*Stupid Girl* by Cindy Miles Blog Tour with EXCERPT, REVIEW and GIVEAWAY.

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Title: Stupid Girl

Author: Cindy Miles

Genre: New Adult, Romance

Published: May 13th, 2014


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Only fools fall in love…

After her senior year of high school leaves behind nothing but heartache, Olivia Beaumont is sure of this: She’s no stupid girl. She sets out for Winston College, promising herself that she will remain focused on her first and only love – astronomy. But all it takes is cocky sophomore Brax Jenkins and an accidental collision with a football, to throw her entire year off course.

A quick-tempered Southie who escaped the inner city streets of Boston to pitch for Winston, Brax is known to play way more fields than just the baseball diamond. So, when his name is drawn to take part in his fraternity’s hazing dare, Brax eagerly accepts the mission to take Olivia’s virginity. But he doesn’t plan on falling hard for the sweet and sassy Texas girl who sees right through his bad-boy persona.

As Olivia and Brax battle their feelings for each other, echoes of the past year begin to surface. A boy who once turned Olivia’s whole world upside down reappears, and “harmless” pranks wreak havoc. Pretty soon the aspiring astronomer is on the verge of revealing her most difficult, heartbreaking secret. All the while, Brax must wrestle with the irrevocable dare, and Olivia struggles against all logic as she does the one thing only a stupid girl would do: fall in love.



“Brax, can we go now?”

Her voice shook a little, even though she tried to steady it. She stood next to me, still as a goddamn statue, waiting for my answer. When I looked down at her, with those wide soft eyes of hers staring back at me, I was reminded of what a douchebag I truly was. What in the hell was I doing with her? What in the goddamn hell? Sweet and innocent, with her little freckled nose, flawless skin and full mouth made for hours of slow kissing. Not fast like the first one I’d taken from her. Christ, I’d thought about nothing else since. That white scar in her lip was fuckin’ sexy as hell. I took advantage of my shades and just stared at her. Innocent, but … not. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something about her, something she was hiding. Naïve, maybe a little, but she wasn’t stupid. Far from it. Yet I felt protective over her for some reason, and that shocked the hell out of me. Kenny about lost his goddamn hand, just for touching her hair. It’d made her more than uncomfortable. And it’d scared her. The thought of Kenny or that rich idiot or anyone else bothering her boiled my fuckin’ blood.

That thought made me take one last long look at Gracie Beaumont’s questioning face. I’d introduced her to the guys as Olivia because Gracie was my name for her. I didn’t want anyone else to call her that. Just me. I stared at her through my shades. Her head tilted toward the sun, her skin was the color of honey; healthy and alive. She’d trusted my sorry ass enough to climb on my bike and leave the school. Part of me felt lucky that

she’d given me that trust, because I got the feeling she didn’t hand that out too much. The other part of me, and the larger part? Felt like a bum. A goddamn bastard bum.

But hey—who was I? Who the fuck was I? I’d only just slammed into her the day before. And she’d never know what an unlucky meeting that was. For her, not me. Not until it was too late. So I guess it really didn’t matter what I was doing with her now ’cause I was doing it regardless, bastard that I was. Regrets were a bitch, and I’d worry about them later. I could no more control my selfish streak than I could my Southie mouth. Regrets? Hell yeah, I’d have them. No doubt. But I could tell something about Gracie Beaumont. She was strong. Kick ass strong. And that, for some reason, made my regrets suck a little more. And retreat a little more, to a place far in the back corner of my fucked up mind. But like I said. I’d worry about that later.

Finally, I flashed a slow smile and reached to tighten her chin strap. Her long thick braid rested over her shoulder, and I picked it up. It felt smooth and heavy between my fingers. I pushed it aside, and just as I did the thought of kissing her mindless when we got to the dorm entered my head. That could wait. But not for long. “Sure thing, Gracie.” I straddled my bike. “Hop on.”

FF_Divider_Pink4My Thoughts:

First off, I gotta say that I absolutely adored this story. It was sweet, sexy and heartfelt. Miles really knocked it out of the park with this one.

Stupid girl is one of those books that you just don’t see coming. It hits you like a baseball going ninety miles per hour knocking you right out of your socks.

It’s the kind of book that wraps you so thoroughly in its pages that you just refuse to come up for air until the end, all the while worrying that when it does reach its end you’ll be left unsatisfied and wanting more.

It’s funny how the brain works because in real life I’m not attracted to the bad boy novelty but OMG! Put him in a book and it’s my Achilles’ heel. There is just something so unbelievably appealing and just plain sexy about the unattainable, that is too damn hard to resist.

