Saturday, February 28, 2015

GUEST REVIEW: The Hooker and the Hermit by L.H. Cosway & Penny Reid

New York’s Finest
Blogging as *The Socialmedialite*
April 22
LADIES AND GENTS! I have an announcement!

You know that guy I featured on my blog a few months ago? The really, really hot Irish rugby player who plays the position of ‘hooker’ in the RLI (Rugby League International)? The one with the anger management issues, the body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star? The one with the questionable fashion choices leading me to ask whether he was the lovechild of a leprechaun and a hobbit? Ronan Fitzpatrick? Yeah, that guy.

Well, I have a confession to make…


Annie Catrel, social media expert extraordinaire at Davidson & Croft Media and clandestine celebrity blogger, can make anyone shine in the court of public opinion. She is the Socialmedialite, anonymous creator of New York’s Finest and the internet’s darling. Virtual reality is Annie’s forte, but actual reality? Not so much.


Ronan Fitzpatrick, aka the best hooker the world of rugby has seen in decades, despises the media—social or otherwise. The press has spun a web of lies depicting him as rugby’s wild and reckless bad boy. Suspended from his team, Ronan has come to Manhattan to escape the drama, lay low, fly under the radar. Only, Ronan isn’t easy to overlook, and he can’t escape the notice of the Socialmedialite…


When Ronan is sent to Davidson & Croft Media to reshape his public image, he never expects to cross paths with shy but beautiful Annie, nor does he expect his fierce attraction to her. He couldn’t be happier when her boss suggests pairing them together. 
What lengths will Annie take to keep her virtual identity concealed? And what happens when the hooker discovers who the hermit really is? 

The Hooker and the Hermit is a collaboration between authors L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid, is a full length 100k word novel, and is a standalone.

5 Éclair and Peppermint Stars

I like L.H. Cosway and have never read a Penny Reid book before this one. These two are a dynamo never really know if two authors co-writing a book will work but this one was fucking fantastic!

This was one of those books were RL was going down (my apologies to my family for my behaviour)...

because I was book obsessed and wanted to spend every minute wrapped up in the lives of Ronan Fitzpatrick, Irish bad boy Rugby player and Annie Catrel, social media guru and recluse. I read into the wee hours of the night and I'm sad that it's done.

Right off the bat, the title intrigued me even though I had it all wrong. I should have figured it out (or at least not leaped to the street walker scenario) since in high school, I dated the hooker on our Rugby team (I live in Canada). And while I still don’t know much about the sport other than it can be brutally vicious, there is also something raw, energetic and powerful about the game. I just recall really liking how jacked up my boyfriend would be after a game ;DD Fun Times!!

Anyway, I digress...this was an original, captivating, funny and awesome story.

I have a confession to make, I've a serious crush on Ronan Fitzpatrick

and it's not the accent (yes, my attempt at humour) although that certainly adds to it. He's perfect in his imperfect ways. He's smart, sexy, witty, funny, short tempered, a dirty mind and mouth and hot as hell!

"The body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star.”

Annie Catrel was someone I could relate too. She was so refreshingly REAL. And yes, I fell for her too.

“You’re very real, Annie. I like that you’re without pretense. I like that you’re both smart and sexy as hell without a lot of fuss.”

Ronan and Annie certainly had a bumpy and not so clear path to travel and it was very much a struggle or a contradiction at times.

“Simultaneously, I both loved and hated her coming across so hunted just to be standing alone in an elevator with me. The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.”

Yet, there was no denying their connection and that this was the road they were meant to travel.

On that note, I must gush some more about Ronan...some of my fave quotes from that devilish man:

“I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it.” 

“Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m using my hand But I’m thinking of you. - Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I’m using my hand to write this note…get your mind out of the gutter.”

"I feel like I could lose myself and find myself in you, Annie. I can't help it. Believe me, I've tried. You make me feel everything."

I hope these two give us more...perhaps Lucy's story? Truly Brilliant!!

Friday, February 27, 2015

BOOK BLITZ: Eden II (The Eden Trilogy #2) by Georgia Le Carre **EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY**

It wasn't supposed to be like this- I came ready, determined, but nothing could have prepared me for Jake Eden. 
Engulfed in his power, his lust and his primal need for me, I've become ever more helpless in his hands. I love the way he touches me, holds me, protects me. I feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know I am giving my body to a criminal…week after week, but I can’t stop. 
I’m addicted. 
He has no idea. 
It's all wrong, but I’ll stay with my plan until I figure out a way around the conflict I'm facing...

I never knew that looks could blindside a man the way Lily Hart's beauty did me. When our eyes collided that first time, the connection was instant, I knew, that she was like no other. She was something special, uniquely different.
But I've discovered since then that there is a secretive side to her, and now I fear deception stalks her eyes.
I know I must keep my distance, but she keeps persisting that I have her heart, so how can I push her away when all I want to do is tie her down and make her mine?

"Come here."

I go to him and climb into his lap. His hands come around me, the palms hot. I nuzzle him like a cat, my hand stroking his thick hair, straightening it. It is ruffled. He has been running his hands through it. He takes my shoes off and lets them drop with a thud on the floor. I sigh with pleasure when his big hands start massaging my foot.

"I didn’t know where you were. If you had simply run away. I know so little about you." His voice is a deep, honeyed rumble. It has a song in it. I could listen to it all my life. But I won’t. I was fooling myself before.

"I didn’t run away. I’m here."

The hardness between his legs pushes into my hip. I look up into his eyes. There is only one word for what is in them: hunger. I have never seen such extreme desire, such ravenous craving. The air trembles with it. A voice inside my head cries, "What have you done? What have you done?" I ignore it. My body loses its tiredness and responds to that yearning. My lips part, my nipples swell and pebble tightly, my sex opens like a night flower.

