Saturday, 18 April 2015

Necessary Restorations by Kate Canterbary @kcanterbary

Kate Canterbary Necessary Restorations 4/15/2015
Necessary RestorationsBlurb: They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right… He's a flawed perfectionist… I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off. But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I've ever heard. I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can't let her go. She's wildly independent… My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect. I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice. I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I'm happy pretending history won't catch up with me. The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules. They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together. It's the wrongs that make the rights come to life. add-to-goodreads-button31  

1_NR Excerpt: Chapter One Sam I never thought I'd die in an elevator. I always figured it would have something to do with my brother Riley leaving the gas stove on all night, killing us softly in our sleep. Or gin. Chances were good that my liver was well on its way to pickled. Or doorknobs. Touching those things was like licking the goddamn plague. But today was headed for the fires of hell, and it was all Shannon's fault. "Hi, you've reached Shannon Walsh. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon." Fucking voicemail. Again. "I don't know where the fuck you are, Shan, but I've been waiting at the Commonwealth Avenue property for a goddamn hour. I thought we were trying to make a cash offer today, but I can't very well do that without you here." Ending the call, I wet my lips and wiped the sweat from my brow. This heat wave was in its ninth day, and if I had even a lick of common sense, I would have hitched a ride to Cape Cod with my brother Matt and his wife Lauren for Labor Day weekend. But no, I wanted to see the unit that just came available in the one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old French Revival hotel-turned-condo building in Boston's Back Bay. Specifically, I wanted my sister Shannon—the one who held the firm's purse strings—to buy that unit. I wanted to spend the long weekend drafting plans to demo it down to the studs and then restore the unit to its original beauty. I wanted to lose myself in lines and materials, things I could control. And I wasn't up for third-wheeling it with the newlyweds. I also wanted to be alone. I could handle industry crowds and clients any day of the week and twice on Sundays, and I did it so fucking well they were willing to drop unreasonable amounts of money for my services. I was beginning to think I could finger-paint my designs and still collect six-figure commissions.   But I hated small talk. Bullshit conversations about weather or sports or politics held no appeal for me. I mostly stared at tits and asses until I was getting head in a coatroom or a drink thrown in my face.   And I was in a strange place these days. It was an odd in-betweenness; I wasn't sick but I certainly wasn't well. Not suicidal, but far from happy.   I'd been sliding further into this rut for months, and letting my work keep me too busy to notice. But while I was restoring everything I could get my hands on, the bottom was falling out on me. It was gradual, an evolution too small to notice without stepping back and examining from a distance. It was better this way. I didn't want anyone noticing.   So I was flying solo this Labor Day.   To me, alone didn't mean hunching over my drafting table all night, or skulking around the ancient Fort Point firehouse I called home.   No, alone meant drinking myself numb while some nameless young thing sucked the stress right out of me. There was nothing one hundred dollars pressed into the palm of the right maître d' and a good cocksucking couldn't soothe.   But let's be clear: blowjobs didn't solve problems.   If we were talking solutions, we were talking about my dick in someone's ass, and I didn't have the enthusiasm for that right now.   I needed a steady stream of gin, a blonde who knew her place was on her knees, and an otherwise interruption-free evening.   Go ahead: call me a manwhore.   Slut.   Player.   For all the disgust packed into those words, they were always tied with a fine, shiny thread of admiration. I did what everyone else wished they could, and I made it look good.   And I'd heard far worse. Someone always had some name to call me, and some of those names were hard to shake. For the better part of this year, I'd been replaying my last conversation with my father. The record was stuck on repeat in my mind, scratching and skipping back to the raw, awful parts.   My younger brother, Riley, had been leading a walk-through at a property in Bunker Hill—a string of decent row houses that my miserable bastard of a father Angus bought and dumped on us to restore—with Patrick, Matt, and me.   We were almost finished when Angus showed up, and I knew the minute he walked through the door that he was drunk. He'd been various shades of drunk since my mother died, and that day, he was cruel drunk.   And that was the day I refused to ignore his bullshit. I didn't want to walk away that time. It wasn't rolling off my back. I'd absorbed decades of his hatred, and that tank was long since overflowing.   He attacked everything that I was—my sexuality, my work, my relationship with my mother and my sister, Shannon—and told me I was a mistake. That I was too fucked-up to be alive. That I shouldn't have been born.   That was Angus's gift. He could hear every dark, twisted thought I had, and he knew how to sharpen them into daggers. Ten months later, I couldn't stop hearing those words.   I walked through the unit one last time, photographing what was left of the original design elements and noting restoration ideas. In the hallway joining the twin penthouse units, I texted Shannon to reiterate my annoyance. Then I hit up the manager at the new whiskey bar in the South End to reserve my preferred booth.   Tapping the corner of my phone to the elevator call button, I watched a woman emerge from the other unit. I stared at her, all summery and happy in her long yellow skirt and sleeveless magenta top, with a face like sunshine and a jingling ankle bracelet announcing her approach.   No one was allowed to look that pleased with life when it was too hot to exist. "Hi," she said with a smile, her thumb beating a rhythm against the call button. Dark, shoulder-length hair fell across her face as she leaned forward. "This thing being slow again? It was slow last week, too. I guess that's part of the deal with old buildings, right?"   She was too much and too loud, and I dug in my pocket for some hand sanitizer. I'd come in contact with enough germs for one afternoon. I glanced up from her ankle and stopped attempting to extrapolate a good reason why any civilized person would wear a noisemaker, and shrugged.   She laughed, and said, "Okay then."   She started humming, and then shaking her ankle with the tune, and I looked for the stairwell. I couldn't stand in this hall with a chattering music box much longer, and sharing an elevator with her would require a sedative.   Despite my penchant for the high-end bar scene, I preferred quiet. Growing up with five siblings who made Attila the Hun's crew look like a chill group of guys who enjoyed churning their own butter meant I had to find that quiet for myself. Noise-canceling headphones, soundproofed insulation in my office, and enough space so that my brother Riley and I could go weeks without seeing each other in the firehouse we shared.   Noticing a doorway at the far end of the hall, I gestured for her to step aside. A humid stairwell was a reasonable price to pay for serenity.   "Hey," she said, her hand grabbing my elbow. "It's here."   I met her eyes for the first time since she jangled into my personal space, and as much as I wanted to scowl at her invasion, her smile was too warm, her hazel eyes too bright. She was pretty in a way I couldn't comprehend—maybe it was her shortage of rail-thin, blue eyed blondeness, or the fact she wasn't made up, blown out, or put together, or that she wasn't simply looking at me but she was seeing me—and her smile transformed her whole face. Soon, I was smiling too. Like a fucking lunatic.   Then I felt the first spasms of panic stirring my stomach, squeezing my lungs, making my skin too tight.   My instincts told me to walk away from Miss Music Box, pop some pills to cage the ugly green anxiety monster, and hike down eleven flights of stairs. I always listened to my instincts. Beyond my siblings, they were the only things I could trust in this world.   But I stepped into that elevator anyway, gazing at her light eyes, and within ten seconds of the door closing, I was hurtling to my death.  

