Blog Tour - Sweet Hope By Tillie Cole

Title: Sweet Hope

Series: Sweet Home #4

Author: Tillie Cole

Age group: New adult
Genre: Contemporary romance

Release date: 29th March 2015

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From the USA Today Bestselling Sweet Home Series, comes Sweet Hope.

My name is Ally Prince and I've always been unlucky in love. I don’t know why, I just always… have.

When all of my best friends were falling for their soul mates in College, I was left behind. I was Ally, the pretty cousin of superstar quarterback, Romeo Prince. I was Ally, the best friend to the most amazing group of girls I've ever known—a title I loved, but one I became tired of 'just' being. And I was Ally, the one on which they could all rely.

But to me, I was Ally, the girl with the heart no one had claimed... And I was, Ally, the girl, who underneath it all, was heart-breakingly lonely.

I LOVE love; the thought of it, the nervous excitement of falling for Mr. Right, the desire of someone becoming my entire world... of me becoming theirs. I’ve always wanted passion, heart-stopping, epic, life-changing romance... I’ve always wanted the fairytale… I’ve always wanted it all.

It just never seemed like I would get it.

For the past few years I've thrown myself into my career as a museum curator. I’m the best of the best, the person every museum wants to hire, so when an opportunity came up to move to Seattle, I jumped at the chance. My cousin and my best friend lived in Seattle and I needed a change.

I needed a new beginning.

I wasn't expecting to meet anyone in the Emerald City. I wasn't expecting to work closely with the reclusive new sculptor my all-important gallery design was centered around. And I certainly wasn't expecting to fall for him... heart-stopping, epic, life-changing love...

My real life fairytale come true.

But, like in every fairytale, there’s a villain, a dark and tortured soul... I just didn't know that the villain and the hero in my story would end up being one and the same.

New Adult Romance Novel—contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up.

My Review 

I am so excited to share this author with you. I discovered Tillie Cole after Christmas, and have read all of her books. Reviews on which you will see soon. This book Sweet Hope is Book 4 in the Sweet Home series. 

This book is everything I thought it was going to be and a whole lot more. Full of surprises as to who Ally's mystery man is..........

Once you read a Tillie Cole book you will be hooked. If you are going to read this book, I suggest you start from the beginning with Sweet Home. Tillie has an exceptional talent and style of writing. Once you start reading you are captured. I couldn't put this book down. I don't think I breathed the whole way through. Even after I was done I couldn't stop thinking about it. 

The characters are so well written. You feel like you know them. The way in which you are drawn into the book it's like you are a part of the story, you see it playing out in your mind in bright colours, the smells, sights and sounds enveloping you within the story. 

Sweet Hope is exceptionally perfect, stunningly flawless. And an Amazingly fantastic read. 

You need to add this to your "TBR" list. 

I give this 5/5 stars and 5/5 for movie moments. 

Excerpt

Vin sat forward like an excited child. I had to stop myself from laughing at the grin on his face. “So,” he said conspiratorially, “Elpidio...”

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely audible. The mere thought of curating his work made me feel weak at the knees.

“At last I’m commissioning his first show and I am looking for the right curator to put it all together.” His eyes narrowed. “Do you believe this could be you?”

“Yes, sir,” I retorted with confidence. “As soon as I heard about the position, I dropped everything to fly out here to meet you. I know I’m the best person for this job. I’ve studied his work.  I’ve written academic journals on his methods and on his themes. I’ve written articles on his rise to fame.”

Vin sat back, clasped his hands and nodded his head. He seemed to have lost his enthusiasm. My stomach rolled. I wanted this position so, so much.

“I’ve read your articles and journals, Ms. Lucia,” he said. I waited for him to say more. “You’re an exceptional art scholar and you clearly have a passion for my protégé.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, “He’s one of my favorite contemporary sculptors.” I paused at what I’d just said and lowered my eyes to inspect the wooden table. “No, excuse me,” I said nervously, “Elpidio is my absolute favorite contemporary artist, period.”

Vin’s head tilted to the side. “Why?” Vin’s eyes had lit up with interest.

“Why…” I whispered, contemplating how I could express my love for his work in words. I took in a long breath, thinking through my answer, and opted to speak from the heart.