I loved this story! It reminded me a little of Beautiful Disaster mixed with Wait for You, which are two favorites of mine and now Stupid Girl has added itself to that list. Isn’t it awesome when you unexpectedly find a book that you thought would just be another get by story? Entertaining but not really memorable? And when it turns out to be the exact opposite, it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow! This story and the characters clawed their way into my skin. I was unable to break free from the spell of the charming Boston boy, Brax Jenkins. That southie accent was just too sexy, his crude humor and blunt demeanor had me in a trance. I never for once thought I’d find a character like him attractive but oh he was! He thoroughly was! Only fools fall in love, well then smack my ass and call me a dummy because I’m head over heels with this boy. Simply put, he stole my heart.


My Review:

Wow! Just wow! I loved this freaking story so much. I was up til 3 am reading it. Ladies, there is new book boyfriend high on my list and his name is Braxton Jenkins. He is a cocky, crude humored, Boston boy, baseball player whom I find totally irresistible.

Now I’ll be honest, the story is not super original. It does fall in the cliches of NA -the good girl that just wants to focus on school, the bad boy with a fear of commitment- but it’s well written, and the characters really grab you. I was entertained reading this book and felt comfort rather than disdain at it being somewhat familiar to other stories I’ve read and loved.

Also the book is not filled with borderline erotica sex scenes. The ones it does have are, I believe, essential to the plot and very tastefully written. This story falls right on what NA is about -A young girl who has suffered abuse and betrayal finding her way through college and the misunderstood bad boy finding something worth sacrificing everything for- Love.

On her first day of college, sweet girl Olivia Gracie Beaumont is literally brought down on her back by the school bad boy, manwhore, super charming Brax Jenkins. He knocks into her while playing football with his friends and unrepentantly kisses her straight on the lips (yeah he is that cocky and confident). Now, our girl Gracie is no push over, she kicks him straight on his goodies successfully pushing him off her. That’s my kind of girl!

“You weren’t asleep sweetheart. You were lying there thinking about my charm. And that kiss.”

The story is told from Gracie’s pov but there are about 2 chapters on Brax’s pov which are honestly just a big fat tease. I’m really hoping the author continues this story maybe on his pov or on a sequel. Gracie wants one thing and one thing only, to focus on school and her new job at the observatory. She had a tough senior year thanks to her douchebag ex-boyfriend and getting involved with the rumored manwhore of campus was not a part of her plans.

“I had arrived at my first day of college, got plowed into by the school’s most infamous bad-boy starting pitcher/womanizer/party animal, and that same said crazed bad-boy had kissed me and was now asking me out.”

Brax Jenkins is a force to be reckoned with. He is the tattooed school man whore with a short fuse, and I mean a real short fuse. He gives Travis Maddox a run for his money. His character was interesting, he is handsome but not in your typical pretty boy way. He has quite a few scars marring his face, making him appear rough around the edges. But he has very strange, hypnotic, icy blue eyes that charm the panties off any female. The boy oozes sex appeal, and that southie Boston accent was the icing on the cake. Halfway through the story I was already reading his dialogue mimicking that sexy drawl. It was hilarious! Nice job Miles, you hijacked my brain.

“His accent, even in text, rang heavy in my ears. Strangely enough, it brought a smile to my lips.”

Gracie knows to stand up for herself as well as for others. She doesn’t judge a book by its cover, and she gives Brax the benefit of a doubt, instead of adhering to the rumors circulating about him. However, that doesn’t mean in any way that our heroine is some poor little stupid girl, she is definitely not. She follows her own way and likes to make up her mind about people for herself.

Brax has a secret agenda, of course, but nevertheless he is intrigued and captivated by Gracie, a very different girl that uses the words “swell” and “blouse” in the same sentence.

“You makin fun of my southie, Gracie? I like that. Blouse? Who are you. I love fuckin Lucy?”

What started as nothing more than a Fraternity dare quickly escalates into something deeper for our playboy Brax. He can’t seem to stay way from Gracie, and as hesitant as she liked to be when it comes to Brax, Gracie likes his company a little too much. He is funny, crude and that Boston accent is too darn sexy. Gracie finds herself inclined to share with Brax her secrets, he is more perceptive than she’d like him to be and picks up on every detail of the things she’d prefer to keep hidden. Nevertheless, Brax has his own secrets and demons that plague him. Bouncing from foster home to foster home, with abusive foster parents, finding someone that can love him with all his faults is something he’d never expected.

“You’re different from any girl I’ve ever met. I could tell that from the second I looked down at you on the lawn. And you know what?”  He pulled even closer. “Regrets are little bastards, Gracie, and we all have them, only,” he drew closer, his voice quieted, “You wont have them with me.