Review by Jeanne Obsessive Pimpette

I was gifted this arc through Obsessed by Books for an honest review. What happens when best friends fall in love? Sam and Tiel are very loveable characters that are best friends, NOTHING MORE!!!! At least that's what they keep telling themselves. What happens when BFs fall in love? It gets very messy. I enjoyed watching their story go through its mountains and valleys. It was a very good introduction to Kate Canterbary's work for me.

Kate CanterbaryAbout Kate Canterbary: Kate Canterbary doesn't have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean--Pacific or Atlantic--is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn't writing sexy architects, she's scheduling her days around the region's best food trucks.
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Metro Diaries by Namrata @privytrifles

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Love is one of the most amazing feelings on this earth, one that makes you the most powerful person or the most helpless person in a split second. These stories capture those feelings of despair, longing, love, lust, desire, want, dejection and admiration to create deja vu. Hold onto your hearts as you flip through these pages and take a walk down the memory lane as "Metro Diaries" will revive your innermost feelings and imbibe in you the magic of love. Touching, amusing and deeply moving, Metro Diaries - Love Classics are tales that will hold you from start till end.

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This read was, I admit out of my usual reading zone but I occasionally like to throw caution the the wind and read something I usually wouldn't! It's a well written thought provoking collection of realistic love stories, each one short and quite poetic. Based often at times on real life scenarios such as holidays, diaries, old photographs and letters often reliving the love and memories of their journey to find one another.

This is a celebration of the different aspects of love and the pure joy people experience when they give and receive the emotion. Each story encapsulates the difficulty of and maintaining the love of your life.They are a touching and beautifully written collection that is very soul searching honestand it's refreshing that not all stories end with a happily ever after.

