Soulless by T.M. Frazier - Book Tour and My Review!!

Bear & Thia’s epic is FINALLY HERE!

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PROLOGUE

I was mad at the world, at the whiskey for not being strong enough, at the drugs for not lasting long enough, at the fucking whores I banged for not getting me off when it was my fault my dick was fucking useless after a bucket of fucking blow. I went so far as to be pissed at random people on the street for laughing or smiling when I felt like I’d never be able to smile or laugh again.

How dare they?

How fucking dare they be move on with their lives like my friend hadn’t just died.

I was on the verge of losing what little sanity I had left when I rode out of Logan's Beach and set off to find a place, or places, where I could numb myself against the feelings that followed me from town to town, cheap motel to cheap motel, girl to girl, high to fucking high.

Then, this pink haired girl from the past came barreling into my life and it was like for the first time, I’d found a purpose. A real genuine purpose and not just some shit Chop spewed out as orders that I and every other member of the Beach Bastards took as bible, but a true reason to live again.

To WANT to live again.

Someone to live for.

Ti was my chance at some sort of real happiness when Lord fucking knows I had no idea what that really was before her. The only glimpses of real genuine happiness I'd ever had came courtesy of Preppy, King, and of course Grace. Like when King tattooed us for the first time and we loved them, even though they were crooked and downright fucking awful. Like when Grace made me my very first birthday cake. Like the time King Prep and I sat at the top of the water tower and thought the world was ours to take.

Because at that time, it was.

Then there was Ti and my new happiness became the first time I saw her smile. The first time I kissed her. The first time I tasted her pussy by the fire. The first time she let me inside of her, shamelessly pushing through her virginity in a frantic need to make her mine.

Because that's what she was.

That's what she would always be.

And I will kill every motherfucker who dares to try and take her from me.

Mine.

REVIEW: I don't even know where to start with this book! Holy smokes it's a roller coaster ride of emotions with twists and turns I did not see coming. I can usually guess what is going to happen, see where the book is going to go, BUT I didn't with this one. Boy did I not EVER see this coming.

I'm not a person that highlights books very often, like hardly ever, and I highlighted the crap out of this book!

Thia is not a delicate flower. She stands up for her man in so many different ways. He says TRUST ME. Does she trust him? Does she want to do more? Does she do everything for him that she can? The answer is yes to all of those questions. She fights for her man, stands by him through thick and thin.

Bear is a man with a plan. He'll do whatever it takes to take his life back. The life he was born for, the life he wants more than anything. No matter what it takes, he's going to do it.

King has shown his loyalty time and time again. Proving that you don't have to have the same blood running through your veins to be brothers. He's always there for his brothers, no matter what is coming at them.

Don't think you've read the whole book when you read "The End". I was like what? No! I have more questions that weren't answered!! Then I turned the page and I'm pretty sure I thought hallelujah, not really sure what I said but I was thanking TM and whoever else was listening that there was more. I mean come on, who doesn't always want a little more?

Wait till you read it, it's mind blowing!

About the Author:

T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

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Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan is live and 5* Review

Meet Willow and Kane in the newest stand alone by Harper Sloan!

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Rating: 5*

Title: Perfectly Imperfect

Author: Harper Sloan

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Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Inspirational 

Pages: 333 Pages

Review: I had tears in my eyes before I even read the first chapter. This book will hit hard with a lot of people. People that don't love their body, be it too big OR too small in their eyes and others eyes . A lot of people feel that they're not what society deems acceptable. This book shows that even though you aren't what others deem perfect, you can be imperfectly perfect and learn to love yourself. That's the first step and you grow from there. You have to love yourself and be comfortable as you. 

It shows what you feel is insurmountable can and will be overcome if you believe in yourself. You can do anything, you have to find the strength within yourself. Without Kane's help Willow would have got there without him but with him she got to that place so much quicker. Kane shows her in so many ways that he loves her as a person and he loves her body. (Boy does he ever!)

She was a strong woman and getting stronger before Kane came into the picture but with him she's stronger. When Kane won't break his word to a friend he breaks his and Willow's heart in the process. When Kane is able tell her what is happening she shows that she is so strong that she's unbreakable. 