Their relationship is sweet, exciting and it builds slowly, really allowing you to fall in love with the characters as well as their story. I absolutely adored Gracie, she was sweet and innocent but not frustrating like other heroines. She had a good head on her shoulders and wasn’t easily swayed by others which is an admirable quality for a young girl. Brax, oh my Brax, he was something else, caught me totally by surprise, his southie accent, those mesmerising eyes, the crudeness with which he speaks, that adorable sense of humor and the intensity of his feelings for Gracie made him one irresistible package.

Overall I loved, loved this book. It’s a stand alone so there are no cliffhangers, there is a little bit of a curveball at the end that had me biting my nails but it all turn out well.  I will be recommending this book for sure and will be reading it again myself some time in the future whenever cravings of the sexy Brax hit.

FF_Divider_Pink4About Author:


Cindy Miles is the best-selling author of twelve novels, one anthology and three short stories. She also writes as Elle Jasper, and grew up on the salt marshes of the Vernon River in Savannah, Georgia.

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Blog Tour!!! Missionary Position Pictorial Tour with Giveaway!!!

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We are excited to give you a tour of the Places and Spaces in Missionary Position!!!

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About Missionary Position:

Sex? Absolutely

Love? Not my thing.

I didn’t do love or butterflies, but I loved him.

I was screwed, and not in a good way.

Selah Elmore is a smart, independent woman who knows exactly who she is and what she wants. She loves her life being a professor and popular pirate erotica author. However, when she leaves the Pacific Northwest to spend six months studying sculpture in West Africa, she learns she doesn’t know a thing about love.

Cocky, suit-wearing Gerhard charms her during a stopover in Amsterdam, but dashing, adventurous Kai sweeps her off her feet in Ghana.

Sparks fly on three continents when perpetually single Selah discovers there’s more to love and life than she ever imagined.


Missionary Position takes place over three continents—North America, Europe, and Africa. Selah’s travel adventures take her to Amsterdam and Ghana before she returns home to Portland and the Pacific Northwest. Along the way she meets Gerhard in Amsterdam and Kai in Ghana. Place is an important character in the book, lending emotion and energy to the scenes that take place in each location. Here are some of my favorite inspiration pics from my Missionary Position board on Pinterest.


Red Lights

The infamous Red Light District by day…




Amsterdam’s only working windmill, which is now a brewery and beer garden.

Wind Mill

Amsterdam at night. So romantic.

Amsterdam at night


Sitting on the Atlantic Ocean near the equator, Ghana boasts windswept beaches along the coast.


Accra, the capital city, is a bustling mix of modern and traditional.



Modern Accra


The Volta region’s green hills contrast the chaos of the city and are home to nature preserves and monkey sanctuaries.

 Volta Region

The cinnamon colored earth of Ghana.

 Cinnamon Ghana


Mole National Park and its famous elephants.


Selah’s home in Portland, Oregon


Hope you enjoyed this mini-tour of some of the places in Missionary Position! More adventures await you in Selah’s book.


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Blog Tour! Missionary Position by Daisy Prescott-Excerpt and Giveaway

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We are so excited for this book to finally be out and available to you. Daisy Prescott crafted a beautiful story with her lovely writing. You can’t help but fall for these characters.

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Sex? Absolutely

 Love? Not my thing.

 I didn’t do love or butterflies, but I loved him.

 I was screwed, and not in a good way.

 Selah Elmore is a smart, independent woman who knows exactly who she is and what she wants. She loves her life being a professor and popular pirate erotica author. However, when she leaves the Pacific Northwest to spend six months studying sculpture in West Africa, she learns she doesn’t know a thing about love.

 Cocky, suit-wearing Gerhard charms her during a stopover in Amsterdam, but dashing, adventurous Kai sweeps her off her feet in Ghana.

 Sparks fly on three continents when perpetually single Selah discovers there’s more to love and life than she ever imagined.


I wouldn’t meet Mr. Right Now in Amsterdam’s Red Light district, but I could find a new BOB.

I crossed an arched bridge over the canal to a row of shops. The first two stores I visited were clearly for tourists and women who didn’t love their clitorises. Definitely not the right place for me. Third time was the charm when a Betty Page inspired woman in a pin-up girl outfit greeted me from behind the counter. Not only was she adorable, but informative and more than helpful. She lovingly wrapped my newly purchased battery-operated-boyfriend in tissue and put the box into a discreet, elegant purple shopping bag. Success.

Pleased with my purchase, I decided to celebrate with a drink, fried balls for dinner, and people watching in Leidseplein, the site of many late nights during my first visit. The busy square promised lots of eye candy and the potential for flirting.

With the exception of a heroin addict sleeping in a corner, the tram ride across the city could have been Disney World’s version of Amsterdam, crossing charming boat-lined canals and gliding past colorful pastel buildings. From my window seat, I even spied shops offering wooden shoes. Amsterdam knew how to play to its clichés and still be chic.