I closed my eyes picturing his sculptures and let my words flow. “His works… They are both the saddest and most beautiful pieces of art I have ever seen. Every curve of the marble comes from deep within his heart. The themes of his works are both provocative and gutting at the same time. I could get lost in every single one of them, all day, everyday for the rest of my life and never tire of it. They are raw and poetic… so tragic, yet so beautiful. The merest of glances at any one of the pieces evokes a kaleidoscope of emotions from the very depths of the soul. I don’t know what else to say except that his work communicates with me like no other,” I patted my hand over my heart, “it speaks directly to every fiber of my being. I feel his work. I feel it, as though it lives and breathes, just like you and I.”

Opening my eyes, I blushed in embarrassment as I realized just how lost to my thoughts I had become. Vin leaned forward again and tapped my hand with his.

“Well, Ms. Lucia, that was quite the answer,” Vin said, with a hint of humor in his tone.

Huffing a nervous laugh, I brushed a loose piece of hair from my face. “He’s quite the sculptor.”

AUTHOR BIO

Amazon & USA Today Best Selling Author, Tillie Cole, is a Northern girl through and through. She originates from a place called Teesside on that little but awesomely sunny (okay I exaggerate) Isle called Great Britain. She was brought up surrounded by her English rose mother -- a farmer's daughter, her crazy Scottish father, a savagely sarcastic sister and a multitude of rescue animals and horses.

Being a scary blend of Scottish and English, Tillie embraces both cultures; her English heritage through her love of HP sauce and freshly made Yorkshire Puddings, and her Scottish which is mostly demonstrated by her frighteningly foul-mouthed episodes of pure rage and her much loved dirty jokes.

Having been born and raised as a Teesside Smoggie, Tillie, at age nineteen, moved forty miles north to the 'Toon', Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, where she attended Newcastle University and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts honours degree in Religious Studies. She returned two years later to complete a Post-Graduate Certificate in Teaching High School Social Studies. Tillie, regards Newcastle to be a home from home and enjoyed the Newcastle Geordie way of life for seven 'proper mint' and 'lush' years.

One summers day, after finishing reading her thousandth book on her much loved and treasured Kindle, Tillie turned to her husband and declared, "D'you know, I have a great idea for a story. I could write a book." Several months later, after repeating the same tired line at the close of another completed story, she was scolded by her husband to shut up talking about writing a novel and "just bloody do it!" For the first time in eleven years, Tillie actually took his advice (he is still trying to get over the shock) and immediately set off on a crazy journey, delving deep into her fertile imagination.

Tillie, ever since, has written from the heart. She combines her passion for anything camp and glittery with her love of humour and dark brooding men (most often muscled and tattooed – they’re her weakness!). She also has a serious side (believe it or not!) and loves to immerse herself in the complex study of World Religions, History and Cultural Studies and creates fantasy stories that enable her to thread serious issues and topics into her writing -- yep, there's more to this girl than profanity and sparkles!

After six years of teaching high school Social Studies and following her Professional Rugby Player husband around Europe, they have finally given up their nomadic way of life and settled in Calgary, Alberta where Tillie spends most of her days (and many a late night) lost in a writing euphoria or pursuing a dazzling career as a barrel-racing, tasselled-chap wearing, Stetson-sporting cowgirl... Ye-haw!

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Release Day - Jake Understood By Penelope Ward

Blurb 

From the New York Times bestselling author of Jake Undone, comes a full-length standalone companion novel and sequel.

A different side to the story: Jake’s side.

“We’re getting a new roommate,” they said.

I thought nothing of it...until she walked in the door. Her hand trembled in mine as she looked at me with fearful eyes. My entire world spun on its axis.

Nina...

It was a mismatch made in heaven: innocent girl from the boonies moves in with tattooed, pierced, badboy engineer.

I came up with a bet, a plan to tutor her in math and coach her through her phobias. What I wasn’t betting on was becoming addicted to her.

But I was living a double life on weekends, and once she found out about it, she’d be gone.

I had to protect myself and that meant one thing: I couldn’t fall in love.

In Jake Understood, pivotal scenes from Jake Undone are retold from Jake’s point of view combined with all-new material from both the past and present time where Jake Undone left off. It can stand alone but if both books are read, should follow Jake Undone. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+. 

