why his father has run the Bradford Bourbon Company to the ground!

The book still focuses on Lane and he finds himself in charge of the family, when the Bradford's money situation comes to light. Everything changes for the family. Not only financially, but who they can trust.  We get introduced to some new characters who help shed light to the mystery and some who also keeps adding to the drama and lies. So without spoiling the secrets, I will say this book is entertaining with lots of romance between Lane and Lizzie. And is there more? I'm dying to know!

Toyota trucks were not supposed to go seventy-five miles an hour. Especially when they were ten years old.
At least the driver was wide awake, even though it was four a.m.
Lizzie King had a death grip on the steering wheel, and her foot on the accelerator was actually catching floor as she headed for a rise in the highway.
She had woken up in her bed at her farmhouse alone. Ordinarily, that would have been the status quo, but not anymore, not now that Lane was back in her life. The wealthy playboy and the estate’s gardener had finally gotten their act together, love bonding two unlikelies closer and stronger than the molecules of a diamond.
And she was going to stand by him, no matter what the future held.
After all, it was so much easier to give up extraordinary wealth when you had never known it, never aspired to it—and especially when you had seen behind its glittering curtain to the sad, desolate desert on the far side of the glamour and prestige.
God, the stress Lane was under.
And so out of bed she had gotten. Down the creaking stairs she had gone. And all around her little house’s first floor she had wandered.
When Lizzie had looked outside, she’d discovered his car was missing, the Porsche he drove and parked beside the maple by her front porch nowhere to be seen. And as she had wondered why he had left without telling her, she had begun to worry.
Just a matter of nights since his father had killed himself, only a matter of days since William Baldwine’s body had been found on the far side of the Falls of the Ohio. And ever since then Lane’s face had had a faraway look, his mind churning always with the missing money, the divorce papers he had served on the rapacious Chantal, the status of the household bills, the precarious situation at the Bradford Bourbon Company, his brother Edward’s terrible physical condition, Miss Aurora’s illness.
But he hadn’t said a thing about any of it. His insomnia had been the only sign of the pressure, and that was what scared her. Lane always made an effort to be composed around her, asking her about her work in Easterly’s gardens, rubbing her bad shoulder, making her dinner, usually badly, but who cared. Ever since they had gotten the air cleared between them and had fully recommitted to their relationship, he had all but moved into her farmhouse—and as much as she loved having him with her, she had been waiting for the implosion to occur.
It would almost have been easier if he had been ranting and raving.
And now she feared that time had come—and some sixth sense made her terrified about where he had gone. Easterly, the Bradford Family Estate, was the first place she thought of. Or maybe the Old Site, where his family’s bourbon was still made and stored. Or perhaps Miss Aurora’s Baptist church?
Yes, Lizzie had tried him on his phone. And when the thing had rung on the table on his side of the bed, she hadn’t waited any longer after that. Clothes on. Keys in hand. Out to the truck.
No one else was on I-64 as she headed for the bridge to get across the river, and she kept the gas on even as she crested the hill and hit the decline to the river’s edge on the Indiana side. In response, her old truck picked up even more speed along with a death rattle that shook the wheel and the seat, but the damn Toyota was going to hold it together because she needed it to.
“Lane . . . where are you?”
God, all the times she had asked him how he was and he’d said, “Fine.” All those opportunities to talk that he hadn’t taken her up on. All the glances she’d shot him when he hadn’t been looking her way, all the time her monitoring for signs of cracking or strain. And yet there had been little to no emotion after that one moment they’d had together in the garden, that private, sacred moment when she had sought him out under the blooms of the fruit trees and told him that she’d gotten it wrong about him, that she had misjudged him, that she was prepared to make a pledge to him with the only thing she had: the deed to her farmhouse—which was exactly the kind of asset that could be sold to help pay for the lawyers’ fees as he fought to save his family.
Lane had held her, and told her he loved her—and refused her gift, explaining he was going to fix everything himself, that he was going to somehow find the stolen money, pay back the enormous debt, right the company, resurrect his family’s fortunes.
And she had believed him.
She still did.
But ever since then? He had been both as warm and closed off as a space heater, physically present and completely disengaged at the same time.
Lizzie did not blame him in the slightest.
It was strangely terrifying, however.
Off in the distance, across the river, Charlemont’s business district glowed and twinkled, a false, earthbound galaxy that was a lovely lie, and the bridge that connected the two shores was still lit up in spring green and bright pink for Derby, a preppy rainbow to that promised land. The good news was that there was no traffic, so as soon as Lizzie was on the other side, she could take the River Road exit off the highway, shoot north to Easterly’s hill, and see if his car was parked in front of the mansion.
Then she didn’t know what she was going to do.
The newly constructed bridge had three lanes going in both directions, the concrete median separating east from west tall and broad for safety purposes. There were rows of white lights down the middle, and everything was shiny, not just from the illumination, but a lack of exposure to the elements. Construction had only finished in March, and the first lines of traffic had made the crossing in early April, cutting rush-hour delays down—
Up ahead, parked in what was actually the “slow” lane, was a vehicle that her brain recognized before her eyes properly focused on it.
Lane’s Porsche. It was Lane’s—
Lizzie nailed the brake pedal harder than she’d been pounding the accelerator, and the truck made the transition from full-force forward to full-on stop with the grace of a sofa falling out a second-story window: Everything shuddered and shook, on the verge of structural disintegration, and worse, there was barely any change in velocity, as if her Toyota had worked too hard to gain the speed and wasn’t going to let the momentum go without a fight—
There was a figure on the edge of the bridge. On the very farthest edge of the bridge. On the lip of the bridge over the deadly drop.
“Lane,” she screamed. “Lane!”
Her truck went into a spin, pirouetting such that she had to wrench her head around to keep him in her sights. And she jumped out before the Toyota came to a full stop, leaving the gearshift in neutral, the engine running, the door open in her wake.
“Lane! No! Lane!
Lizzie pounded across the pavement and surmounted barriers that seemed flimsy, too flimsy, given the distance down to the river.
Lane jerked his head around—
And lost one hold of the rail behind him.
As his grip slipped, shock registered on his face, a flash of surprise . . . that was immediately replaced by horror.
When he fell off into nothing but air.
Lizzie’s mouth could not open wide enough to release her scream.