I think there is a little bit of Willow in all of us. I hope that like Willow that we're strong and will fight for ourselves even when it feels like no one else is or will. I also hope that anyone that reads this and has joked or said something mean about someone's weight or someone being too skinny stops and thinks. You don't know their struggles. Words are so powerful and while reading this book I felt the struggle. I cried a few times, laughed a few more and at the end was crying again. Remember words are powerful.

Blurb

Mirror, mirror ... who's the fairest of them all?

I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldn't grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all 'mean girls.'

And those mean girls were right - it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world - and I knew the answer would never be me.

The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests.

The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.

Well, that's definitely not Willow Tate.

No. That will never be me.

Because I'm completely imperfect.

And ... I hate myself.

I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.

About the Author

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Reaper's Fall by Joanna Wylde is LIVE!!

Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.  Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!

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Blurb

The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…

He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.

Rating: 5*

Title: Reapers Fall

Author: Joanna Wylde

Publisher: Berkley

Genre: Romance, Contemporary Fiction

Pages: 372 Pages

Review: I loved Melanie in the last book and thought she was a great friend to Jessica. Even when Jessica needed a hard hit upside her head, Melanie tried to help her even though she knew Jessica would get mad at her.  This book turns it around and has Jessica being there for Melanie.

This book had some funny parts in it. The kind where you're kind of snorting trying not to laugh out loud when you're out in public kind of funny but you end up snorting and people look at you anyway. So my suggestion to you is go ahead and laugh out loud. If people are going to look at you, might as well make it good and give them something to really look at. Right? Works for me.

While reading this book there were quite a few times I wanted to sit down and tell Melanie "Girl, you have that hot a$$ man after you, just let it go. For the love of Pete, let it go." I also thought a few smacks upside her head would help too. 

Painter has more depth to him then I originally thought. I liked seeing what he was doing and was able to do with his art. Yes, he made some bad decisions but he paid for them. He paid dearly for them and regrets it. He missed so much and feels it. He gets his life together as much as one can in an MC club and is trying to do the right thing. One man can only take so much rejection before he says enough is enough. Did I mention how patient Painter is? Holy smokes, he's more patient than a lot of men. I'm not a patient person, I'm more of a instant gratification person, so this just boggles my mind.

This book does have some steamy parts in it too, in case you were wondering. You also get to see the brothers in the MC which makes you want to re-read their stories.

I do like the epilogues this book has. They wrap up the story for me and give me the warm fuzzies. 

“You’re not going back to the party.”

She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.

“You look like a bunny.”

“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”

“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.

She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.

I hated myself.


“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.


“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”


Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.  

I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .

“They told me all about you,” she whispered.


“Who?”


“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.

Then her words sank in.


“What did you just say?”


“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at  my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.

“A what?”

“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”

The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”

“And where do I belong?”

“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.

Her eyes widened.


“What if I don’t want perfect?”


“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.”

About the Author:

Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.

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It's Live - The Fall Up by Aly Martinez

Maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall

in love at rock bottom—up.

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I wanted to jump.

He made me fall.

As a celebrity, I lived in the public eye, but somewhere along the way, I’d lost myself in the spotlight. 

Until he found me.

Sam Rivers was a gorgeous, tattooed stranger who saved my life with nothing more than a simple conversation.

But we were both standing on that bridge for a reason the night we met. The secrets of our pasts brought us together—and then tore us apart.

Could we find a reason to hold on as life constantly pulled us down?

Or maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.

Rating: 5*

Title: The Fall Up

Author: Aly Martinez

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Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult

Pages:

Review: I think the author took a chance on this book covering subjects that are taboo but she knocked it out of the ballpark! 

This book will pull you in from the very beginning and it just makes you want to sit and read until you're done.  It just flows so smooth that'll you'll be done in no time.

This book has so many emotional parts in it. One minute it's serious, than you're smirking or laughing. You FEEL the need that they have for each other, you FEEL the ups and downs, you FEEL with them. This book will make you FEEL. You can't ask for more than that. So be ready for it!  

They both have a lot of hurt in them. Two emotionally hurt people shouldn't work but boy do they. You can't be Spiderman. That's a great saying and you should take it to heart. 

I loved this book by Aly. She is another author that is a one click for me. I don't even need to read the blurb, I'll just one click. 

Excerpt One

“Thank fuck!” Sam said, swinging the door open before Devon even had the car in park.

“Oh, this isn’t my place. We’re just dropping Devon off. I’m about twenty minutes across town?” I tossed him a sugary smile then boldly shifted my hand into his lap, purposely brushing the bulge under his denim.