Sitting at a table for two outside one of the bars on the square, I ordered a beer, and yes, deliciously gooey, fried bitterballen.

Neon light from the square’s famous bars and clubs bounced off puddles from an earlier rain I’d missed during my epic nap. I needed to make a plan for my week or else I’d spend my days eating cupcakes and napping. Not a bad week, but I wasn’t here for pleasure only. I had some prep work to do for Ghana. Tomorrow’s plans included a cocktail reception to celebrate the African Art auction the day after. The financial sponsors of a huge touring African sculpture exhibit planned for the end of next year would also be hosting the reception. My research in Ghana might earn a contributing essay in the catalogue, so I needed to play nice. Taking out my moleskine notebook, I made notes about my schedule for the next couple of days.

“Is this seat taken?” a man’s voice asked.

I blinked up at the vaguely familiar face.

“Oh, you don’t speak English? Shit, I don’t know how to say it in Dutch.” He ran his hand through a mop of brown hair worthy of a member of a boy band.

Ah, that’s him. Backpack Romeo stood in front of me.

“Um, no. I mean, yes, I speak English. No, the chair’s not taken.” I fumbled to emphasize my words with random hand gestures.

“Hey, you’re the woman from the airport!” Backpacker sat in the chair opposite me and stuck out his hand, introducing himself.

“I’m Selah. Nice to meet you.”

“What are the odds we’d run into each other again?”

“What are the odds?” I echoed.

He missed my lack of enthusiasm and continued with his awe over the universe crossing our paths not once, but twice.

“I mean, I’m in Amsterdam, not knowing a soul, and here you are again. Maybe it means something?” he asked, lowering his eyes to my chest.

“I know. Gin joints etcetera.”

When he lifted his eyes to my face, his blank, but eager stare told me he had no idea what I meant.


 About the Author

Daisy Prescott

Before writing bestselling contemporary adult romances, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the other titles I’ve acquired over the years.

Born and raised in San Diego, I currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with my husband, our dog Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat.

Missionary Position is a spin-off from my first novel, Geoducks Are for Lovers. Like my second novel, Ready to Fall, it can be read as a standalone contemporary romance/romantic comedy.

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Love on the Line

by Pamela Aares
Heart of the Game #4
Publication Date: May 22, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Hiding her identity was a small price to pay for freedom…

Heiress Cara Barrington fled the opulent world of her rich and famous family to carve out an idyllic existence on the California Coast. In the sleepy town of Albion Bay, she’s embraced the simple way of living she’s always craved. No one knows her identity, and she’s free from the pressures of wealth…until her sexy new neighbor threatens the unpretentious world she’s worked so hard to build.

All-Star athlete Ryan Rea enjoys his high-profile status. He’s used to charming his way into the heart and bed of any woman he desires while keeping his own heart secure behind a steel wall. When he meets Cara, she throws him a curveball—she’s unlike any woman he’s ever met, and he has to have her.

Cara’s growing attraction to Ryan endangers her hard-won anonymity, and when she inherits the family business, she must choose between the world she left behind and her new life in the community she’s come to cherish. But facing up to her responsibilities could destroy her freedom and cost her the greatest love she’s ever known.



“There! I told you I saw it!” Sam pointed to a red car parked in the driveway of a newly renovated ranch house.

Not just any red car.

Cara knew a Bugatti when she saw one; her brother had two, although he preferred muted colors.

She maneuvered a curve that brought them closer to the ranch house. Whoever had bought the old Smith property had done a speedy job of putting a new face on the dilapidated old ranch.

“It’s a Ferrari,” Timmy Brown said as he stuck his face out the window.

“It’s not. It’s an Aston Martin,” Cara heard Sam say with definite authority.

She smiled to herself. What did the name of a car matter? But hearing the awed voices of the boys did give her pause. Money could buy such a car, but unless the owner was part of a racing circuit, there was usually only one reason someone needed a two-million-dollar sports car in a rural coastal California town.

The high-end sports car was a visual reminder of the world she’d spent three years fighting to escape.

And only because she knew that novelty was scarce in Albion Bay did she slow the bus and give the boys a good look at the car.

But as she drove closer, it wasn’t the car that caught her eye.

A ridiculously handsome specimen of male was unloading a hay bale from the passenger seat of the Bugatti.

He was tall, maybe six-foot-three, and handled the hay bale as if it were a sack of feathers.


Now, that did make her smile. A sports car wasn’t a sensible vehicle for transporting hay bales. The guy was crazy, desperate or just lacked everyday common sense.

