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TBB EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from I DO, BABE by TILLIE COLE :: PLUS A SIGNED FULL SERIES PAPERBACK GIVEAWAY!!


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To celebrate the release of Damnable Grace, and the fabulous surprise news of a Hades Hangmen Novella next week, we are beyond excited to bring you this excerpt from the upcoming I Do, Babe : A Novella by Tillie Cole releasing on 23rd April.
We’re not gonna lie, this excerpt made us tear up and we know the book is going to leave us in a blubbering mess! After all, Styx was our first Hades love and we’ve shared every minute of his journey!

If you’re looking for a read that will consume your every thought, invade your heart and have you thinking about it time and again,you need to pick up the Hades Hangmen series. You won’t be disappointed and you will be addicted! See our reading list below!


I DO , BABE (Hades Hangmen Book #5.5)
To be read after Damnable Grace
SYNOPSIS
WHEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT COMBINE, DESTINED SOULS WILL IGNITE . . .

Connected since childhood.
Two souls: one dark and one pure.
Bracing to take the greatest step of all.

River ‘Styx’ Nash loves his woman. Ever since he met Mae at the fence of the cult that had kept her captive as a child, he has never loved anyone else. He loves her black hair, her pale skin and of course, her ice-blue ‘wolf eyes’.

Since Mae came crashing back into his life, his only wish has been to marry her; finally to make her his wife. But now the wedding is booked, and only weeks from forever having Mae by his side, a lifelong problem is plaguing him.
He wants to marry her; he has never wanted anything more . . .
. . . if only he could speak the words and declare it to the world.

Salome ‘Mae’ Nash’s life had been filled with heartache and pain . . . until, at age eight, she met a strange dark-haired boy from the outside world. Years later, and reunited with her great love, Mae is ready to solder her heart to his. Finally, Mae is getting ready to marry her man. But her fiancé has become withdrawn. Something is deeply troubling him.
But Mae has no idea what.
Or what to do to help.

Can Styx open up and conquer his deepest pain? Or will the infamous Hangmen Mute allow his fears to overcome his love for Mae and watch their much-anticipated wedding crumble to dust?

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 and over.

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I DO, BABE : A NOVELLA by TILLIE COLE


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I threw my cut down on the kitchen table and rolled my neck. My shoulders were stiff from all the fucking weights I’d been hitting in the gym, and I was dog tired from the runs we’d had to do of late.

Gun contracts were back, courtesy of the cult being fucking gone. Every fucker that had left us had come crawling back with their tails between their legs, practically offering to suck our cocks. So I had done what any good prez would do. I’d charged the traitorous cunts double and spat in their ugly faces.

Money was rolling in.

Club shit was calming down.

Prospects were doing good.

Life was back to normal.

And I still couldn’t fucking speak.

I kicked off my boots, tossed my tank over my head, and dropped it to the floor. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and made my way through the kitchen to the living room. Lying on the couch, fast asleep, was Mae. I slung back my beer and stepped toward her. Her jet-black hair was splayed out over one of the ridiculous pillows she’d put all around the cabin to make it more “homey” or some shit.

She wore a long sleeveless black dress with my cut, my fucking name, on her back. Her mouth was slightly open, her pouting pink lips just waiting for my mouth to take them.

But I didn’t. I let her sleep, my fucking black heart cracking some when I saw her hand cupping her pregnant stomach. Cradling our fucking kid. Unable to stay the fuck away from this bitch for a damn second, I sat down on the edge of the couch and stroked the hair back from her face.

She shifted, a damn small smile pulling on her mouth. This time I did kiss her. But she didn’t wake. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, all she did was sleep. Out like a light, practically unable to wake during a damn storm. Even I, the miserable bastard that I was, couldn’t help but smile when she didn’t even blink.

Fucking loved this bitch. Best thing that’d ever happened to me.

Sipping on my Bud, I caught sight of a notepad on the side table. I picked it up and, as I scanned her perfect cursive writing, my fucking heart dropped.

I did not know what life was until I found you. The boy who came into my life as a child. The boy with no voice who miraculously found words in my presence. The boy who kissed me on my lips, blessing me with the foreign, unreachable concept of hope.

The boy I was always destined to love.

The boy who held the sweetest music in his heart, who saved me, and showed me what it was to be home . . .

I set down the notepad and ran my hand down my face.

They were her vows. Her motherfucking wedding vows.

Needing a smoke more than I needed my next breath, I walked through the kitchen and out the door. I slumped into a chair on the porch and lit up a smoke. I took a long drag and opened my mouth. Breathing deeply, I let the nicotine calm my boiling blood.