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Release Day Blitz - Declan (Wounded Series) By Ava Manello

Book: Declan
Series: Wounded Heroes #1
Genre: Military/Suspense Romance
Author: Ava Manello
Cover: Margreet Assleburgs
Hosted by:Francessca’s Romance Reviews

Synopsis
War almost destroyed them, but they survived thanks to their brother in arms Declan.

Coming home wasn't as sweet as they'd hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it was all too much.

United by grief and angered by injustice the Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.

Little do they know that's going to come sooner rather than later.

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My Review 

I hadn't read the blurb to this before i started reading so i was reading blind, but from the first chapter I was hooked. And it had a few nice surprises in it with the appearance of a few familiar characters.   I read it in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. 

So you know I don't do spoilers and this is no different, but I will give you a little background information. If you didn't already know Ava co-wrote a series with KT Fisher - The Servered Series. If you have read this you no how absolutely fantastic this series is, this is a series you will want to download all the books at once and read them cover to cover. So, Declan is first seen in the Servered Series, he literary turns up from no where. 

This is Declans books, The first one in the Wounded Series. And what a book to start the series with. While this is a completely new series and the first book in the series, you can read without reading the Servered Series, but if your a geek like me and need to know whose who, then download the Servered series first, as there is a crossover in this book. 

I loved this book, Hot, Sexy men, action and plenty more.  This book is everything you can expect from a Ava Manello book. It is stunning and flawless, extremely well written. I can't wait for the next book. 

Add this one to your "TBR" list. 

I give this 5/5 stars and 3/5 for movie moments.

Excerpt

The touch of my fingers sends a small tremor through her. I try to keep the massage firm, yet tender. I can already see some of the tension leaving her body. She groans as I knead the hard knot at the base of her neck. This past week has been a living nightmare for all of us, but especially her and the stress has really knotted her neck and shoulders.

My hands leave her skin for a moment as I reach for more body lotion. She moans in protest. There’s a delicate hint of coconut in the air as I warm it in my hands before applying it at the base of her spine.

I knead up and down her back, leaving a trail of warmth where I’ve passed. I can feel my cock twitching in my tight boxer briefs, begging to be let loose. It’s been too long since I allowed myself that particular pleasure. After everything that’s happened I wasn’t sure it would show interest in sex again, I’m pleased that it is, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Georgia is laying face down underneath me, dressed only in skimpy briefs so that I can massage her back. My legs are astride hers and I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock pushing against her. She says nothing though.

How the fuck did I find myself here? On this bed and in this position? This is my friend’s widow for fucks sake. I need to show him some respect. I need to remember the man that he was, not the shell he had become. He sank so low that there was no coming back. That’s why I’m here. We buried him today, so the last place I should be right now is in his widow’s bed.

I couldn’t ignore Georgia’s scream though as she’d woken from a nightmare, or the fat tears rolling down her face. She’s too young to be a widow; she’s not even forty. She has her whole life ahead of her. I’d consoled her by drawing her into my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her close. She’d whimpered when my hand touched her back. The downside of living with Max for these past few months had been the abuse. She may have outgrown most of the bruises but the residual pain was still there.

I’d offered her a back rub in my innocence, and that’s how I came to find myself here now, sitting on top of her and desperately begging my cock to go back into its usual state of stupor.

There’s something sensuous about caressing a woman’s skin, and it’s turning me on. As awful as it sounds it helps that I can’t see Georgia’s face. I couldn’t do this if I looked her in the eye. I need to just pretend she’s some anonymous stranger if I’ve any chance of getting through the rest of this night.

Georgia moans as I release a particularly deep knot in her shoulder, but it sounds more like a moan of passion than relief.

“Declan,” she pleads. “I need you. I need this.” She whimpers.

“I can’t.” I whisper back. “I can’t do it to Max.” I apologise.

“Fuck Max.” She hisses. “He didn’t give a shit about either of us these past few months. I need this.” She pauses. “And from the feel of your cock digging into my ass you need it too.” She reasons.

She’s right. I do need it. But I can’t.

“I can’t look you in the eye.” I apologise.

“Then don’t.” She reasons. She reaches down behind her, pulling her almost non-existent underwear down and raising her ass slightly. I can see her glistening pussy. She’s wet for me and I know for sure that my cock is hard for her.

I dismiss the guilt from my mind and release myself from my boxer shorts. Without allowing myself time to think about it I push into her. Fuck! That feels so good. It feels so tight and deep. I pause for a moment just enjoying the sensation, and Georgia lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.

