Dec 31, 2017

Looking back on my 2017 and all the books I read!

I thought I would end this years Blog with all the books I read in 2017. I haven't completed reviews for all of these, but some are up and some will be up later in 2018.
These aren't in really any particular order either.
I read 68 books this year and some of them were re-reads for me!!
Goodreads Bookshelf List 
Have you read any of these and how many books did you read in 2017?
Do you plan on doing the Goodreads Reading Challenge in 2018? If so, what is your goal number of books to read?
I hope 2017 treated you well and you were able to go on many journeys that so many books take one on!
I want to do so much more here on this blog in 2018 and I want to thank all of you who have stuck the dry spells and reading slumps out with me!
I hope 2018 brings you all much joy and happiness with everything you do!!

Dec 28, 2017

Pre Order Blitz | Starstruck (Lovestruck, #1) by Sariah Wilson

Title: #Starstruck (#Lovestruck, #1) 
Author: Sariah Wilson 
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 16, 2018 
Cover Designer: Micheal Rehder 

With one uncharacteristically sassy tweet to her longtime celebrity crush, Zoe Miller’s life turns upside down. Ultrahot A-lister Chase Covington doesn’t just respond to Zoe’s tweet, he does the unthinkable: he messages Zoe directly. Now she must decide between walking away or meeting her crush in person.
Chase knows better than to trust anyone from the Internet, but Zoe’s saucy challenge has totally caught his interest—and her girl-next-door personality is keeping it. He’s been burned enough to know he needs to keep his heart close. But his feelings for Zoe might be a lot more than just an online flirtation. He just has to convince her…
When the press gets wind of Zoe and Chase’s secret relationship, their romance turns into tabloid headlines. Will they be able to hold on to their Hollywood love story?

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Bestselling author Sariah Wilson has never jumped out of an airplane, never climbed Mt. Everest, and is not a former CIA operative. She has, however, been madly, passionately in love with her soulmate and is a fervent believer in happily ever afters--which is why she writes romance. She has published many happily ever after stories. She grew up in southern California, graduated from Brigham Young University (go Cougars!) with a semi-useless degree in history, and is the oldest of nine (yes, nine) children. She currently lives with the aforementioned soulmate and their four children in Utah, along with three tiger barb fish, a cat named Tiger, and a recently departed hamster that is buried in the backyard (and has nothing at all to do with tigers).

Dec 27, 2017

Blitz | King of The Court by Melanie Munton

Title: King Of The Court 
Author: Melanie Munton 
Genre: New Adult/ Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: December 27, 2017 
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Cam has been the king of college basketball for the past three years. Every season he dominates the basketball scene, and the entire country loves him. Well, everyone except for the only girl whose attention he actually wants.
As the new trainer for the men’s basketball team at North Calhoun University, Reese literally can’t stay away from the cocky star forward. She tends to avoid Cam’s type. The big-man-on-campus, alpha male type. But she’s finding it very difficult to ignore him and his relentless flirting.
Reese is the coach’s daughter. Cam’s coach has made it very clear that all members of his team are to keep their hands off Reese, no exceptions. With his final season at NCU under way, the last thing Cam needs is for his team’s dynamic to be screwed up, all because he couldn’t keep from screwing the coach’s daughter. He has to stay far away from her if he wants to take his team all the way.
Trey Warren. Point guard for NCU’s rival school. A.k.a., Cam’s long-time arch rival and coincidentally, Reese’s greatest nemesis. Trey is the one person who can send Cam’s basketball empire crumbling to the ground. Not to mention make matters between Cam and Reese even more complicated.
As the highly publicized rivalry between Cam and Trey intensifies, the attraction between Cam and Reese heats up to scorching levels. No matter what, they know they have to resist each other. The more they deny their feelings, though, the stronger the pull between them becomes.
But can they withstand secrets, betrayals, rivalries, and the ever-present press? Even if they break all the rules, will they be strong enough to fight through the forces conspiring against them?