“I . . . I . . . R-R-Riv . . . Riv . . . argh!” I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to calm the fuck down. I’d tried this every day for damn weeks. And every time I thought about standing up in front of my brothers and my old lady and actually speaking, my retarded throat closed, and the stutter that had never fucked off outta my life came back to cut me off.

I took drag after drag of my smoke and waited for my throat to relax. It didn’t. Instead Mae’s notepad came to mind, and her words taunted me like a sick joke.

The boy with no voice who miraculously found words in my presence. The boy who kissed me on my lips, blessing me with the foreign concept of hope . . .

There was no miracle this time. Mae was finally becoming mine. Standing up in front of Hades, my club, and maybe even God, I wouldn’t be able to tell her what I wanted. That I fucking loved her, and the bitch had changed my worthless fucking life. That I was the luckiest motherfucker to ever walk the Earth. Because I had her. Because I fucking had her.

She’d look at me, in her white dress, with those ice-blue eyes smiling, and I’d be a fucking mute. And Mae being Mae, she’d already told me she wanted me to sign our vows. That it was okay. That she understood I couldn’t speak in front of all those people.

Shit, I could almost hear my old man laughing at me from the fires of Tartarus. “Fucking retard,” he’d be hissing, laughing at his pathetic mute son, who could kill a man with one lethal punch but couldn’t man the fuck up and utter a few fucking words out loud.

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THE HADES HANGMEN SERIES
Contemporary Dark romance – Must be read in order

It Ain’t Me Babe Book One
                    

Heart Recaptured Book Two
                    

Souls Unfractured Book Three
                    

Deep Redemption Book Four
                    

Damnable Grace Book Five
                    

I Do, Babe Book #5.5 Novella
          


About the Author

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

Author Links
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TBB RECOMMENDED TILLIE COLE READS


STANDALONE RECOMMENDATIONS
A THOUSAND BOY KISSES / VEIL OF VINES / ETERNALLY NORTH

SERIES RECOMMENDATIONS:

SWEET HOME/CARILLO BOYS SERIES

THE HADES HANGMEN SERIES

SCARRED SOULS SERIES

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MISTS OF THE SERENGETI by LEYLAH ATTAR :: REVIEW & EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

See why we declared this incredible story “one of the best books we’ve ever read.”


TBB Top ‘All Time Fave’ Read
5++ STAR SPOILER FREE REVIEW :: MISTS OF THE SERENGETI

Standalone epic, breathtakingly beautiful romance. 

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SYNOPSIS

Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newly born butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.

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Mists of the Serengeti

Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny

“Will I miss you? Like a dream that starves and curls up beneath my bones.”

Sometimes a book comes along that grabs your imagination by the very scruff and demands you to vividly experience, feel, see, scent and taste every single word conveyed by its Author. A story that burrows so deep into your heart that it finds a home. A story that makes you feel as if you are an integral part of events unfolding, whilst it takes you on an unforgettable journey, forever seared into your very being. A story that sings hymns of truth in an exquisite, powerful, harrowing and passionate manner.

‘It was the kind of magic that comes after a lifetime of searching, when you stumble upon something so perfect, you stop looking, and you say: Yes. This. I know this. I feel this. I’ve heard its footsteps echo down the hallways of my soul.’

A reader lives a thousand lives and the life we led in the Mists of the Serengeti was quite simply spectacular. A masterpiece. A rich and fragrant life filled with beauty, heartbreak, tragedy, hope, suspense and ultimately a love story of grand proportion. A love story that convinced and compelled us to the point where we saw nothing else but two souls merging through fate and ultimate consequence. Love in picturesque multicolour where darkness seeps in to scar and destroy. A love that rose out of rubble and dust. Despair and injustice walking hand in hand with hope, spirit and inspiration.

‘This is what it looks like when you wander somewhere between the sand and stardust, and meet a piece of yourself in someone else.’

Sometimes a book comes along where you feel a heart beating amidst the pages. A story where the very life, breath and soul of its Author lives – where words are penned by the heart – the hand a mere conveyor of the magic that resides within. A fluid transfer of an epic love story set amongst passionate, sumptuous and colourful beauty. We felt the magic deep in our bones, our tears flowing in time to the beat of the rhythm of this story’s magnificent heart.

‘My greatest loss had led to my greatest love. Hearts were broken, and hearts were healed. Lives were lost, and lives were saved.’

We know without a doubt that what we just experienced will never leave us. Its impact and poignancy so grand and its searing splendour so vibrant it left a lasting imprint which whispers and echoes; out of the most heart-breaking tragedy an inspirational love can rise and emerge stronger than that which tries to tear it down. Leylah Attar has left us speechless and awestruck; she has left a piece of herself in our hearts forever.

‘Sometimes you come across a rainbow story – one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.’


