Friday, February 28, 2014

About Last Night - Exerpt Reveal

So I am excited to be a part of the excerpt reveal for Ruthie Knox's book, About Last Night.  To celebrate the book going on sale ( .99 cents guys, you can't beat that!) Ms. Knox has given us an awesome excerpt to share with everyone.  So first let me give you a little taste of what this book is about then we'll get to the really good stuff!

Author:Ruthie Knox
Publication Date: June 11, 2012
Publisher: Loveswept
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Recommendation: 17 and up

Book Description:

Sure, opposites attract, but in this sexy, smart, eBook original romance from RITA finalist and USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox, they positively combust! When a buttoned-up banker falls for a bad girl, "about last night" is just the beginning.

Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she's made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.

Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family's banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine--even her name turns him on--with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.

When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?

Sounds good yeah?  It should, this book has quite the pedigree:

  • A 2013 finalist for the RITA award in contemporary single-title romance from Romance Writers of America

  • A 2012 Reviewers' Choice Best Book Award nominee in the "Contemporary Love and Laughter" category, Romantic Times magazine

  • A Library Journal Best Ebook Romance of 2012

  • A Reviewers Choice Award 2012 Pick, All About Romance

  • A Best Contemporary Romance 2012 nominee at The Romance Reviews

  • A 2013 DABWAHA nominee

I have to say now that I can't believe I missed this one and neither should I know what you really want is the latte, well not so little, excerpt.  

Cath leaned against a table strewn with crumpled tubes of paint and jars full of brushes, pressing her damp palms against the surface and willing her heart to stop pounding. You’re not really attracted to City. You’re just looking for your clothes, and then you’re going home. A blip, remember? This is a blip.

Dimly, she realized he’d spoken. “Sorry, what?”

His lips twitched, and the dimple made another appearance. “I only said ‘Good morning.’ Are you all right?”

She’d been on the money predicting he’d have a posh accent, anyway. Maybe she could blame the hangover for her reaction to the smile. She needed to eat something. Or get laid.

It had been a while. Could you still say that when it had been two years? It had been a while.

“That depends,” she said.


“On what I did last night.”

He pursed his perfect lips, a frown line appearing between his eyebrows. “You don’t remember?”

“Not much.” She drew her index finger along the surface of his worktable, as if checking for dust.

“Do you remember refusing to tell me your name or where you live?”

“We talked?” Funny, she couldn’t resurrect any memories of speaking to him. Only his hand, warm and solid, guiding her. Only the way he’d made her feel.

The way he was still making her feel, come to think of it. She was bare-legged in this strange man’s apartment, asking him to reveal the details of what she’d done while drunk last night. The situation ought to have been intimidating. She ought to have been queasy with remorse.

She wasn’t, and she could only conclude the reason was City. He projected calm.

“You kept calling me ‘City,’” he said.

Cath nodded. “Yep. That’s what I call you.”

He gave her a wry smile, and she held on tight to the edge of the table. Maybe calm didn’t quite cover it. Not when he smiled, anyway.

“That’s precisely what you said last night.”

His voice wasn’t at all what she’d expected. It was low and warm and soothing, and it took the edge right off his fancy accent.

“Did I say why I wouldn’t tell you my name?”

The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.

“You told me you were sad and quite tired, but you didn’t require my help, and all you needed to set yourself to rights was a cup of coffee and something to eat.”

“So how did I—”

He raised one finger to prevent her interruption, his eyes twinkling with amusement. She’d never noticed how unusual his eyes were before. They were green over brown, both exotic and warm.

“Then,” he continued, “when I tried to introduce myself properly, you covered my mouth with your hand and insisted we remain strangers, because you could tell I was a very nice man”—he pronounced the word nice as if it were a razor blade he was carefully spitting out—“and I’d be far better off not knowing you.”

Cath was impressed. Her drunk self had more sense than she’d given her credit for.

“That’s true,” she offered. “I’m not really your type.”

He cocked an eyebrow but let the comment slide.

“Since I’m here, I guess that means you took a pass on the opportunity to hop the next train and leave me to my own devices?”

“It was nearly midnight,” he said, defensive. “All the shops were closed, there were no cabs to be found, you wouldn’t tell me where you lived or let me see you home, and you could barely stand up. So yes, bringing you here seemed like the right thing to do.”

A thought distracted her from the question she’d been forming. “What were you doing at Canary Wharf at midnight on a Friday?”

“Trolling for prostitutes.”