 As I walked back through the locker room and shut myself into a stall, a wave of self-assuredness swept over me. It wasn’t fake confidence this time, either. I could do this. I’d earned this spot, dammit. I’d spent my entire life working my ass off studying and reading. I had pushed a lot of things to the back burner—like having a social life—in order to focus on school.
And an uncomfortable situation with my father was not going to screw that up.
I stepped out of the stall and washed my hands, lost in my thoughts. I knew I had the goofiest smile imaginable pasted on my face. That was, until I walked back into the locker room and saw it.
An ass.
A naked ass.
On a guy. It was a guy’s naked ass, right in my face.
I briefly glimpsed a tall, tanned body with rippling muscles all down his back before my eyes fell right back to that perfectly sculpted butt. A light smattering of dark blond hair was sprinkled across his hamstrings, which pulled, tightening with every move he made.
God, what a sight.
I unwittingly emitted some sort of throaty sound that was a mix between a sigh and a groan. Which was really unfortunate because, of course, he heard it and whipped around to face me, immediately covering his goods with a white T-shirt. His blue eyes were wide and beautiful but…angry.
Shit, he was pissed.
“Can I help you?” he snapped.
I knew who this was. I’d seen his chiseled face a million times, though never in person. I’d watched him dominate the court over the years, I’d heard his deep baritone voice on TV. Hell, the entire country knew who he was.
This was Cam freaking Donovan.
And I’d just seen his ass.
Where was that ending of the world when you needed it?
 What the fuck?
Who the hell was this chick? And why the shit was she in our locker room? Then realization dawned.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
She must have followed me in here or something. A stalker maybe? Trying to get a glimpse of Cam Donovan in his skivvies? Maybe she had some type of weird obsession. I didn’t have the patience to deal with this bullshit today. I was late getting to practice because of a stupid interview for a TV spot that the university insisted I do. So, I had already been in a piss-poor mood before I walked in here.
This just pushed my rage over the edge.
“Look, I don’t know what your deal is,” I bit out, “but you’re not allowed to be in here. You need to leave now.”
She’d been standing there stock-still, mouth ajar, like a deer in headlights. But at my curt command, she finally snapped out of her trance and shook her head.
Then she blushed. Hard.
“No, sorry—I’m actually…um.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, addressing me with more certainty. “I’m the team’s new student trainer. My name’s Reese.”
My mind screeched to a halt. Now that was interesting.
“Trainer, huh?” I asked, becoming more intrigued by the second.
She nodded. “Yeah. I just needed to use the restroom, and I didn’t think anyone was in here. I’m sorry.”
I noticed she went back and forth between making eye contact and looking over my head, obviously trying to avoid lowering her gaze to, well…the rest of me. I’d almost forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything and was currently covering my junk with a T-shirt. Not that it bothered me, but she was clearly uncomfortable.
That’s when I really took her in from head to toe. She didn’t look much like a trainer. Probably because I was so used to old Gus and the rest of my doctors, who were all over the age of fifty. She looked to be about my age, though. And the fact that she was wearing tight ripped jeans and a faded “Middle Earth’s Annual Mordor Fun Run” T-shirt added to my curiosity.
But one thing was certain after barely glancing at her.
Our new trainer was hot.

Traveler. Reader. Wino. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.
Author of the Slow Seductions, Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspenses. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love. And she loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
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Dec 26, 2017

Cover Reveal | Night Shift (Night Shade, 2) by Carey Decevito

Title: Night Shift (Night Shade 2) 
Author: Carey Decevito 
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/ Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: January 9, 2018 
Cover Designer: Clarise Tan of CT Cover Creations  

A serial killer…
A past that haunts no matter how much the distance…
Which one will strike first?
Eighteen deaths over eight years has left Shane Peters itching to find his mark. The death that started it all ensured his obsession with the murderer who had turned his life into a living hell, leaving him to raise a newborn daughter on his own.
Starting over wasn’t the easiest thing, but Emberlyn Roth had managed by shear grit and the skin of her teeth. It’s too bad one can’t outrun their past.
A protector of the wronged, Shane is torn between his duty as a detective for the Jacksonville PD and a quest to find himself some peace. Red tape binds his capabilities and moonlighting as an investigator for Nightshade Securities has him feeling stretched thin. Late nights on the streets and his sense of duty keeps him from being the father he wants to be. Throw onto his already rickety house of cards, an attraction to the mysterious Emberlyn, the lead he’s got on the murderer he’s been hunting for nearly a decade, and threats his woman is receiving by an unsavory character from her past, and he’s seriously tempted to take Dalton Kipper’s offer to join his team in a permanent basis.
Rules have a place, but when you’re faced with losing the one that means most to you, lines can become blurred. With the fate of his family’s future hanging in the balance, he’s ready to risk it all.


“What are you doing here?” The tension around me palpable, she hurried aside to let me enter before closing the door behind us.
My blood boiled.
My skin crawled that she’d let him do that to her.
I had to get rid of it.
The taint.
Purify her.
“What have you done? You’re mine, Evie. I told you, when I came back, you’d be mine and now look at yourself.” Disgust was as clear in my voice as it was in my expression.
“Wh-whatever it is…we can talk this out,” she stuttered, her feet inching her backward as I followed her movements.
Reaching to the small of my back, my fingers wrapped around the grip as I pulled it from its sheath. The eight-inch blade caught the glint of the afternoon sun, mesmerizing me, causing me to admire the play of light against it before I focused on the woman before me.
Her eyes shone with terror. “You don’t…” She shook her head left to right, swallowing hard, stumbling against the side table next to the sofa. “You don’t have to do this.” She righted herself. “We can still be together. Now that…now that you’re back–”
I shot her an incredulous look. Did she think me a fool? “You’ve gone and done the unthinkable. You had his child!” I hollered, my knuckles gripping the knife tightly. “This is the only way…the only way to get rid of the stain.”
Her steps froze momentarily. “Stain?”
“It’s what I should have done a while ago,” I spat, cornering her as her steps were halted by the wall at her back. “What you took from me…what should have been mine,” I raged, “is what I’ll take from you.”
One moment my eyes darted toward the hallway where I knew the devil lay in slumber, and the next, Eva Peters was making a mad rush toward the door that separated me from saving us all.
“No!” she panted. “You’re crazy!”
If she only knew. “Move, Evie,” I growled, “it’s the only way.”
“She’s not here. Please!” Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with fear.
Using the tip of the blade, I ran it over her soaked cheek, the metal sharp enough to catch on her ivory skin, causing a streak of blood to suddenly materialize.
I felt lighter instantly.
Powerful. In control. A feeling I hadn’t had in quite some time.
Manning my knife, I proceeded to run the tip of it down to her bottom lip, nicking it just enough for another bubble of her essence to form.
“Mmm…” I groaned, leaning forward to press my front against hers, taking the time to lick her damaged lip, then whispered my new realization while rubbing my impossibly hard cock against her stomach. “I was wrong. This…” I ran my finger through the blood on her cheek, watching its movement, “is what I need, Evie.”
The sadness was overwhelming as I stared at the beauty laying limp and lifeless beneath me.
The rage I’d felt had all but dissipated with each slice of my blade through her flesh. Like a hot knife through butter, each time blood began to pour out, a weight lifted within me.
What once held pleading in her eyes, was now long gone.
She was nothing but a piece of art, trussed up by her silk scarves, a vessel conveying my message.
I’d be back…