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

Laylah Attar

I woke up early the next morning. For a few long, languid moments, I lay in bed enjoying the warmth of the woman sleeping beside me. My eyes roved over her brow, the small hairs that blended into her hairline, the pink, soft cushion of her lips. I placed the tip of my little finger in the groove between her nose and upper lip. The philtrum. I had looked it up. It was mine. It fit me perfectly. Just like the rest of her. Every part of me was made to fit every part of her.

My desire stirred, hot and heavy, under the covers. I wanted her with a craving that knew no depth. She was beautiful and devastating. Just like love should be. I could spend forever in the corners of her mind and never get bored. I could kiss her lips every morning and still not learn all the flavors of her soul. I was gone for this girl—so far gone that it terrified me.

I pulled the comforter over her and slipped out of bed, smiling as she snuggled deeper. We had woken up and gone at it again. And then again. I had exhausted her. In the best possible way.

Take that, I said to the naughty paperback lying on the floor. Then I paused and flipped through it. Hmm. Maybe we can do this tonight. No. This. This is even hotter. Holy fuck.

When Rodel came downstairs, I was on the couch, feet propped up, eyeballs deep in a romance novel.

“Really?” She crawled on top of me and kissed me. “I don’t know which I find sexier. You reading this book or the morning stubble on your face.” Her fingers traced my jawline. “I’m still not used to seeing you without the beard.”

“Does it feel different when I do this?” I pulled her in and reclaimed her lips.

“Wait!” She rescued the book getting crushed between us. “Oh. My. God. Did you bend the corners of my book?” She sat back on her heels and flipped through it.

“Just the parts I think we should re-enact.”

“Jack.” She shook her head in woe. “You never, ever fold a corner over in a book.”

“You’re so hot when you go all book-nerd on me.” Her nightshirt was riding high on her thighs, her lips were pouty, and she was cradling the book as if it were a hurt child. “Do you know—” I flipped her over so she was on all fours, her nose lodged in the folds of the novel “—I have sex with you a lot. In my head. Just like this.” I squeezed her sweet, round ass and rubbed my throbbing shaft over her panties. “Read to me, Rodel. Read to me while I ride you.” I pushed the fabric of her panties aside and slipped my finger inside of her. She let out a muffled groan.

“Are you burying your face in that book? Rodel.” I tsked. “You never, ever manhandle a book like that. This sexy ass, yes.” I slapped her full, round cheek. “But the book…” I grabbed her hair and tugged so she was looking down at the pages before her. “Read it, Rodel. Unless you want me to stop?” I slid another finger inside her and nipped the back of her neck.

Her voice quivered as she started reading the passages aloud. She kept losing track. I kept reminding her. A little yank, a little spank, to keep her head in the game. Her body squirmed against mine, engulfing my senses, engorging my passion, until the air was thick with hot, heated need.

She opened her mouth to say something, but as I thrust into her, the book fell away and the only word that escaped her was: “Unghhh.” It was a throaty, unintelligible whisper that was mind-blowingly hotter than all the erotic words I’d made her read.


TBB Also recommends this wonderful Standalone by Leylah

THE PAPER SWAN can be purchased below

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SYNOPSIS

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit.
They lie.
For 21 days she held on.
But on Day 22, she would have given anything for the sweet slumber of death.
Because on Day 22, she realizes that her only way out means certain death for one of the two men she loves.

A haunting tale of passion, loss, and redemption, The Paper Swan is a darkly intense yet heartwarming love story, textured with grit, intrigue, and suspense.

Please note: This is NOT a love triangle.

A full-length, standalone novel, intended for mature audiences due to violence, sex and language. Subject matter may be disturbing for some readers. 

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THE PAWN (EndGame #1) by SKYE WARREN :: REVIEW plus EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & REVIEW :: THE PAWN by SKYE WARREN

‘I’m the pawn, and he’s my triumphant captor.’

THE END GAME SERIES 

The Pawn Book One

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The Knight Book Two

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The Game Book Three 

          


the-pawn

SYNOPSIS
The price of survival…
Gabriel Miller swept into my life like a storm. He tore down my father with cold retribution, leaving him penniless in a hospital bed. I quit my private all-girl’s college to take care of the only family I have left.
There’s one way to save our house, one thing I have left of value.
My virginity.
A forbidden auction…
Gabriel appears at every turn. He seems to take pleasure in watching me fall. Other times he’s the only kindness in a brutal underworld.
Except he’s playing a deeper game than I know. Every move brings us together, every secret rips us apart. And when the final piece is played, only one of us can be left standing.
THE PAWN is a full-length contemporary novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
THE PAWN BY SKYE WARREN

“You said you’re a virgin, but exactly how inexperienced are we talking?”