He delivered the line in such a dry, remote tone, it took her a second to get that he was joking, but when she did, she couldn’t prevent herself from teasing, “You must have been so disappointed with the selection.” She glanced down at her small, decidedly unvoluptuous body in the oversized shirt.

“I wouldn’t say that, love.”

The dimple appeared again. She lost a few seconds gazing at his mouth, and then she came to and let her eyes slide down his torso to alight on his hand, which still held a paintbrush.

She hadn’t expected the smile. Or the paintbrush.

She definitely hadn’t expected him to flirt with her.

“I’d been to see a film,” he explained.

“I passed out,” she replied, attempting to steer the conversation back toward the safer ground of her humiliation so that she could get the details she needed and scurry home.

“I suppose you did. You were terribly tired. I made a pot of tea, and by the time I’d finished you were asleep at my kitchen table. I tried to rouse you, but you said, ‘Leave me alone,’ and then something that sounded very much like, ‘Don’t murder me.’” He reported all this matter-of-factly, as if drunk women passed out on his kitchen table every Friday night.

Which, for all you know, they do.

“Nice of you not to.”

“I seem to have convinced you I’m a nice man.”

Cath nodded her agreement, though he didn’t look all that nice at the moment. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn’t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.

“Sorry about the stripping part,” she mumbled, partly because she was sorry but mostly because she wondered what he’d say.

The smile he gave her made her toes curl, it was so wicked. “You do remember,” he said in that low rumble.

“You were very, uh, gentlemanly about that.”

“You were very intoxicated.” He turned away to set the paintbrush down on the tray at the base of his easel.


She stared at her toes until they uncurled. This was her cue to ask what he’d done with her clothes. She would have, only City asked, “How are you feeling?” and so she had to keep talking to him. She tried to mind it but failed. The man was proving to be an enjoyable conversationalist, and he was remarkably easy on the eyes.

“I’m fine, thanks. I have a little headache, but the shower helped. And the toothbrush.”

“Glad to hear it. Would you like breakfast? I fried up some bacon.”

The mention of bacon made her stomach rumble.

“That sounds like a yes.”

“I do have a weakness for the bacon-sandwich hangover cure,” she admitted. “But it seems a little lowbrow for you, City. I can’t imagine you drunk, much less hungover.”

He took a few steps closer and studied her, an unabashed appraisal that should have been rude or even scary but instead sent syrupy heat creeping through her abdomen. “Considering you don’t know my name, you seem to have a lot of ideas about me.”

Oh, she had ideas. She had a whole slew of new ideas about him, and she needed to find an exit strategy quick, because none of them was on the list of things she was supposed to be thinking about. Banker, she reminded herself. He’s a banker, a very boring banker. Enough already. Just, whatever you do, don’t flirt with him.

“I don’t need to know your name. I’ve seen you around, and I know your type.”

Aaaand she was flirting with him.

It won her a smirk. “What’s my type, then?”

“For starters, you come from money. You went to expensive boarding schools, graduated from either Oxford or Cambridge, and now you work at a bank in the City—thus the name.”

He frowned and wiped his hand over his mouth. What a mouth.

“Just let me know when I get something wrong,” she offered.

“By all means, carry on. You’re doing a brilliant job so far.”

“Which was it, Oxford or Cambridge?”

“Cambridge. Trinity College.”

She resisted the urge to gloat. Gloating was well outside the range of acceptable responses to City on this particular morning.

So is flirting with him.

Right. But it was so much fun. She hadn’t flirted in ages.

“Let’s see,” she said. “I know you like to jog. Judging by those shoulders and arms, I’d say you also row, yeah?”

“Some. I play rugby, too.” He gave her half a smile, and she made an effort to suppress the image of City in a rugby jersey with pink cheeks and dirty knees, tussling over a ball. A human orgasm.

Her good sense was now officially yelling Mayday!

She was now officially ignoring it.

“What do I do for fun, then?” He stepped even closer. This flirtation had turned into a two-way party. She needed to find a method of steering the conversation back toward bacon sandwiches and, say, the location of her skirt, because it probably wasn’t good that she could smell him now, and on this man linseed oil was an aphrodisiac.

“Well, you go to the symphony, spend weekends in the countryside, and date women who wear twinsets and have names like—”

Without the least bit of warning, he kissed her. Not a preamble sort of kiss, either. No, he really kissed her, one huge hand cupping the back of her neck, and his warm, firm lips knew exactly what they were doing, which was driving every single thought from her head. Only the man remained, the mouth, the sensations coursing through her, heating her up from the inside. Heating her up fast. Could all bankers kiss like this?