Whatever his foibles, his broad-shouldered physique and rugged good looks were likely to cause a town buzz that went well beyond a group of preteen boys. The man looked up and flashed a wave toward the bus. When he followed his gesture with the most beaming smile she’d ever seen, a smile that zinged into her core, she was sure of it.

Working in the garden after her afternoon shift of bus driving usually relaxed her, but all the talk in the community garden that afternoon had been of Albion’s newest resident, Ryan Rea.

As she’d suspected, the boys on the bus weren’t the only ones who’d noticed the flashy Bugatti of their town’s newest resident, and Cara wasn’t the sole woman to have noticed his rugged good looks.

Ryan Rea.

His name made him sound like an extra from a Texas Western. And the smile he’d flashed as she’d driven past him had made her pulse leap, surprising her. She didn’t need the complication of a flashy man in her life. No indeed.


Alston Patterson might be nearing eighty, yet he had the voice of a much younger man. But her attorney’s voice always meant trouble. At least it had lately.

“No, it’s Glinda, the Good Witch of the North.”

“Just the person I was looking for. Facing the news I have might require a bit of magic.”

“Alston, I’m bordering on a headache and—”

“The news will be the same whether I tell you today or tomorrow,” he said in a gentle voice.

She’d known Alston all her life. He’d been her grandfather’s attorney, and when she needed wise counsel a few years back, she’d asked him to be hers.

“Might as well tell me now then. After wrangling thirty hyped-up school kids, dodging the latest rock avalanche that the gods of nature have thrown upon us and harvesting the world’s most stubborn earth-hugging carrots, nothing could faze me.”

“Your grandfather’s estate has finally been settled.”

“He’s also bequeathed a matching two billion to you directly. That is, if you accept the position as president of the foundation. But you won’t be able to touch that money until you’re twenty-five.”

Four billion dollars.

She could do even more good with four billion dollars. But the thought had barely materialized when she saw Laci’s face—cold, white and surrounded by the silk blankets that Cara had tucked into her coffin. She would never forget the waxy feel of Laci’s skin and the bruises that showed through the mask-like makeup the undertaker had slathered on her friend’s face. Unlike Cara, Laci hadn’t escaped.


The crowd in Detroit was rowdy. One thing about playing in center field, Ryan got a taste of the hard-core fans and their energy. He’d stolen a home run from the Tigers’ best hitter in the eighth, so he wasn’t on their happy list.

Ryan crouched and focused on Romaro, their closer, and tuned out the catcalls and obscenities. If Romaro did his job and struck out Hobbs, the final Tigers hitter, the game was theirs. But there was nothing comfortable about a one run lead. Ryan had played against Renaudo in the minors—the guy had power and, more than that, he could put the ball where he wanted it.

Romaro’s pitch was too sweet. Hobbs connected and shot it through the gap. Ryan was too far back to scoop it on a hop. He waved off Paxton in right field and dove, rolling, and then sprang tohis feet and fired the ball to Alex Tavonesi, poised and ready at first. Ryan’s throw was on the mark, and Alex stayed on the bag, but the umpire called Hobbs safe.

Ryan cursed. Sometimes close calls didn’t go your way. But Hobbs should’ve been called out, ending the game.

When the next Tigers hitter shot a line drive into shortstop Matt Darrington’s glove, the crowd booed. Usually Ryan could translate the negative energy of the opposing team’s fans into what it was—love of the game. But tonight the echoing boos just dragged him into the gloomy, black feelings he hated to give the upper hand.

They’d won—he should at least feel happy about that.

But he didn’t.

He was miserable and pissed because he had to jump on a plane, fly to Boston, and sit in a courtroom publicly facing more lies and accusations. Worse, for the first time in his Major League career, he’d miss a game.

He boarded the plane and swore that no matter what happened, he’d never miss another game. There were thousands of guys out there hungry to take his job, a hundred of them lined up, ready and waiting. But more than that, the game was sacred to him. But the law was the law, and this time he hadn’t had a choice.


​About the Author


Pamela Aares is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance novels and also writes about fictional romance in sports with her new baseball romance book series titled Heart of the Game.

Her first book, Jane Austen and the Archangel (Angels Come to Earth, #1) was released in 2012. Midnight Becomes You, the second in the series will release this year as will the celebrated historical romance novel, The Lady and the Patriot.

Her popularity as a romance writer continues to grow with each new book release, so much so, that the Bay area author has drawn comparisons by reviewers to Nora Roberts.

Pamela Aares writes romance books that she loves reading, particularly those that entertain, transport and inspire dreams while captivating and tugging at the heart. She takes her readers on a journey with complex characters in both contemporary and historical settings who are thrown in situations that tempt love, adventure and self-discovery.