The most embarrassing part is that I don’t know how to answer that question. Girls in my school whispered about what they did with their boyfriends. Lord knows Harper has told me some dirty things, but they almost felt like a made-up story to me. People don’t really do those things to each other, do they?

I would find out soon enough. I’d experience them firsthand.

“I’ve done things,” I say even though it feels like a lie.

“What kind of things?” he says, and I wonder whether it’s prurient interest or concern that compels him to ask. “Making out on the couch when Daddy isn’t home? Letting a boy feel under your shirt?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

I manage to nod. That was as far as I let Justin go. He pushed me for more in the darkened back hallways at parties, in the empty storage rooms outside hotel ballrooms.

And I always told him no.

“What are you afraid of?” he murmurs.

The way he asks, I know he doesn’t mean the auction. He’s asking why I never let a boy go further with me. He’s asking why I’m still a virgin.

Our position makes it feel more intimate, as if there isn’t a stranger only a few feet behind us, as if I’m not being forced to do this. The wavy lighting adds to the effect, as if this is only in a dream. I can tell the truth because this isn’t even real.

“Daddy caught me once,” I say as if in a trance. “I was sleeping in on the weekend, or he thought I was. But I was actually touching myself.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me it was wrong. He said that it wasn’t ladylike, that that kind of behavior would disgrace our family name.” The intense shame I felt then hits me like a blow to the stomach, almost doubling me over. It’s only Gabriel’s steady presence behind me that holds me up. He hardly touches me, only the lightest brush of his hands on my arms, but they might as well be made of iron.

“And then he was the one who disgraced your family name.”

“He put chili juice on my fingers every night for a month.”

The irony is enough to make me throw up. For years I resisted what the other girls were doing, refused what the boys wanted from me. The only boy willing to wait until marriage was Justin, and it turned out that was only because he viewed our relationship as a political stepping stone.

“Stay here, little virgin.”

He moves away from me, and I feel his loss like a wintry wind. I’m alone, bereft.

The camera clicks behind me, invading my privacy, reminding me of just how public this will be. I can’t even touch my body without feeling guilt, but some stranger will soon have the right.

“Look at me.” Gabriel’s voice comes to me from near the camera.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder. Most of my face is still hidden by my hair, but he can see more of me. Is my turmoil visible in my posture? Can they read the pain in my eyes? Everything that I believed was a lie, but the truth hurts enough that I want it back.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

My heart stops, because if he wants me to do this for the camera, I’ll falter. I’ll fail.

“Tonight. When you’re in bed, alone. In the dark. Lock the door if you need to. No one will walk in on you. Touch yourself and make yourself feel good. You remember how to do that, don’t you?”

The memory comes like a tangible caress, a stroke on my private place. My lips part on a soft sigh. Heat suffuses my cheeks. I squeeze my legs together, seeking more.

The click of the camera captures my illicit pleasure.

“That’s it,” the photographer says.

Gabriel studies whatever is on the view screen, his expression enigmatic. “Yes. That’s the one.”


the-pawn

 Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny

“You’re innocent. And I’m going to ruin you.”

We love that excitement we experience when a much loved Author has a new series coming out. So when The Pawn landed on our kindles -which is book one in a series- we jumped right in. When you meet the anti-hero – Gabriel Miller– you’ll know what we mean when we say; consider knickers melting off at first ‘sight’ because woah!!! Once again Skye Warren showed us why we love her writing as much as we do, it has real depth and such fabulous characterisation.

“There’s only one thing I’m going to call you. Mine.” The possession in his voice made me shiver. “Never.”

We love our dark romance reads- falling in love with the anti-hero and the strong but wronged, beautiful heroine who loses a part of her heart unwillingly. There’s something about these stories, you just know that despite hating the fact that you fall in love with a wicked man, there’s something vulnerable and passionate hiding within him, it just takes a hell of a lot of work to find it but you know it’s there. The passion calls to you and you can’t help yourself. So yeah, we were there every step of the way with Avery as she sold a beautiful part of herself, encountering an enigmatic man who stands for everything she rejects, and whose role in her father’s demise may have been pivotal.

‘Everything he says is designed to scare me. Everything he does is designed to knock me down.’
“Be careful. I’m more dangerous than you know.”

The Pawn was sexy, enticing, dark, mysterious and passionate and we were hooked from page one. We felt the connection and whilst Avery was an ‘open book’ if you will – Gabriel stayed a bit of a hard nut to crack. What we saw, felt and experienced though made us fall in love with this man. The glimpses we got of what was hiding beneath convinced us of that. It felt as if a captor may somehow become a saviour?

‘I’m the pawn, and he’s my triumphant captor.’

Poor innocent Avery, everything changes from one day to the next. Her life, what she believes to be real turns out to be not so. She’s had such tragedy and emotional upheaval in her life, ruled and nurtured by a beloved hand of lies. The sacrifice she’s willing to make is huge, almost unbelievable, yet we understood her intentions and desperation.