Cath rose on her toes, angling her mouth and pressing closer, but he pulled back a few inches. Then a few feet.

She wanted to say something. The only word that came out of her mouth was a shaky “Whoa.”

She tried again. “What was that, City?”

“You tell me, Yank.” His lips curved into that sexy smirk again.

“I’m pretty sure you just kissed me.”

“Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?”

“What for?”

“It was terribly impolite. I didn’t ask your permission.”

Cath leaned back against the table, crossed her arms over the tight peaks of her nipples, and tried not to smile like a girl who’d just been kissed silly. She failed. She was failing a lot around this guy. It ought to have been worrisome, or at least embarrassing, but his lips had liquefied her brain.

First kiss in two years would do that, she supposed.

“I was much more impolite than you. What with the passing out and all. You’re being very nice about it.”

City scrubbed his hand over his jawline, pensive now. “I would appreciate it,” he said after a moment, “if you would stop calling me ‘nice.’”

He took a step closer, and her heart rate spiked.

“You are nice.” Her voice came out all weak and wavery. This was how Little Red Riding Hood had felt when she’d discovered the Big Bad Wolf wearing Grandma’s bonnet.

“No,” he replied. “I’m not.”

Another step, and his eyes traced a path over her arms, down her stomach to her hips. The brightly lit art studio made her purple underwear visible through the white T-shirt. She could tell that City noticed, and that he was enjoying the view.

She sat down on the edge of the table. “You brought me here with impure motives?” The idea gave her a stupid thrill.

He shook his head. “No. I developed them after you arrived.”

Cath fingered the hem of the shirt where it hit her mid-thigh. “You shouldn’t admit to that sort of thing. It’s perverted to lust after half-naked drunk girls.”

“Not perverted.” He stepped closer until his thighs brushed her knees. “Only male. And at any rate, you didn’t get me lusting with the strip show. Though it was . . . fetching.”

“No?” It was a wonder she could speak at all, considering there was a tall, hard, hot man crowding her and using up all the oxygen. “What irresistibly attractive thing did I do, then?”

One more step, and he was between her legs. “You talked. Rather a lot.”

“About what?”

“All sorts of nonsense. You’re not very fond of my country, I gather.”

Cath shrugged, sheepish. “Sometimes I miss Chicago.”

“I’d never heard you talk before. You ought to do it more. It’s charming.”

“People who talk to themselves at the train station are generally understood to be crazy. Especially in your country.”

“You could talk to me.”

“I hardly know you.”

“I’m superb,” he said. “You’re going to like me.” Big, warm hands covered her bare thighs, and she shivered. “Though I should probably reiterate, I’m not at all nice.”

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m a very good person. Not the kind of girl who gets drunk and has to be rescued from train stations.”

“I know.” He moved his hands up a few inches to the crease where her thighs met her hips.

“Or who makes out with strange men on tables. I’m a thoroughly respectable woman.”

“You don’t kiss like one.” He smiled that shark smile again.

New Cath had a death grip on the tattered vestiges of her willpower, but she’d lost control over her body. Her palms smoothed over the muscles of his forearms, and her butt scooted her closer to the edge of the table by an inch or two. Or four.

At least her mouth still worked. “I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.”

“Don’t reform. I like you bad.”

“I don’t want to be bad.” But her arms had reached up and twined around his neck, and she had to murmur the last part against his lips.

“I do,” he said, and took over.

 Quite the excerpt don't you think...just enough and a bit more to wet your whistle.  I know it got my attention.   So here's where you can pick it up and also don't forget to add it to your TBR on Goodreads, while you are there check out its awesome reviews.

 Before I let you go, I just wanted to give you a bit of information about Ruthie Knox, I don't know about you but I love knowing about the people behind the books I love.  

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at and drop her a line.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

You didn't Fight it, You thought better than to Taunt it, will you really try and Escape it?

Author: Amelia Hutchins
Publication Date: February 15, 2014
Publisher: Amelia Hutchins
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Age Recommendation: 18 and up
Rating: 4 Stars

 Straight from the author!
 "This book is intended for mature and adult audiences, if you prefer adorable and sparkly Fairies and Vampires....look elsewhere."

Okay all, so I jumped, literally jumped for joy when the opportunity came for me to get this book a bit early and do a review of it.  But here's the thing.....I can't tell you anything!