Posted by arrangement with New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © J.R. Ward, 2016.

J.R. Ward is a #1 New York Times bestselling author with more than 15 million novels in print published in 25 different countries around the world.  The books in her popular Black Dagger Brotherhood series have held the #1 spot on the New York Times hardcover, mass market, eBook, and combined print/eBook fiction bestseller lists and have debuted in the top 5 on the USA Today bestseller list.  Prior to her writing career, Ward worked as a lawyer in Boston and spent many years as the Chief of Staff of one of Harvard’s world-renowned academic medical centers.  Ward currently lives with her family in Kentucky where she has learned to enjoy and appreciate all things Southern.  Connect with her online at,, and

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Broken Prince (The Royals #2) by Erin Watt

These Royals will ruin you…

From wharf fights and school brawls to crumbling lives inside glittery mansions, one guy tries to save himself.

Reed Royal has it all—looks, status, money. The girls at his elite prep school line up to date him, the guys want to be him, but Reed never gave a damn about anyone but his family until Ella Harper walked into his life.

What started off as burning resentment and the need to make his father’s new ward suffer turned into something else entirely—keep Ella close. Keep Ella safe. But when one foolish mistake drives her out of Reed’s arms and brings chaos to the Royal household, Reed’s entire world begins to fall apart around him.

Ella doesn’t want him anymore. She says they’ll only destroy each other.

She might be right.

Secrets. Betrayal. Enemies. It’s like nothing Reed has ever dealt with before, and if he’s going to win back his princess, he’ll need to prove himself Royally worthy.

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4.5 Royal Stars

Ah...what can I say about this book and series? It's just royally f*cked up and royally addicting! I can't get enough of the Royal boys, Astor Prep with all their screwed-up and pretentious students and the hot chemistry between Reed and Ella.

As we know, Ella caught Reed (spoiler alert!) with Brooke in the last book and took off running. But we don't know is that if she stuck around a little longer, she would of known it was just a trap and crazy Brooke dropped a bombshell on Reed that left him speechless. But what is the fun in that, if Ella knew the truth--we just want to read all the crazy drama as it unfolds. 

Broken Prince immediately picks up after the first book and it doesn't stop with all the lies, secrets and scandals. Ella is hurt and Reed is determined to win her back. And his mistake causes more tension between the Royal brothers. Gideon, Easton and the twins are spiraling more out of control and Reed isn't sure what to do. And Callum seems just oblivious when it comes to his sons and what goes on in the house.  

When Ella returns life in the Royal household changes. She's not sure what is going on with the brothers and seeing Brooke back in their lives couldn't be more infuriating. And school isn't any better. The kids are more cruel and little Miss Jordan is still a raging bitch. But that doesn't stop Ella from moving on. She's determined to face the students with her head held high and trying to ignore Reed's attempt to win her back.

Broken Prince is another non-stop read that keeps you guessing on why every has these big secrets and the secrets keeps coming. And let me tell you the ending royally blew my mind! Shocked. I can't wait for the next book to be released!