‘I have to believe I’m doing this for a reason. Have to believe that it will be enough. There’s no one left to save us except me.’

Gabriel Miller; he saw, he wanted, so he took.  Yes please! This man has that whole over protective, dark and dangerous, insanely sexy vibe going on which we love so much. But….we don’t believe we’ve seen his complete true nature yet.

‘He is eccentric, but he’s also methodical, intelligent. Strategic. Everything he does had a purpose.’

Pasts are revealed, people exposed and hearts unveiled yet mystery and secrets remain. We have a feeling there’ll be more twists to come on the road of recovery, redemption, love and revenge. We were gutted when we turned that last page as we could’ve kept reading, desperate for more. We inhaled it! At least we don’t have too long to wait before we find out just where their story goes in The Knight. LOVED it and highly recommend for lovers of dark romance and their anti-heroes.

“You hurt me, you know….Whenever I think about you, I hurt.”
He puts a hand to his chest. “Here.”

4.5 ‘we need more’ stars!


TBB SKYE WARREN RECOMMENDED READS

THE STRIPPED SERIES
Gritty and addictive Mafia romance
purchase“I’m someone else now, someone darker. Someone you don’t want to know.”

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Love the Way You Lie
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wanderlustWANDERLUST
Standalone gritty dark erotice romance.

“Up close, I realized he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever met….I never would have expected him to look twice at me…”

SYNOPSIS
Can love come from pain?
Evie always dreamed of seeing the world, but her first night at a motel turns into a nightmare. Hunter is a rugged trucker willing to do anything to keep her—including kidnapping. As they cross the country in his rig, Evie plots her escape, but she may find what she’s been looking for right beside her.
Author note: Wanderlust is a dark erotic novel which explores dubious consent, captivity, and power play.
Please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with the subject matter or under 18 years of age

 

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PRISONER by ANNIKA MARTIN & SKYE WARREN
A gripping anti hero story we couldn’t put down!

‘He takes my air and breathes it back into me. He takes control of me, and I can finally give in.’

SYNOPSIS
He seethes with raw power the first time I see him—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach, and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it’s getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night I can’t stop thinking about him in his cell.

But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think.

And you might crave him more than your next breath.

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Meet the Author

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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.

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A LOVE SO TRAGIC by STEVIE J COLE : REVIEW & EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

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Emotional, angsty, passionate and raw love story.

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SYNOPSIS

Promises. 
We all make them. Sometimes we break them. But what happens when the promise you break haunts your dreams, when that moment of betrayal echoes within every last beat of your heart? 

Love. 
Love is passionate, painful, and all consuming in the most brutal yet beautiful way. How many people have you said ‘I love you’ to? Five, ten, maybe no one? I’ve said that word to two men, but only one where I felt it. 

Tragic. 
This word sums up my relationship with Nicolas: devastating, painful, depressing. 
A first love that should have lasted a lifetime, but I ruined with a stupid decision. Nicolas is my star crossed lover, and even though Shakespeare has taught me that stories such as ours always end in tragedy, I can’t not love him, even if I’m married to someone else.

A love so tragic

Reviewed by Jenny and Gitte

4.5 emotional stars!

‘Love is tragic. Love is painful and brutal, but above all, within true love, there is a beauty matched by nothing else. ‘

Well, what a different side to Stevie J Cole we witnessed in A Love So Tragic. This lady is proving to be such a creatively versatile author and an automatic 1click for us! We’ve tasted the gritty, we’ve winced at the ugly and now we’ve fallen in love with the romantic, if not extremely angsty, side of this incredibly talented author.

“I want her. I want the life we should’ve had. I want everything that was taken from me, and that’s a bad thing.’

Heartbreaking, beautiful, tragic, frustrating, painful….LOVE Stevie J Cole….you made us crazy with this book, you made us fall in love with a romantic, beautiful and sensitive man, you brought an honesty to this story and you made us cry!

“Love is an unusual creature. It’s painfully beautiful but brings out some of the darkest, ugliest parts of your heart.”

When love hits you so deeply, when every breath you take is a reminder of a love who shouldn’t have got away, it’s hard to forget them when they’re etched deep into your soul. How do you deal when you’ve married the man who wasn’t your soulmate? It’s very easy to say ‘listen to your heart’ but with that comes the pain of betraying those in your life.

‘Letting go of your past is hard, and sometimes you just have to accept you’ll never be able to completely let some things go.’

The story had such an enormous effect on us both because it felt real, personal and from the heart. It was as though the emotions were seeping directly from the soul of this author onto the pages, aiming directly to our hearts. This is a potent, passionate, conflicting and consuming love story.