Before becoming a romance author, Aares wrote and produced award-winning films including Your Water, Your Life, featuring actress Susan Sarandon and NPR series New Voices, The Powers of the Universe and The Earth’s Imagination. She holds a Master’s degree from Harvard and currently resides in the wine country of Northern California with her husband, a former MLB All-Star and two curious cats.

If not behind her computer, you can probably find her reading a romance novel, hiking the beach or savoring life with friends. You can visit Pamela on the web at http://www.PamelaAares.com.

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TOUCH STONE FOR EVER Blog Tour: Teasers, Dream Cast, Excerpt and Giveaway

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Title: TouchStone for ever

Series: The Story of Us Trilogy (Book 3)

Author: Sydney Jamesson

Release Date: May 23, 2013

Published By: SJ Publishing, United Kingdom

Tour Sponsor: Social Butterfly




What would you give to save the one you love? Ayden Stone and Elizabeth Parker are soul mates. They have played at love, succumbed to the magnetic pull of destiny, and forgiven themselves and each other for misadventures in life and love. Now they must look to the future and forever, bearing the scars of battles they have fought and won, together. To keep a promise, one of these fateful lovers must make an agonizing choice and commit to an impossible task; to embark upon an adventure filled with magical moments and unforgivable acts of personal sacrifice. But…with great self-sacrifice comes betrayal. TouchStone for ever is the culmination of an epic love story written in the stars, involving a contemporary Princess and her charming Prince. Readers will experience blazing passion, the anguish of a broken heart and every emotion in between as Beth Parker shares her thoughts and feelings about love, life, and a desperate wish for her happy ever after. Sleeping Beauty has awakened from a great sleep but, sadly, not all fairy tales have a happy ending…not even when you belong together for ever, and you’re prepared to give… Everything!






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An Excerpt from TouchStone for ever, Chapter 13…

With dexterous hands, he leans back and unbuttons my dress; it falls from my arms and flutters to the carpet like falling leaves. I’m standing without shoes; flimsy underwear is all that lies between my modesty and my nakedness.

He lowers my hands from his chest to his hips and them places them on his belt, inviting me to relieve him of his trousers, all the time kissing and nibbling the skin beneath my ear.

I quickly unfasten the belt and release the buttons so the zipper comes down almost of its own accord. With my eyes closed I slide my hand down his jeans, over muscle and through pubic hair until I have him wrapped in one hand. He groans into my neck and the heat of his desire scorches my skin, urging me to tighten my grip and feel the pulse of a rigid cock rippling in my hand. He’s dipping and shuddering, making the kind of noises that have me clenching and so aroused I can barely stand.

With steaming breath he whispers, “Show me how to love you, Beth.”

With my free hand I move his hand to my left shoulder and ease down my bra strap. He follows through, left and right and leans into me to unclip it before it falls and dangles off my right wrist. I begin to pull out my hand.

“Leave it where it is,” he says with a smile and then proceeds to snap the strap and toss it across the room. With it discarded, I am captured in candlelight. This is the first time he has seen my naked breasts. Before, there was only the glow of moonlight. Now there are shadows and the flickering light cast by 20 candles. I feel exposed and lower my head, embarrassed by his stare.

“Look at me!”

I raise my eyes to meet his. “Don’t ever be shy about who you are. You are beauty personified. I have lived many lifetimes, travelled through space and time; read a thousand books and recited a hundred poems, but even I cannot find the words to describe you.” He rests his palms on my breasts and strokes my nipples with the pad of his thumbs, making my body tremble.

“See how you respond? Your body recognises the touch of these hands and no other. These hands are the key to untold pleasures.”

I throw my head back as I feel his erection growing, forcing its way through material, seeking freedom from containment. With both hands I lower his jeans and boxers, allowing it to spring free. When I see it, I gasp. It’s bigger than I remembered, standing long and thick without support. I’m aroused further by its magnificence.

“Give me your hand.”

I lift up my right hand. Enfolding it with his own, he places it around the skin coated rod of iron and begins to move my fingers and thumb up and down the length of it; rolling my thumb back and forth on the upward motion.

With a throaty voice he urges me to give him my other hand. I do.

He places it between my legs, his hand over mine, his firm fingers sliding between my own until they are wet and soaked. With our hands moving rhythmically he begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue. He moans into me, stimulating me even more, and I gasp, caught up in a sexual frenzy that has us both teetering on the edge of an orgasmic high.”