Chapter 1

Eight Years Later
The moment I walked over the threshold, I knew a clusterfuck of epic proportion awaited me.
Blood was everywhere. Spatter by the front door, smears over the walls, and droplets leading to where I knew the victim would ultimately be laying in a pool of her life’s essence.
Forensics was going to have a field day with this one.
Just like with the other fifteen.
Donning the protective gear the lead officer had ordered me to change into before entering the scene, I made my way toward the back of the house.
Carefully avoiding one evidence marker after another, I entered the master bedroom. The grizzly sight of Victoria Spark’s mutilated body, lying face up on the bed, greeted me. The standard ligatures on her wrists and ankles proved that she’d been restrained and alive through most of her torture; the killer leaving her to die in excruciating pain from her wounds and ultimately, blood loss.
The scent of copper on the air thickened as I made my final approach, slipping my hands into a pair of plastic gloves. I was looking for something I knew was meant for me.
Setting my evidence kit down beside the bed, I bent toward the body in search of my next clue.
The sickening crack of the victim’s jaw set my stomach to roiling as I pulled her mouth open, locating the three pieces I had come to expect after so many years of chasing this perp. Letting go of the victim, I grasped my digital camera and photographed my findings. Setting the camera down, I whipped out the small evidence bag from my kit and opened it, manning my tweezers.
Fishing the objects out one by one, I dropped them in the bag, then photographed them again. Fragments of a photograph were what this sicko leaves. Camera in hand, I shot a few frames of the room, as well as the rest of the premises. The team would have their own photos, but I liked being thorough with my investigations, thus preferred gathering my own shots, comparing them with the others’.
Closing up my kit, I stood to take my leave.
Fucking sadistic bastard and his games.
It pissed me off that he was always one step ahead of me.
Thinking on those tiny pieces—the unknown subject, or unsub’s calling card—I was confused more than ever as to why he was leaving them at every scene. The letter I’d received at the precinct, a week after the first murder, had eluded that they were all part of some demented countdown…a puzzle of sorts. One thing was clear however, the perp was after me, and after sixteen murders, I still wasn’t any closer to finding this guy.
In my career as a detective, I’ve come across a lot of questionable characters. I’ve done my fair share of arresting the dregs of society and making enemies along the way. You can’t be a cop without that happening.
“I take it that Rosie is in for another disappointing birthday dinner?” Will asked, coming to a stop at my side as I exited the victim’s home.
For the last seven years, it had been the same fucking story. That in itself was enough to confirm that the unsub was gunning for me. That, and the fact that he’d started this spree of his claiming none other than my wife as his first victim.
My only problem was, my list of suspects had next to nothing. This perp was meticulously careful. Treating his kills like artwork: from the placement of limbs, to the blood spatter surrounding the victims…even those fucking pieces.
“I hate going back on my promise,” I growled. “She’s going to be pissed.”
“I know it’s your case, Shane, but I’m your partner,” Will said. “Take a few hours, go to her, then come back if you have to.”
I nodded.  “I have what I need right now. You sure you can handle everything without me?”
He patted me on the back as I straightened from the body and backed away. “I’ll call if something comes up.”
Thanking him, I handed him my evidence bag, then made to leave the scene, my camera and evidence kit in tow.
Caught up in my own memories, I drove home on autopilot, scenes from eight years ago playing in my head.
The same black hair. The same look of terror in her open eyes.
Eva had been bound too.
And cut up.
Blood. God! There’d been so much blood everywhere.
I’d been the one to find her. I hated to think what would have been had my Rosie been there that day.
“Daddy!” was squealed, knocking me out of my grizzly thoughts.
Opening the car door and letting myself out, I caught her as she launched herself into my arms.
My princess.
The light of my life.

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.
More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!
A member of the RWA, Carey enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada's National Capital region. When life gets crazy, this contemporary erotic romance author seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.
She is the author of both The Broken Men Chronicles and Nightshade series.