‘We will never be anything more than strangers who used to be in love with each other, and as tragic as that fuck was, it’s life.’

In the middle of this tragedy is Peyton and boy did we want to shake some sense into this young lady. The decisions she made and the justifications for her actions were immature and though she acknowledged to her faults and did regret them, she never really did redeem herself completely in our eyes.  Peyton was the instigator and the cause and the word ‘frustrating’ doesn’t even cover her actions!

Nic was the glue that held A Love So Tragic together. His all-encompassing love for Peyton made him the hero in this story and we fell in love with this man heart and soul. Oh, what a romantic. His letters…his poems….swooooon!  We felt everything Nic experienced. When he hurt, we hurt. When he was angry, so were we. This guy loved with all his heart and he held ours in the palm of his very capable hands.

“You were always mine, Peyton, and then one day you weren’t. You have no idea how hard that was for me.”

Well played Stevie J Cole! You manipulated our feelings with your vague descriptiveness about one particular character. Had we been given more than what you provided, our dislike for Peyton would have risen to stratospheric proportions! Very clever writing indeed!

This is a story of deep, soul reaching love that painfully yet beautifully communicated the inner turmoil experienced by these characters. Stevie J Cole you moved us implicitly! And that ending….tissues required!

“You broke my heart…..”

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A LOVE SO TRAGIC by STEVIE J COLE
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EXCERPT FROM A LOVE SO TRAGIC
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STEVIE J COLE

Three songs in, two shots later, sweat is dripping down the center of my back. My head swims in a blissful drunkenness. Nic’s hands brush down my sides before he grabs onto my ass, and thrusts my hips against his, grinding me against his erection.

He places his lips by my ear. “Fuck, I miss this,” he says with a growl as he yanks me harder against his body. His teeth graze over my earlobe. “Let me take you home,” he says, kissing down my neck and over my throat.

I’m shaking my head no, but grabbing onto him and tilting my head back to grant him better access to my neck.

“No one will ever know.” His hands glide up my back to my shoulders. Fisting my hair, he tugs me to his face. “Whatever’s going on with you and Isaac—you want out…I’ll save you, and if you don’t, well, I’ll help you get away with it.”

And I swear, for a split-second, I stop breathing.

His eyes seer into mine before falling to my mouth. Cupping the back of my head in his hands, he rolls his bottom lip over mine. My breath falls ragged as I fight the urge to slam my mouth over his. I want to, but the way his lip is barely brushing against mine is too beautiful. It’s dragging out the inevitable, just like we have been doing.

“I shouldn’t…” he whispers against my mouth.

I remember the way this feels, how his kisses always left me undone, and I can’t stop the slight moan that trickles from my lips to his. With that, his mouth claims mine in a vicious kiss and without pause, it’s like we’ve never spent a day apart. Our lips are in sync, our tongues brushing against each other in rhythm. I don’t fight him, I sink into him, parting my lips and letting his tongue sweep against mine. He pulls me in closer, deepening the kiss.

The loud music blares around us, the people moving in beat beside us have no idea what awful thing we’re doing, what horrible, festering wound we’ve just ripped back open. His hands, his body, his mouth, the taste of him—the man who should, at this point, be a stranger to me—consumes me. His hands are in my hair, his body pressed against mine. And with this one kiss he’s proved that he still owns me. Nic tears away from me, taking my hand and pulling me from the dance floor. And I stumble after him without even realizing it.

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ALST 22 coming

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“Also check out these books we’ve loved by Stevie”

JAG – PANDEMIC SORROW BOOK ONE
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Rock star romance with an undercurrent of drug addiction. Gritty, raw and real. A must read!

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‘Drugs or her, bliss or pain; which one would I rather have?’

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WRONG – WRONG BOOK ONE
Two Book Series

A dark romance.

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You can release a bird from its cage, but if you’ve clipped its wings then its freedom is merely false kindness.’

Wrong

WRATH – WRONG BOOK TWO

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ABSOLUTION 
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Dark, gitty, violent love story with dark humour – addictive reading!

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“I’m the only God you need, little killer. I’m the one who will protect you, and I’m the one who will rain down hell on anyone who hurts you.”

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 About the Author

stevie

Stevie J. Cole likes to write realistic stories with raw, gritty characters you should hate but can’t help but to love. 

She’s obsessed with rock music, loves sloths, and has an unnatural obsession with British accents.

Her books are not recommended for the faint of heart.