This is a great collection of pure unadulterated love and romance perfect for anyone who enjoys escaping into the idyllic tranquility of a good old love story.

A four star mushfest.

Random Fun Facts:

1. All the stories in the book are real. Name of places and people have been changed to maintain confidentiality.
2. Metro Diaries is a segment on my blog which consists of stories across genres though this book has only got the romance collection.
3. One of the characters in the book is me and NO I am not telling you which one ;) If you think you have the right answer do write to me and I will let you know how close or far you are.
4. All the stories in the book have not been "ended", they have been brought to conclusion in a manner that there can always be a next part to it and the story can go on with the same characters.
5. If observed closely you will notice the stories are not technically love stories where boy meets girl and they fall in love to live happily ever after for I believe love stories are also about what doesn't happen between the lovers.

About the Author:

Namrata is a prolific blogger known by the name Privy Trifles in the blogosphere who romances life through her writings and aspires to make love the universal language. She dons various hats between that of a contributing author to 7 anthologies a reviewer for leading publishing houses an editor to various books and a columnist. Apart from that she is also the editor for an online magazine called Writer's Ezine. Having mastered the nuances of finance till recently she also held the title of an investment banker closely to let it go to embrace her love for writing fully.

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Unbound by His Love Series Blog Tour @MA_books

Unbound by His Love Trilogy
by Melissa Ann
  Bio A Silent Canvas is Melissa Ann’s debut novel. What began as an idea three years ago, blossomed into a full-fledged historical romance series. Since the resurrection of her first novel, Melissa has also written a New Adult Contemporary Series which is scheduled to be re-released April 16th, 2015. Melissa currently lives in the Great White North with her husband and two children. She’s an avid supporter of World Wildlife Fund and makes an effort to involve herself as well as her family in fundraising campaigns for various charities. Melissa has an Employment Counsellor Diploma from Fleming College, but she prefers writing stories over resumes. When’s she not busy in the office helping her husband, she gets to do what she enjoys most… writing, reading and spending time with her children.    
Unbound by His Love
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***For mature audience 18+*** Newly engaged to Tyler, Michelle needed to get away, To escape her controlling fiancé, So, to Durham College she goes to stay. Surrounded by friends and a certain boy named Jax, Michelle finally feels like she belongs. Jax is a dream come true, But Tyler's possessiveness stays strong. Michelle knows who her heart should pick, The Bass Guitarist for a Christian Rock band. But her boyfriend Tyler doesn't like to give up what's his, Can Michelle risk Jaxon taking a stand?
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This is the first book that I have read by this author and it was an enjoyable read. From page one you are drawn into the story, you follow the story of Michelle and her abusive relationship with Tyler, and how she decides that she needs to escape. She finds a way by attending college, and there she meets the gorgeous Jax. This book will have you on an emotional rollercoaster, it is heartbreaking at times. There is a cliffhanger ending and I will be awaiting the next book.

The writing is fantastic and the story is well written by this author.

Unbound by His Love 2
by: Melissa Ann
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***For Mature Audiences 18+*** A decision was made Michelle chose the one That would make her as happy as can be And her heart they had won Michelle knows relationships aren’t easy Challenges there will be But what they’ll endure Makes Michelle want to flee The love of her life Has been threatened, you see So now once again a decision must be made A difficult one indeed. There will be jealousy and threats A surprise at the end Someone making the ultimate sacrifice for love And a heart that might never mend.
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*** For mature audiences 18+*** Sacrifice of a love affair... Hearts broken Questions unanswered Pasts intertwined And blackmail spoken Michelle's number one priority was keeping Jax safe but she soon discovers that perhaps it was a tragic mistake. Why isn't he looking for me? Has he forgotten me already? I'm drowning in a sea of darkness Please save me from this misery. Since the first moment he laid eyes on Michelle, Jax knew she was "the one", but her constant need to run from their relationship has him wondering if she cares about him at all. Why did she leave me? She took a part of me that day Things just aren't adding up I just can't stay away.
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The Creek Series by Abbie St. Claire

The Creek Series
By Abbie St. Claire

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Broken Creek, Part One 

Secrets and lies of the creek... 
When escaping isn't enough... 
A woman whose past holds her hostage… 
A man who can’t let the past go… 
A favor that brings them together again… 

Pro fisherman, Stephan Hart let the best thing in his life get away. When Wrenn Cunningham ended their relationship, she was broken. He was shattered.