“That feels fucking amazing.” She almost purrs.

Slowly I move in and out of her, each time it feels like I’ve gone deeper than the last. Her legs are trapped together between mine by her shoved down underwear and her ass is gripping tightly to my cock as I move in and out.

She moves a hand to caress my leg. I stop her by holding her arms down. From the satisfied moans she’s making, it’s clear she likes that. Her face is almost hidden in the mattress, the pillow already tossed aside. She’s got short hair, I want to grab hold of it and pull her head back each time I push into her, but it’s too short for that. It’s just long enough to hide her face, and that’s probably a good thing. If I saw her face right now I suspect my cock would deflate faster than a popped balloon.

The only sounds in the room are the slap of flesh against flesh as my movements become stronger as do our mutual groans of pleasure. I slap her ass sharply, and when she doesn’t protest I do it again. She’s pushing her ass back up against me, silently begging for more. I give it to her.

That’s when it all goes to shit. I’m having the best sex I’ve had in months, fuck it I’m having the only sex I’ve had in months, when I hear it.

A car backfires outside and I lose it. Suddenly I’m not in this suburban bedroom; I’m back in Afghanistan the day it happened. I can feel the heat, taste the sand in my mouth, and hear the screams of the other guys.

I snap out of it, just in time. My hands are round Georgia’s neck and I’m strangling her. She can barely breathe, let alone make a sound and her face is going a shade of purple. I release my hands quickly.

Georgia draws in a deep gulping breath of air before collapsing back down to the mattress and taking shallow breaths.

“What the fuck!” She croaks, her voice barely there and raspy.

What do I say; how the fuck do I explain the nightmare that I live constantly? I can’t. Instead I do the most dick move possible. I pull out of her and rush from the room without explanation.

Within minutes my bag is packed and I’m gone. Driving to an unknown destination in the dark of the night. I didn’t even say I was sorry.

I’m not sure where to go so I just drive. I’m not fit to be around normal people. Something broke in me out in Afghanistan, and I’m not sure I can ever be mended.

So I drive, and wait to see where the road takes me.



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Book Tour - Hunter By Mandy Harbin

   

Title: Hunter

Series: The Bang Shift #2

Author: Mandy Harbin

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publish Date: March 24, 2015

ISBN: 9781941467138

ASIN: B00SNTLD4W

Retail Price: $3.99 USD

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After finally getting out of her disastrous relationship, Maya Carmichael has sworn off all bad boys. Sure they’re hot. The attitude? No thanks. But when her car is vandalized while on a night out with her roommate, she realizes her ex is truly sadistic. Her friend insists they lay low for a few days while the cops do their thing. Unfortunately her temporary haven will throw her in the path of another bad boy. Oh, she’s heard stories about her roommate’s brother, Hunter, and he’s just the type she wants to avoid. Until she sees him … and all good intentions fly out of her busted windshield.

Hunter Anderson might be the easygoing jokester within the Bang Shift crew—the small Arkansas town’s mechanics and the government’s secret mercenaries—but underneath his lighthearted exterior lurks demons of a past he’d love nothing more than to forget. Working on cars and taking the occasional contracted mission help, but he fears nothing will stop his past from coming back to haunt him. No one has tried penetrating the façade to get to the real person below. No one, until Maya.

The attraction is undeniable, but there’s more to Hunter than he can ever let on, and for Maya, this hot distraction makes it easy to forget the real danger she’s in. It has nothing to do with losing her heart to him.

When really it has everything to do with just that.


Excerpt

  Hunter’s phone vibrated, so he dug it out as Bear said something that made the guys chuckle again. When he looked at the screen, he bit back a curse, knowing he couldn’t ignore the call. He stood, accepted it, and made his way out of the room for some privacy. 

“Hello?”
“Bubba?”
“Yeah, Heather, what’s up?” he asked as he stepped around the door and 
closed it.
“Oh, thank god. I’ve tried calling you all morning.”
Huh? He hadn’t had any missed calls from her, had he? Then again, one missed call from her might as well be a dozen. Good thing she couldn’t see him rolling his eyes. “Is everything okay?” he asked, knowing it wouldn’t sound anything but concerned.