Grabbing my wrist, he narrowed his eyes and called out, “Devon, I’m gonna need to borrow a bedroom.”

I burst out laughing as Devon cursed loudly.

“Fine. This is my place. No smoking inside though,” I snipped as I climbed from the SUV.

“You better have some seriously exciting extracurricular activities to keep me distracted, then.”

“I have Ping-Pong!”

“Not exactly what I was thinking.” He mischievously cocked his head. “But I guess paddles and balls are as good a start as any.” Dipping down, he hoisted me over his shoulder. “Point me to the Ping-Pong table, my lady.”

I didn’t. I laughed hysterically as he carried me inside. Then I directed him to my bedroom instead.

I heard Devon locking up the house as Sam deposited me on the bed.

“Jesus. This view.” He pushed the curtains back. “Why the hell would you ever go up to the bridge when you have this here?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, pulling my earrings off and placing them on my nightstand.

Oh, but I knew. It might not have been what had originally sent me up that bridge, but it was why my feet carried me back every night. And that very reason was currently standing in front of me with entirely too much clothing on.

“You want a beer?” I asked, sliding my shoes off.

“Nah, I’m good.” He faced me, and I could tell something was off with his demeanor. He didn’t inch any closer. Instead, his lips were tight and his eyes uncomfortably flashed around the room.

It suddenly didn’t feel like Sam standing in front of me at all.

He felt like a stranger who had just come face-to-face with Levee Williams.

Damn it.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you about to freak out?” I whispered, nervously moistening my lips.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m not really sure yet. But I’m gonna need you to stop licking your lips long enough for me to figure it out.” His mouth cracked into a wide grin, and my shoulders relaxed.

Now that was a flash of my Sam.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.

“It’s just… I think this is the first time I’ve realized that you’re some big-time celebrity. I might be in over my head here, Designer Shoes.”

“I just make music, Sam.” I returned his smile and very slowly prowled in his direction. “Imagine how I feel though. You’re Samuel Nathan Rivers. A tough, tattooed furniture designer who makes six figures a year but is too afraid to tell his mommy he votes democratic.” I giggled as he frowned humorously. Stopping in front of him, I dragged a fingernail down his chest then teased the waistband of his jeans. “Have you considered that maybe I’m the one who’s in over her head here?” I leaned forward to nip at his lips, but he spun us around.

“Excellent point. I’m going to need you to try really hard to keep it together, Levee. You haven’t even seen my six-pack and huge cock, yet.” He smirked and attempted to return my nip, but I stepped out of his reach.

“You brought beer and chicken?” I feigned excitement.

That one corny joke was all it took to bring my Sam back completely.

With a sexy smile and a coy shrug, he seductively backed me toward the bed. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

“Clearly,” I breathed.

He moved in close so his lips were only a centimeter away, but for as much as I wanted him, it was agonizing. “Clearly,” he repeated, his smoky yet sweet breath breezing across my mouth.

His strong arm looped around my waist, tugging me against his chest, while I stared into his hooded eyes, eagerly waiting for him to make a move.

Any move.

Every move.

Excerpt Two

“You’re overdoing it, Lev. I know this job isn’t exactly nine-to-five, but it’s not twenty-four-seven, either. You have to stop being Levee Williams all the time and just be you.”

“I know,” I responded.

I didn’t though. I felt like a robot parading around in a lost woman’s body.

Smile.

Pose.

Turn.

Toss in the occasional song.

Repeat.

What little time I did manage to carve out for myself was spent at various children’s hospitals across the country.

Smile.

Pose.

Turn.

Watch a child die.

Repeat.

With every day that passed, the smile became less and less genuine, the pose more and more forced, and the turn took me further and further away from who I really was.

My career was soaring while, personally, I was plummeting. Every single day felt like a terrifying free fall in no particular direction. I was stuck in the middle with no way up—or down.

“You remember that girl, right?” Henry asked, tucking a hair behind my ear.

I nodded.

I did remember her. She was fun and carefree. She loved going out and dancing at nightclubs until the very last song played. She slept until noon if she could. Then, fueled by coffee alone, she’d spend the day with a guitar strapped around her neck and a notepad at her side. She had a huge heart, but she knew her limitations.

Oh, I remembered that girl. I just couldn’t figure out how to get back to her.

About the Author:

Aly Martinez

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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