WAIT, just wait...stop giving me the evil eye!  I can't tell you anything because it is so jam packed with answers to many of the burning questions we've had since Fighting and Taunting Destiny and it has so many twists ( I seriously think I not only got a book hangover but a bit of book whiplash!) and turns that as soon as I say anything I will have given away a spoiler and I DO NOT DO SPOILERS!

So you're all wondering WTH right, what good is this review?  Well here is what I can tell you.

1. Amelia rocks this book.  There is a high probability that your heart and ovaries may simultaneously combust while reading this.  
2.  Synthia, she is a bad ass female.  Hard as nails, but soft and tender in all the right places.  
3. Ristan, could you ask for a better best friend?  No, I didn't think so!  I just want to snuggle up with him, eat ice cream and talk about our dreams!  *winks*
4. Ryder, what can I say.....RYYYYYYYDERRRRR!!!!!

So anyhow...We left Synthia sitting at the feet of the Horde King, giving her oath to him and praying that Ryder would come to her rescue.  Her fairy on a galloping white horse.  

"Here was this creature who could easily wipe out any on e he choose to, and for some reason he wanted me.  He ensured from my birth that I would end up here at his feet.  As his slave. Me, he wanted me." -Synthia

Don't fret!  Synthia remains her fierce, amazingly strong and independent self. Escaping Destiny we find her fighting not only for her sense of self,

"We took a fucking assassin and we cut off her arms.  We took her swords.  We took her purpose from her, and gave her what?" -Ristan 

 but also for her vision of love
{Side note as I tried to conjure up a different word other than vision, which didn't seem to settle with me and what I was trying to convey I chatted with my husband, getting his suggestion.  What I got in return was him blaring Mariah Carey's song Vision of Love, so now the word must stay, LMAO}

"I hadn't been living then, I had been surviving.  Ryder had been right, and up until I'd met him, I'd been merely existing.  It was time to end that part of my life.  I'd been going through the motions of living, oblivious to what I had wanted for myself.  Deep down , I'd known I wanted love; real soul ripping love.  Blinding love that made you do stupid thing, and I had.  I had fallen in love with a Fairy" -Synthia

 Ryder, Oh Sweet Baby Fae!!!  Ryder will never change, or will he?

"Chain of command, Synthia.  I say it.. You do it.. End of Chain, am I clear?" -Ryder 
And that is all I am going to say about that.  Wait, no maybe one thing more...You will love Ryder more than ever!

So...without giving all the greatness away, go One-Click this book, (begs Amelia for hard copies of Taunting and Escaping Destiny, whispers...pleeeeeaaaasssse.) read it, pet it, love it, then come talk to me about it because I want to SO bad.  This story is so jam packed and fast paced (and that would be my ONLY complaint) with goodies that I am dying to tell the world about every plot twist and secret, but I can't  *Cries*  

So here is where to buy it and if you haven't already, go and add it to your TBR shelf on Goodreads!!!

Monday, February 24, 2014

Mom Monday - Doll Bones

Author: Holly Black
Publication Date: May 7, 2013
Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
Genre: Middle Grade, Paranormal
Age Recommendation: 10 and up
Rating: 4 Stars

I know you might be wondering why I would be posting this book with a review when it came out almost a year ago (on my birthday I might add), well, the fact is that I have wanted to read if for sometime now and just got the opportunity to do so and I loved it.  Just listen to this:

"He felt his gaze going to Poppy's backpack, knowing the Queen was inside and knowing, without knowing how he knew, that her eyes were open.  He felt the weight of her stare on his back when he turned away.  The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up, tickling his skin and making him shiver."

This book is like an old fashioned camp fire tale, taken down to it's roots and built back up into a wonderful and perfectly creepy novel for tweens and up.  This is a tale of three friends, Zach, Poppy, and Alice, who are leaving the simplicity of childhood, moving in to the years where social groups begin to take precedence, where thoughts of love start to bloom, where realistic dreams of the future, and an awareness of life around them begins.   

"Zachary was used to stories without happy endings.  His dad called where they lived West of Nowhere, Pennsylvania, claiming it bordered Better off Forgotten West Virginia, and Already Forgotten Ohio.  When Zach was little, those seemed like magical place names, before he realized they were just sarcasm."