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About Sydney Jamesson – in her own words

There are those moments in life when a person you respect says something to you that strikes a chord, we’ve all had them … that moment came one Parents’ Evening when I was 16. An inspirational teacher said; “Your daughter should consider a career in Journalism or as a writer, she has a vivid imagination and a flair for creative writing …” As a wide-eyed teenager, those words were music to my ears. How prophetic was it that I went on to do just that …

I have worked in Insurance, Fashion and in advertising as a Copywriter and Commercial Journalist and loved every minute of it; creative people are a lot of fun to be around. I swapped the day job for a more meaningful enterprise: having our daughter Jenna. Now 29, she’s a fiercely independent woman living the dream in Australia. She was a heavenly surprise that had me working freelance for four years, doing what I could between feeds, playgroups and afternoon lessons in preparation for starting school. It’s a ‘story’ we can all identify with, I’m sure.

I made a sideways move into teaching in 1997 and, six years later, became Head of English in a High School, making it my mission in life to introduce young people to a range of quality reading material. I try to foster a love of all things creative in my students and encourage them to find that creativity within themselves.

For as long as I can remember, I have lived with The Story of Us in my head. The fact that Elizabeth Parker is an English teacher should come as no surprise; as novelists we write, initially, about what we know … Yet, I should confess, she isn’t me but rather that young, sensitive and naïve woman we all were or still are. The difference being, she has been victimized and, because of it, remained hidden. But, unlike some characters who may have suffered at the hands of others, she is not damaged: wary yes, but not damaged. She still believes people are innately good and that is one of her many qualities. It is her propensity for compassion that allows her to invite Ayden Stone into her world when, on the face of it, he’s exactly what she doesn’t need.

So that’s me, furiously typing away until the early hours, unveiling the intricacies of a 21st century fairy-tale; creating an epic story that melds a heady mixture of romance suspense and a touch of the miraculous.

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Happy Book Birthday!!! Better Deeds than Words by Georgina Guthrie with Excerpt


OMG!!! I am so happy and excited that this book is finally out!!! I have been impatiently waiting for this the sequel to The Weight of Words for monthssss. You can read my review here.

You guys are absolutely gonna love Better Deeds than Words and why shouldn’t you? Our dear Guthrie surely delivered another “unputdownable” story.

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Aubrey and Daniel’s vow to pursue their dangerous romance despite university regulations takes them down a path of secrecy and lies. With only six weeks left to the end of term, they’re under the constant watch of David Grant—Daniel’s “Dean of Students” father. If that weren’t enough to pressure them, Daniel’s checkered past also casts a shadow over the young lovers who continuously tempt fate until one wrong move leads to an inevitable disaster. Can they salvage a relationship when everything seems to be conspiring against them?



Daniel’s grandmother held out the salad tongs. “Daniel, take more tomatoes.”

“I already have a few. I’m fine.”

She tossed three more tomato wedges on his salad plate.”Lycopene. It’s good for the prostate,” she said.

Daniel rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Prostate cancer,” Patty said to me in a hushed voice. “That’s what got Bradford—my husband. Never ate a tomato in his life. I’m convinced that’s what did him in. Although I read an article recently about the importance of regular ejaculations as well. Not that Bradford had a problem with that.”

I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. Daniel stared at her in stunned silence.

“You are having your oil changed regularly, I hope?” she asked him.

What the hell? Penny had said Patty was a corker, but nothing had prepared me for this! She was awesome! I blinkedback tears as I tried not to burst into laughter. Daniel, on the other hand, was choking on a mouthful of roast beef. I clappedhim on the back and handed him his water glass.

He gulped some and cleared his throat. “Jesus, Patty. That’s a rather personal question.”

“It’s uptight people who impede the distribution of important information. Don’t you think, Aubrey?”

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more,” I said, casting a meaningful glance at Daniel who narrowed his eyes at me.

He turned back to his grandmother. “Are you implying I’m uptight?”

“Implying? No, no, I was stating it as a fact. I happen to believe you need to extricate that rather long pole from—well, there’s no need to discuss the sordid details at the table,” she said.

Daniel put down his fork and looked back and forth between the two of us. “Huh,” he said, miffed. “Okay then. Allow me to put your mind at rest. My oil is being changed fairly regularly. There. Satisfied?”

He picked up his fork and forcefully stabbed a carrot. I hoped his comment wasn’t intended as an admission that we were involved in an intimate relationship. Patty quirked aneyebrow at me and I held up my hands as if to say, “Don’t look at me.” She surveyed Daniel expectantly and he cleared his throat.

“Unfortunately, I’m decidedly, um, self-employed, at the moment,” he said.

 Isn’t it AWESOME??? Don’t you want to read it right now??? You should get your copy asap!!! Review coming soon!


About the Author

Georgina Guthrie is a self-professed book hugger and compulsive diarist. Though GG now resides in Canada, she was born across the pond and still considers herself a Brit through and through, which may explain her frequent visits to her favourite local British import shop. 

GG is often happiest when reading and writing, but she’s just as likely to be found hanging out with friends and family, almost certainly with a glass of red wine in one hand a bag of cheese and onion crisps in the other.