Connect with Stevie
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ALST 15 coming

 

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THE SHADOW by SYLVAIN REYNARD :: EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT, INTERVIEW & REVIEW

A paranormal suspense romance Trilogy.
The Shadow is the highly anticipated follow-up to The Raven, a sensual novel set in Florence featuring the dangerously intoxicating coupling of Raven and William…

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SYNOPSIS


Raven Wood’s vampyre prince has returned, pledging his love and promising justice for every wrong done to her. In the wake of their reunion, Raven is faced with a terrible decision—allow the Prince to wreak vengeance against the demons of her past, or persuade him to stay his hand. But there is far more at stake than Raven’s heart… 

A shadow has fallen over the city of Florence. Ispettor Batelli will not rest until he uncovers Raven’s connection to the theft of the priceless art from the Uffizi Gallery. And while the Prince hunts a traitor who sabotages him at every turn, he finds himself the target of the vampyres’ mortal enemy. 

As he wages a war on two fronts, he will need to keep his love for Raven secret, or risk exposing his greatest weakness…

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The Shadow

Reviewed by Gitte

5 Stars

 “Here is a feast for my senses as well as my heart.”

Well, what can I say that I haven’t said before? Honestly. Hands down my favourite book in this series which once more truly showcased the brilliance of Sylvain Reynard’s writing. This Author has always had a moving and striking way with words and once more I was amazed at the perfection and beauty. It’s not just words; it’s poetry – it’s listening to a song whilst the heart beats in tandem to the tune – furiously thumping its way into a rising crescendo.

“I’d forgotten.”

“You’d forgotten what?”

“What it’s like to be loved.”

The Shadow had everything any reader of romance and paranormal seek to find in a story. It had excellent pace with moments of sheer passion, intrigue, mystery, action and utterly stunning romance.

‘A bird in a cage is never as beautiful as a bird that is free.’

Reading this in one sitting I didn’t come up for air as I followed the continuing journey of the beautiful sweet soul; Raven and the distinguished passionate and somewhat arrogant Prince of Florence; William.

“You’re mine now. No one touches you. No one hurts you. And everyone who has will pay.”

The Shadow will captivate every sense of your being with vivid imagery, an enthralling story and characters who steal your heart. Of harrowing pasts and memories – loyalties, treason and war. This sensual, mesmerising, thrilling and refined series reminds me of why I fell in love with the paranormal romance genre many years ago. It felt like coming home.

“You’re a dream. A dream of love I never thought I’d have.”

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THE FLORENTINE SERIES by SYLVAIN REYNARD

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The Prince – Novella #0.5

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

The Shadow Excerpt

On Sunday evening, after spending the day together, William and Raven stood outside his villa next to his prized Triumph motorcycle.

“I can’t.” Raven backed away. “The last time I rode with you, I was sick.”

His eyes locked on hers. “This will be different. I swear.”

“You like to drive fast.”

“Yes.”

“But I have trouble holding on. Sometimes it’s painful for my injured leg. I may have to ask you to stop so I can stretch.”

“Then we’ll stop.” He moved closer and caressed her face with the back of his fingers. “I won’t let harm come to you. I swear by the relic.”

Heat flared in Raven’s middle at the sound of his words. “You must respect the relic very much. It’s the only thing you swear by.”

He nodded, his gray eyes dark and very intense. “We don’t have time for the story tonight. I need to be sure you’re deposited in your bed early enough to rest before work tomorrow.”

“I’d rather listen to your story.”

He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Another time.”

She pressed her cheek to his chest and listened to the strange sound of his heart. “The restoration project is almost finished. I’ll be on vacation until the beginning of September. We could go somewhere.”

“I would like that.” He nestled his fingers in her hair. “I would like to take you to York, where I was born.”

He wound a lock of her hair around his finger, his gaze fixing on the black strand. “And I would like to take you with me tonight.”

Raven looked at the motorcycle, her grip on him tightening. He watched her, a shadow of hope crossing his handsome face.

She could not disappoint him. “Lead on, old one.”

He smiled widely and led her to his machine.

William appeared to have chosen the darkest, most winding road that led from the city. Fortunately for Raven, his Triumph roadster had twin headlights that cut through the night.

She held him tightly, sitting as far forward as possible, her front pressed to his back, her arms clasped around his waist. The position was uncomfortable for her leg, but she ignored the discomfort, focusing on the feeling of being so close to the person she loved.

He wore sunglasses, but no helmet, much to her consternation. He liked to feel the wind in his hair, he’d said, and was indifferent to the risk of an accident.

“I won’t let harm come to you,” he’d promised, insisting she wear a helmet. He’d procured a black leather jacket to protect her from the wind and took great pleasure in placing it on her.

Raven clutched him more closely, shifting forward on the passenger seat at the back, her face turned to the side as the large, powerful motorcycle wound around the curves at high speed.

“Are you all right?” He lifted his voice above the roar of the machine.

“It’s a little fast.” Her reply was muffled by the helmet.