"Would it be really horrible if we had sex right now?" he murmurs.

"Yes, that would be utterly, utterly horrible."

He carries me to the bedroom and kicks the door open. The large chandelier is not lit. Instead only the narrow bronze lamps over the paintings on the walls are on, creating their own individual pools of yellow light, making the paint look thick and oily. I glance at the bed and my mouth opens with astonishment. I turn back to look at his face. "What the—?"
"Indulge me," he says languidly.

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Author Bio
Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  

When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.

BOOK BLITZ: Stars in her Eyes by Kennedy Kelly

A red carpet and one look was all it took to ignite the spark between Sachi Waters and mega-star Drayke Sloan. With a proposition that is typically left in the movies, the two find themselves consuming each other in a whirl wind weekend.

But when Sunday night rolls around, Sachi finds she didn’t just give Drayke her body, but her heart, too. He promised to stay in touch. But after months without a word, she gave up hope.

Until life threw them together again. The spotlight, the fans, their past all working together to keep these two apart. Can their love over come it all?

This book has mature content and is only suitable for those 18 and over.

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Kennedy was born and raised in Kansas City, MO where she grew up with four older brothers. She now resides in Overland Park, Kansas. She'd always loved to write as a child. Her teachers would call home not because she was in trouble but because she had a creative imagination and they wanted her parents to know about the crazy stories she was writing. She has always been a hard worker. She started working with her family's company when she was 15 and still hasn't stopped. 

Kennedy is a wife, mother of two, holds down a full time job and is now trying to be a indie author. She has a passion for reading and before she started writing she could be found with a Kindle in her hand morning, noon and night. She is a picky reader so it's hard to please her but she feels like she has a keen eye for a good book.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

BOOK BLITZ: Dangerous Temptations by Brooke Cumberland **EXCERPT**


One night was all it took...
One night to ruin everything I thought I knew.

From the outside, I had the perfect lifestyle.
Wealthy fiancé, blossoming career, amazing friends.

I wasn’t looking to get married yet, but when William—“Manhattan’s royalty”—charmed his way into my life, I couldn’t deny the security and comfort that overcame me. 

To society, I was the girl only after his money. I was the party-goer who managed to seduce a man twice my age to have the lifestyle some could only dream of. I was every magazine’s cliché of what a gold-digging whore was.

I wanted to prove them wrong—that our love was real and that I wasn’t that girl.

But then everything changed. 
One wrong decision. One unfaithful night. One haunting reality.
Perhaps they were right. 

The media didn’t see it coming... and neither did I. 

This is a stand alone romance suspense novel with no cliffhanger. HEA depends on who you ask. Recommended for readers 18 and up due to strong language and explicit sexual content.


“How long do you plan to act like this?” His question shocked me, my body jerking in response.

“Act like what?” I turned around, narrowing my brows in disapproval.

“That you despise me,” he said bluntly.

I thought about his question for a moment, realizing this was probably just as hard on him as it was on me, but he was the one acting like an arrogant jerk.

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop trying to cross boundaries with me when you know it’s inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” He laughed, pissing me off more. “Good god, it’s like you’re a Stepford Wife.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You mean…that I’m tempting you? That I’m giving you something more to desire?” He took a step toward me, caging me in with his arms around me. I stepped back as far as I could before hitting the back of the sink. “If you didn’t feel it too, there’d be no issue. But I know for a fact you do.”

I swallowed, hating that he was right, but it didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

“Just because your technique—“ I waved a finger between us, “—normally works for other girls, doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me.”

He furrowed his brows and asked, “And what technique would that be?”

“Getting what you want, who you want.” I pushed against his chest, needing the space. “You’re not used to girls saying ‘no’ to you. You use your name, your father’s popularity to gain respect, and truthfully, it’s a little pathetic,” I snapped, the courage I’d felt quickly left as his eyes darkened, getting more intense.

He leaned into me and shot back, “Do you see any other girls here?”

“Give it time.” I held my ground as best I could. His face that close to mine was making it almost impossible to think straight.

He laughed in my face, a deep, throaty laugh that came out as if he was amused by my antics. “If it’s on the Internet, it must be true, right?”

I had looked him up late last night when sleep wouldn’t come to me. Although I tried, wanting—needing—to forget that whole day, it just wasn’t happening. Most of the stories were from his teenage and early college years, there hadn’t been anything recent, but I used it against him anyway.

“Isn’t that the way the game works?”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, sweetheart, but I know what you felt when you kissed me. You feel what I feel and there’s no denying that.”

His eyes looked into mine, confident and tense as I stared back. “It doesn’t matter, Alex. It’s never going to lead to anything, so you should just stop trying.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“You’re just wasting your time.”

“I’m willing to bet I’m not, but if you want to be delusional, fine with me.” He pressed his chest against me and brought his face closer to mine. “I wasn’t sorry for what we did, Mac. I’ll never be sorry for that. I’m only sorry you felt guilty about it afterward.”

“If you cared about me at all like you claim, you’d back off, Alex.”

He huffed in an amused laughter. “That’s one thing you should learn about me, Mac. I don’t back off on something I want.” He gripped my chin with his thumb. “I was trying to get you out of my mind, and I failed miserably. The only thing I want from you is you. I don’t need to parade you around like a little trophy wife or show you off to my friends. Once you see that, you’ll change your mind.” He dropped his hand and stepped back, walking away with the last word. It didn’t matter anyway, I had nothing left to say.

Read the first chapter here 

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Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who's a stay-at- home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she's not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school--and she hasn't stopped since.