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Schedar G. Reviews and gives Five Gourmet Cups to Sweet Filthy Boy by Christina Lauren

Title: Sweet Filthy Boy

Series: Wild Seasons
Author:  Christina Lauren
Genre:  NA, Contemporary Romance
Published: Gallery Books

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One-night stands are supposed to be with someone convenient, or wickedly persuasive, or regrettable. They aren’t supposed to be with someone like him.

But after a crazy Vegas weekend celebrating her college graduation—and terrified of the future path she knows is a cop-out—Mia Holland makes the wildest decision of her life: follow Ansel Guillaume—her sweet, filthy fling—to France for the summer and just…play.

When feelings begin to develop behind the provocative roles they take on, and their temporary masquerade adventures begin to feel real, Mia will have to decide if she belongs in the life she left because it was all wrong, or in the strange new one that seems worlds away.(

My thoughts: 

This may be a quick review, as I am about to board a plane headed to Paris to search the City of Light in hopes to find my very own Ansel.

Alright, alright. You got me, I’m not going to Paris (sigh), but this book sure made me consider it 🙂


I have been a fan of Christina Lauren since I read the first sentence of Beautiful Player. The Beautiful Series was simply amazing and I was so sad when it ended. But the ladies have done it again!!!

Sweet Filthy Boy had me hooked from the get go. The first paragraph made me laugh out loud, and when that happens as I open a book, I know it will be a great read!

This book was sweet, funny, heartwarming and well, as the tittle would hint, it was also filthy. And I loved every single word in it.

Mia is your typical shy girl who’s life hasn’t turned out exactly as she wished. She wanted to be a professional ballerina but after an accident a few years back where she fractured her leg, she had to put her dreams in a box of “what my life could have been”. Now she can’t dance anymore and the accident has left her a long, jagged scar on her leg as a constant reminder of what she lost that day.

On the day of her graduation, Mia and her two best friends Lorelei and Harlow go to Vegas to celebrate the end of their college years with lots of partying and dubious choices, but never did they think this choices would include a Vegas wedding.

Enter Ansel Guillaume. Yes, I know, his name alone causes the most delicious shivers down my spine. Put that together with the way he looks and how sweet and filthy he is, and we’ve got a huge problem… or what I like to call and opportunity 😉

Ansel likes Mia immediately and she isn’t completely impervious to him. In fact, she realizes that he’s the only guy she’s felt comfortable enough with to babble non stop about herself. But what was originally planned to be a weekend of drinking and partying turns into a three couple wedding to three complete strangers.

“I’m shy. It’s not a quality that comes out of me in certain situations, it’s my baseline. The magic isn’t why it ever appears with him; it’s how it so easily goes away.”

The next morning Mia wakes up with almost no memory of the night before and a gold wedding band on her finger. This is where mostly every woman would have freaked out, but she had a letter she had written to herself the night before, which helps her decide what to do with her new husband. Plus, once you meet her husband, you’ll understand the reasons she doesn’t have a huge panic attack. When it’s time to get an annulment, Ansel declines and instead asks her to come to France with him for the Summer.

“What you feel, Cerise? I feel it, too. Fuck, Mia, I feel everything for you.”

Seriously, could he be any more perfect? And the nickname he gives her? Cerise, which means cherry… So cute!!!

“I’d be your slave,” He whispers, sliding two fingers into me. “Give me nothing but this and your mouth and your quiet words and I’d be your slave, Cerise.

I absolutely loved this book!!! I cannot tell you enough why you should read it asap! I loved the way Ansel and Mia meet. I love the way you can tell he is crazy about her. I loved the way they got to know each other. I even love the way they fought. It’s not about how a guy messes up in the story, but how he redeems himself and Ansel was absolutely perfect in every way!

“You thought it was the first thing I noticed, but it wasn’t. I didn’t even pay attention to it until the middle of the night, when you finally lay down on the bed and I kissed you from your toe to your hip. Maybe you hate it, but I don’t. You earned it. I’m in awe of you.” His voice is raspy against my thigh. “To me, you’re perfect.”

The characters in this book are simply amazing, well thought out and had depth. Not only Mia and Ansel but her friends Harlow and Lorelei.  I loved their chemistry and cannot wait for more of this series.

The sneak peek you get at the end of the book for Dirty Rowdy Thing will make you count down the day until November 1st.

Christina Lauren are one of my favorite authors and they remain as such because I love anything they write, because they never disappoint!


About the Author 

Christina Lauren

Christina Lauren is the combined pen name of long-time writing partners/besties/soulmates and brain-twins, Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings, NYT/USA Today/#1 International bestselling authors of several Young Adult and Adult Fiction titles. Some of their books have kissing. Some of their books have A LOT of kissing.

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