She lied. It was far too fast and the strain of having to hold him so tightly aggravated her injuries, but she knew how much William enjoyed speed. She could feel his joy, his wild abandon, as he revved the engine in the straightaways and effortlessly guided the bike around the curves. Excitement thrummed through his body, his muscles taut with control.

Her thighs tightened on the outside of his as they went around a corner, her arms cutting into the unyielding steel of his abdominals. William decelerated and she heard him chuckle, the sound of his amusement disappearing on the wind.

He was happy. He was free. And because he loved her, he wouldn’t dare approach the speed he preferred.

“It’s a lovely night.” He gestured to the inky sky that peeked through the canopy of trees above them.

She hugged him in response. Her injured leg began to throb, so with regret she squeezed his right side, the signal that she needed a rest.

William slowed immediately, pulling off to the side of the road near a private drive. He removed his sunglasses, climbed off the bike, and helped her with her helmet, placing it on top of the seat before offering his hand.

When her stiff leg wouldn’t cooperate, he lifted her into his arms. In the dim starlight, she could still see the joy on his face.

His eyebrows drew together under her perusal. “What?”

“Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

Without warning, he pressed their mouths together. When they came apart, he whispered in her ear. “I’d forgotten.”

“You’d forgotten what?” Her questing fingers sifted through the hair at the back of his head.

“What it’s like to be loved.”

 

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60 SECONDS WITH  SYLVAIN

TB: Hello and happy Sunday, Sylvain – we are beyond the moon that you agreed to pop over for a little chat. It’s truly an honour as we are huge fans of your writing.

SR: Hello Gitte and Jenny. Thank you for the kind invitation to join you and your readers. It’s a pleasure to be with you.

 

TB: So tell us, when did you begin writing your first book?

SR: I began writing at an early age. I can’t remember when exactly, but I believe I was using crayons.

TB: We’d love to see those!

 

TB:  How did your love of Italy and her culture begin?

SR: I read Dante many years ago and his love for Beatrice always fascinated me. I’m also interested in Italian history. Much of my affection for Italy centers on the beautiful city of Florence and her citizens – past and present.

TB: We adore Italy, especially Tuscany – the beauty and of course the wine!

 

TB: What are the top three things you are yet to do in life which are on your bucket list?

SR: I’m an amateur rock climber and would like to climb a mountain.  I’ve always wanted to visit Antarctica.  I’d also like to study Arabic.

 

TB: Is there a book which you can re-read again and again?

SR: I’ve read JRR Tolkien’s “The Lord of The Rings” many times. I always enjoy the books and I always find something new.

 

TB: Have you got any hidden talents or a party trick up your sleeve?

SR: I’m a very bad ventriloquist.

TB: Can we be the judge of that? This is a talent we’d love to see and happy to be a part of – you can put your hands on our bums anytime!

 

TB: Do you have any writing quirks – writing habits?

SR: I can’t write until I’ve had coffee – sometimes more than one cup. And I must have almost complete silence when I write otherwise I can’t hear the dialogue.

TB: We’re more of a 10 cups of coffee before we can function kind of girls!

 

TB: What is your favourite/least favourite food?

SR: I like lasagna. I despise liver; it’s offal.

TB: Right Lasagne it is –  be at ours 8pm sharp 😉

 

TB: Are you a music fan? Do you have specific music whilst writing or silence?

SR: I’m a music fan. Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Gregory Alan Isakov and Matthew Perryman Jones. But I can’t listen to music while writing because it interferes with my ability to judge how the sentences sound.

 

TB: Do you have a celebrity crush?

SR: I wouldn’t call it a crush per se but I’m a big Star Wars fan.

TB: Hmmm…..

 

TB: Which is your favourite season and why?

SR: I like Autumn because it isn’t too hot or too cold and it brings with it the opportunity to build fires indoors.

TB: Ours is spring but we’re loving the sound of an indoor fire….candlelight….soft music…..

 

TB: Chocolate or Vanilla?

SR: It depends if we’re talking about ice cream or sex …

TB: Oh Sylvain….ice cream….always ice cream 😉

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THE GABRIEL’S INFERNO SERIES by SYLVAIN REYNARD

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About the Author

sylvain

I’m interested in the way literature can help us explore aspects of the human condition – particularly suffering, sex, love, faith, and redemption. My favourite stories are those in which a character takes a journey, either a physical journey to a new and exciting place, or a personal journey in which he or she learns something about himself/herself.

I’m also interested in how aesthetic elements such as art, architecture, and music can be used to tell a story or to illuminate the traits of a particular character. In my writing, I combine all of these elements with the themes of redemption, forgiveness, and the transformative power of goodness.

I try to use my platform as an author to raise awareness about the following charities: Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep Foundation, WorldVision, Alex’s Lemonade Stand, and Covenant House.

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