Zach is the main character in this book, and I have to say my only criticism is how well his character is developed in comparison to Alice and Poppy, I would have loved to really get to know them as well as I did Zach.  A climatic moment in Zach's life changes the friendship of these three forever.  Admission are made, feelings are hurt, adventure abounds.  Spurred on by Poppy's talk of being haunted by the ghost of the the china doll, the Queen in their playtime games, the three friends set off on an epic adventure that has me wondering how many tweens will soon be making similar treks on their own.  *Tweens, don't try this at home*

""No," Poppy said, her low low voice very fierce.  "There's people who do things ad people who never do - who say they will someday, but they just don't .  I want to go on a quest.  I've always wanted to go on a quest.  And now that I have one, I'm not backing down from it.  I'm not going home till it's complete.""

This book is so much more than just a ghost story, so much more than the tale of friends on an adventure of a lifetime.  This book should be read in every home with tween, young teens in it.  There are so many great moment's in this book to share with your children, so many opportunities to discuss life, adventure, and the future. I will admit I can not wait to be able to read this again with my 8 year old when the time comes.   Please if you haven't already grab up a copy of this book, let's encourage Ms. Black to write more for this age range.  She did it so wonderfully here, I just want more!

Friday, February 21, 2014

Oh my goodness!

  I don't even know how I missed this up coming book by Jeanine Frost.  I love her Night Huntress and Night Prince Series.  Clearly I have have had my head in a hole!   

After thoroughly chastising myself I ran right over here to tell you about it!  Jeanine Frost has a BRAND NEW Series coming out!  What?!  I know, who isn't excited about this news and it is a New Adult series.

Are you ready for some gorgeousness?

 Look it it...don't you just want to reach out and pet it.  I can't wait to have this in my hands! 

In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate. 

Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. The one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who’s bound by an ancient legacy to betray her.
Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn’t mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn’t: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side, Adrian on the other, and nothing but ashes in between…

I want it, you want it, your neighbor is going to want it so here is where you can go pre-order it!  The Beautiful Ashes releases 26 August, 2014!  And don't forget to add it to your GoodReads TBR!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

I'm still here

Hey Everybody!

Sorry to have been MIA the last few days.  My family and I took a small little vacation to Raleigh, North Carolina to visit some of our dearest friends.  I am back and have so much lined up for the near future. 

I noticed I missed a ton of great stuff while I was gone though!  Did anyone else see the great teasers from JR Wards upcoming release The King?  You missed it?  I did to, thankfully I have a wonderful friend who sent me a message knowing that I would not want to miss these!  Thank you Nicole!  So just in-case you missed them too, here is my favorite and makes me want this book in my hands NOW!

With a quick shift, Wrath pulled Beth against him, holding her to his naked body.  She was a tall female, but even so she barely came up to his pecs, and as he closed his eyes, he curled himself around her."

"I want you to know something he,"  he said into her hair.  

As she went still, he tried to pull something worth hearing out of his ass.  Some string of words that were even in the same zip code as what was doing in his chest. 

"What," She whispered.

"You are everything to me."

-The King, PG 24

Seriously?  SERIOUSLY, J.R. Ward?  You make my heart do flips worthy of the summer Olympics!  I love how much the Brother's adore their much swoon worthiness and one of my favorite things about the Black Dagger Brotherhood series.  Here is where you can pre-order it and of course go add it to your TBR list on Goodreads.  If you live Paranormal Romance this is a must read series.!
So what else is going on?  I currently reading a Fantastic Middle Grade book called Doll Bones by Holly Black.  I have a review of Amelia Hutchins's newly released book Escaping Destiny from The Fae Chronicles coming up soon and tomorrow....TOMORROW I am going back to Politics and Prose to meet the fabulous!  Yes, I am in full fan girl mode!  I will be of NO use to anyone tomorrow!  

And finally I stopped into a lovely little book shop in Raleigh, NC on  Monday called Quail Ridge Books and Music.  Inside this book store you forget that you are in a shopping center in the middle of a sprawling city.  Walking in you are taken in by the smell of books, books that have been coming and going from this store for years.  The smell wraps itself around you and makes you want to sigh with contentment while you slip into one of their cushy reading chairs placed around a comforting fire place.  The staff are all so kind and eager to help in any way they can.  This book store is a little gem and I recommend if you are ever in the area stopping by to see them.  I can't get enough of locally owned book stores!  Here are a few pics from the shop:

Any I can't finish this up with out this absolutely ROCKING photo from the bathroom.  Seriously if I can't get you to this shop for the books at least go check out the awesomeness that is their bathroom and hey while you are there, you could....Oh I don't know, buy a book!  *wink*