At age 17, Wrenn suffers a tragic event at the hands of her father in the barn on their property. When he dies, he takes their secret to his grave. To others, Wrenn’s small-town life in Arkansas might appear boring, but in reality, it’s far from easy. The daily physical and financial struggle to help her mother keep their ranch after her father’s untimely death begins to take a toll. Receiving a nursing school scholarship to a North Texas University means a chance to move away from her tiny existence and start over. It means a chance to leave her secret behind. 

If only life was that simple… Nightmares find you no matter where you are.

Forgiveness Creek, Part Two

Secrets and lies of the creek... 
When escaping isn't enough... 

Starting over means saying goodbye… 
Closure seems impossible… 
A chance meeting brings a fresh start in an unforeseen world, until tragedy strikes… 

Fate deals Wrenn an unexpected hand. With a shattered heart, she must find the courage to forgive and move forward because the life of another is now counting on her. Happiness seems out of reach until the day it was staring her down and daring her to empower herself.

Meeting Mr. Lawrence at the Cancer Center turned sadness into sunshine. She never anticipated that the ailing billionaire would come to mean the world to her in so many ways.

All is well until Dane Lawrence, the billionaire’s grandson gets Wrenn caught up in a deadly game of corporate espionage, where once again Wrenn is involved in a tragic event in the same barn that changed her life when she was just 17 years old. 

This time, the nightmares consume her.

Redemption Creek, Part Three 

Secrets and lies of the creek... 
When escaping isn't enough. 

Never underestimate the power of a woman… 
Money can’t buy every girl in town… 
Nice guys finish last…sometimes. 

Between trying to sell the company and fixing his private life, Dane Lawrence underestimates Wrenn’s stubborn streak and seeks out the help of his grandfather. Little does he know, he’s being seriously played, but by whom?

Wrenn fights her attackers with everything she’s got and she’s grateful that Stephan taught her to shoot, but there were bullets that even she didn’t see coming.

When the nightmare’s return, Wrenn’s physical health in in serious danger. Dane whisks her off to France to save her from herself. Can Wrenn finally put the pieces of her life together and find the redemption she deserves?

I've spent many years crafting stories in my brain. Finally, after the encouragement from those that love and support me the most, I put my first story out by self-publishing in 2013.

That first milestone created a writing monster in me that couldn't be stopped and filled a void I cannot explain. Each story is a true gift from my heart and a sacrifice from my soul, since I find it difficult to let the characters go.

At home in Texas, my husband and I share our life with children that mean the world to us and include a couple of fur babies. When we aren't busy watching sports and betting on the game, we are entertaining with friends.

I do have a writing cave, but honestly, most of my work comes from the kitchen, the heartbeat of any home. Since noise doesn't disturb me too much when writing, I can write and keep the pulse on the family at the same time. And... Possibly enjoy my favorite, sinful treat... Cookie dough!

The writer-reader world is my lifeline. I'm addicted and each time I get a message from a reader, I'm thrilled. There's quite a few stories planned for the next several months. I'm hoping the readers fall in love with my next series, The Creek Series. A story that is guaranteed to bring out all the emotions.

If you've read my books, thank you! It truly means the world.