“No. Everything is not okay. Maya’s ex-boyfriend like totally vandalized her car. She’s been saying he’s stalking her, but I’ve been telling her she’s nuts—sorry, but I thought you were,” she said away from the phone, which meant she wasn’t alone. “Then we went out to Starlight last night, but while we were in there he trashed her ride. I mean beat it the hell up. Wrote hateful things on it. Even left a used condom on it, Hunter. How sick is that?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to make sense of her words. 
“Who?”
“Jake.”
“No, I mean who are you with? Who’s this Maya?”
“Oh my god, do you never listen to me? She’s my roommate. Practically my best friend. We had to call the cops. They came out, and we told them about Jake, but they said they have to investigate it. I don’t think they believed us.”

“Slight right turn in two miles,” a monotone voice announced in the background.
“Don’t let me miss the exit,” Heather said, and Hunter knew she wasn’t talking to him.
“What’s going on? Where are you going?”
“Home. To your house, I mean.”
He stood straighter. What the…? “You’re coming here? You can’t miss class, Heather.”

“He threatened her,” she said softly. “He knows where we live. We’ve left a message with the dorm monitor—”

“He’s been to your room?” he asked, a chill creeping down his spine. And only partially because of what she was telling him. His baby sister let boys into her room? At night? He didn’t like the thought of that at all. And now some jerk who’d been that close to her was causing problems? Hell, if the asshole had the nuts to take a bat to someone’s car, what was stopping him from doing the same to someone’s face? Like his sister’s. How the hell did she get in the middle of something like this? “Where are you?”

“Arkansas,” she said slowly. So she was already over halfway to Mayflower.

“Get your ass here. Now.”

She sighed. “We’re trying. We left a few hours ago. Should be there sometime after lunch.”

“Go to the house. I’ll be there.”

“Hunter—”

“No, Heather. We’ll talk when you get here. I take it Maya’s with you. Go straight to the house. Nowhere else. I know how long the drive takes. I’ll head your way if you’re not here by one.”

“Fine.” It almost sounded as if she called him a name as she hung up, but he was too focused on this new development to care about his sister’s petty behavior.Someone had taken out a car she’d been in? The perp knew where she lived? How well did she know this man? And was she blowing this way out of proportion? Sometimes he didn’t know when it came to her and her dramatic personality.

He pocketed the phone and went back into the meeting room. The guys were talking about some Shelby restore but quickly quieted and looked to him.

“My sister’s on her way. She might be in trouble,” he hedged.

He’d take care of her. He always would. But whoever this Maya chick was wasn’t his responsibility. Heather knew a little about his other job. She wasn’t completely in the dark about his present life. His past? Yes, but not his current jobs. Which meant she sure as hell knew he had to keep that side of his life private. An unknown houseguest, no matter how short the duration, was unacceptable. If they were in real trouble, he’d help the girl get home, but that would be the extent of his generosity toward her. He had too much at stake. 

“What do you need from us?” Bear asked, his stern expression matching the rest of the group. Men who’d grown to be brothers to him. Well, all except Roc. He was a prick.

“Don’t know. She’ll be here in a few hours. I’ll assess what’s going on and get back to you.”

“You do that,” Brody said, clenching his jaw. Hunter knew he was worried just as much about Hunter’s sister as he was any danger she could be bringing with her … and to Xan’s doorstep. Brody was overprotective of his little bunch. 

Rightly so.

“No worries.” But with his sister, nothing was ever easy. He just hoped this threat wasn’t as serious as she was making it out to be.

Maybe one day he’d finally be able to read her.

Today was not that day.

About the Author

Mandy Harbin is an award-winning, bestselling author of several books across multiple romance genres ranging from contemporary to paranormal erotic romance. She is also the number one bestselling author in teen romance under the pen name M.W. Muse with her popular Goddess Series. She is a Superstar Award recipient, Reader's Crown and RWA Passionate Plume finalist, and has received Night Owl Reviews Top Pick distinction many times. She studied writing at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, earned several degrees, and even pursued an MBA until she realized becoming an author did not have to remain an unfulfilled dream. Mandy is a PAN member of the RWA and lives in a small Arkansas town with her non-traditional family, and although she is a direct descendant of British royalty, they refuse to call her princess. When she's not penning her latest book, you can find her hanging out online where she loves to connect with fellow readers or stalking Mickey Mouse at Disney World.

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