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~~~Now LIVE!!! “Twisted Knights: Angels & Demons (Twisted Knights: MC Book 1)”~~~ @L_Cal_author

~~~Now LIVE!!!  “Twisted Knights: Angels & Demons (Twisted Knights: MC Book 1)”~~~
Demon is a sexy as hell club member with no manners. Scarred by his past,
with no intentions to love again.

Angel is a new mom on the run from her abusive husband. After one
failed marriage, she isn't looking for a repeat.

Together they can spark like the fires of hell and shine like heavens above.

If they can live through the trials that lay ahead....

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I wasn't sure it was the Jack Daniels or it was Demon. When his tongue found it's way into my mouth I could feel a fire starting to burn between my thighs. The moment I saw Demon at Twisted, I knew he was down for a sultry good time. He stepped back and I couldn't help it but I started to cover myself. He smacked my hands away, the scars that nobody has ever seen suddenly felt like they were on fire under his gaze.
“What happened?”
It almost brought tears to my eyes.
“An abusive ex.” I replied mournfully.

Review by Mazzy Boss Lady

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This is the first in the series of a brand new MC book, and the first debut by by this author.

I must say I was pleasantly surprised, this book will have you hooked from the first page, the writing is like that from an established author.

We follow the story of Demon and Angel. Angel is on the run away from an abusive ex and Demon has demons of his own. Two people that come together and help each other in ways that they didn't know were possible.

The story is a fantastic one and I really enjoyed it, there is a cliffhanger so be warned, but I think that makes you want to second book in the series even more. I for one cannot wait for the second book.

Congrats Lauren on you fantastic debut book

Review by Ally Book Obsessive One Clicker

** I was given an ARC for an honest review **

Wow what an action debut novel by Lauren Calhoun. Twisted Knights is the first in a new MC series and wow what a great read. If you enjoy reading MC books then this book is for you MC biker lovers. I know I am one of them and I really liked how Lauren wrote Twisted Knights. I was hooked on the first page and couldn't put it down loved every minute of it.

Demon is the bad boy that Angel meets and sees how he really is. He has a softer side when he is around Angel. They both come from a very sad past they both had to deal with. When Angel and Demon come together they try to make everything work for them both.

Can't wait to see what is in store for us from Lauren Calhoun so looking forward to the next book.

**About the Author**
Well, What can I say besides the fact that I am a bored stay at home mom that wanted to share some of the inter working of my brain. I have always loved to read and have so many ideas for good novels/novellas, so please follow to get the most up to date information.

Other then that my life is pretty simple. Married for 5 years to my amazingly supportive husband. two beautiful kids. I have a crazy family, with tons of drama (makes for good writing). I love reading and tattoos. 19 tattoos and counting. MC romance is my number one favorite. After that who knows, I can't list everything that is on my TBR list.

I would love to give a shout out to one very important man... Mr. Lucian Bane. His books have helped my marriage beyond words. This is not a teacher pet kind of post, this is real shit. His work help me find myself, which then led to me writing! So, I need to thank him, Lucian if you ever read this know that your work means the world to me!!!

Any other questions, just ask, I am a pretty open book. LOL pun intended.

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Eternal Soulmate By Brooklyn Taylor Blog Tour

Eternal Soulmate
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Ashlynn Ellis’ life was finally coming together. After a troubled childhood she had control of her life just the way she wanted.  She had her inner circle of trust consisting of McKoy and Grace who were her lifelong girlfriends which allowed her to keep the boundaries set. But an end-of-life journey for her estranged mother shakes Ashlynn’s distrusting self to the core, which unknowingly leads her to cross paths with her soulmate, Cooper Brooks. Ashlynn has never had a trusting man in her life nor did she want one. She has seen domestic abuse on the front line and can not let these memories go.
Cooper Brooks is a police officer and has seen domestic violence at its worse. As a child with a hard upbringing, he commits himself to his career. He does not have time in his life for a woman and he doesn’t care to look for one; that is until he meets Ashlynn Ellis.

Ashlynn and Cooper meet by what could only be orchestrated by a higher power, and for the first times in both of their lives realize love is something they are missing.   

Will Ashlynn trust Cooper and let her guard down for this man that worships her? Can Cooper convince her to trust him and embrace the love he wants to give her? Will Ashlynn lose her internal battle and let Cooper in? When someone from her past comes back to destroy her can she protect Cooper, the love of her life, before it’s too late to protect herself?  This a passionate love story between two people who were brought together by fate as soul mates made for each other. Is their destiny really meant to spend the rest of their lives together?  

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Cooper finally whispered to me as we are both breathing so heavy “I want you Ash, really bad.”

 I shook my head yes and he moved my thong to the side.  He started to touch me and oh my………. He started to rub my sensitive spot and I thought I might come just from his touch. What the hell am I going to do with him in me?

“You’re so wet for me Ashlynn, do you want me?”

“Hell yes, I want you. Can’t you tell?”

I reached for his button and saw he had already undone it and the zipper. When did he do that? Who the hell cares? He had on no underwear. I grabbed onto his manhood and guided him in me. I sat on him and moved slowly to get him into me all the way. He felt amazing and like how he was made for me. I stretched just enough for him. Ever since the first time we had made love, I craved his touch and the feeling of him being in me, completing me.

“You’re so tight, you feel so good, I hope I can last. I want you to be pleased first. If I start to hurt you I’ll stop. Don’t be shy with telling me baby. I plan on making love to you more times than we can count, so I am not going to get greedy.”


Author's Bio

I am a Texas girl, mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical field. I love to spend my free time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to write at the instinct of ""hey maybe I can do that!"" I have enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and family that make my like worth living!

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