Blog Tour + Giveaway: Lady By Bad by Megan Frampton

Welcome to today’s stop on the tour for Lady Be Bad by Megan Frampton!

Lady By Bad by Megan Frampton
Series: Duke’s Daughters #1 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: July 25th 2017
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Once upon a time, a duke had five daughters who never made a stir. They practiced their French, their pianoforte, and their dancing…until one ran off with the dancing instructor, and the rest were left to face the scandal.

Lady Eleanor, the Duke of Marymount’s eldest daughter, knows the burden is hers: she must marry well to restore the family name. So a loveless match is made and her fate is set. But then Eleanor meets her intended’s rakish younger brother. With his tawny hair, green eyes, and scandalous behavior, Lord Alexander Raybourn makes her want to be very bad indeed.

With his very honorable sibling too busy saving the world to woo Eleanor, Alexander is tasked with finding out her likes and dislikes for his elder brother. But the more time he spends with the secretly naughty Eleanor, helping her tick off all the things on her good list for being bad, the more he knows what they want, and need, is each other.

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Reading Order: Duke’s Daughters series

#1 ~ Lady Be Bad: EbookPaperback • AudibleGoodreads
#2 ~ Lady Be Reckless: EbookPaperbackGoodreads (Feb. 27, 2018)

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Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction under the name Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and son. You can visit her website at www.meganframpton.com.

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Blog Tour + Excerpt & Giveaway: Malentendido by Mara White

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Malentendido by Mara White
Series: Maldeamores #2 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: July 22nd 2017
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Whatever force made Lucky, either God or the Universe, wrapped him so tightly around my heart that sometimes I’m suffocating. Biologically, we are made of too many similar parts, yet our chemistry is like a meteor shower, raining bright sparks of light into the dark night. But it’s not our biology or chemistry that worries me the most, it’s the physics of our love that goes against the cosmos.

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Prologue

Lucky

There ain’t too much that can shake me. I was born into the belly of the beast on a blazing hot day in July. A heat-wave scorcher that brought the caps off the fire hydrants and everyone out on the street. Old men pulled their wife-beaters up over their bellies to cool off and the girls wore even less clothing than normal, which ain’t much, in the Hunts Point section of the South Bronx. Air conditioning was a luxury afforded to the rich; the only place to cool down was either at the hospital or the car service on the way there. Just don’t bleed out from a bullet wound before they get you through the lobby.

My ma says her water broke while she was walking back up the stairs to take a piss. Being that I was her first, she thought for a second she’d peed her pants. She hobbled back out onto the street and yelled for somebody to get her a cab before she gave birth to her son on the makeshift corner domino table.

Ma likes to say that she carried so big with me that she could barely walk—that she knew I was macho from the very first kick in her gut, knew that she’d call me Luciano after the first light of the morning sun.

Like I said, ain’t too much that can flap me. South Bronx, Spanish Harlem, then to West Harlem and the Heights—I’d seen it all by age ten. Seen it all and then some. I ain’t no stranger to violence.

But war is different when it moves from rival blocks and gang-claimed school yards to open desert or caves and tunnels dug two miles deep into a mountainside. Out here you’re not fighting your own war. You’re part of a machine that is unimaginably bigger than you are. When you’re out on a mission, you pray with each footstep that the machine will take care of you.

One thing is for certain—whether you’re ready or not, the machine will make a fucking man of you.

Out here under the white-hot sun, I think about that scorching day in the South Bronx in ‘89 when my Ma brought me into this world. And who knows if she was ready, but she struggled alone, like a roach on its back, her whole life just to take care of me.

The sky is empty and an endless, deep blue. What I wouldn’t give right now for the propeller beats of an army chopper to break the monotony. My warm, sticky blood seeps through my fatigues and the sand soaks it up like it’s been waiting its whole goddamned life to get a drink of me. Alls it would take is a single sandstorm for me to get buried out here forever—no record, no closure, no body to recover and fly home for an honorable funeral service.

So I think about how she would describe to me the day I made an entrance:  hot, sleazy summer. Beaches too polluted—no swimming, no air but the devil’s own to breathe in the city. She swears the bachata music stopped when she hit the street and screamed she was in labor.

That the old men upset their domino game as they all stood simultaneously in attention.

That the sky momentarily lit up with a flash of heat lightning. She thought for a second, rain, but then realized the sensation was only her own water dripping down her legs.

That the temperature broke one hundred and five on that day. She said the heat made labor easy, that it helped to loosen all of her muscles. She said she knew I would be a boy and that the heat would make me just as stubborn as I was strong.

And she knew that I would take care of her—that we would take care of each other.

My ma told me the story whenever there was a heat wave passing through the city. Nothing could ever compare to my heat wave in her head. I couldn’t know that day better if I’d been there to see it. My Luciano’s heatwave was worse, it was better, we were lucky we survived it. That the heat was a blessing disguised as a curse, that her boy would be hot-blooded and naturally drawn to the fight. But my ma wasn’t scared. She clenched down on her teeth instead of screaming in pain.

In Spanish, for giving birth, they say, giving light. My ma swears up and down that I was born to save her life. Luciano, she named me, the giver of light.

That night a five-alarm fire burnt down almost our whole block. Faulty wiring, they said. Six people died, all of them in our rundown building. Everything she owned became ash. The only reason we weren’t too was on account of my spontaneous entrance.

We moved less than a mile away into a tiny apartment my Tía Betty shared with their uncle. A year later, Belén was born, and from that moment on, we slept in the same crib. It seems like my whole life my cousin has always been right next to me. I would wake up when she’d cry and drift back to sleep as she did.

Now I lie on my back, wounded, probably mortally. Alone, unarmed, in prime enemy territory. What I wouldn’t give to be by her side now.

Belén. My cousin. My own heat wave. The flame to my fire.

Reading Order: Maldeamores series

 

#1 ~ Maldeamores: EbookPaperbackGoodreads
#2 ~ Malentendido: Ebook • Goodreads

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Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

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Spotlight + Excerpt & Giveaway: Saving Mr. Perfect by Tamara Morgan

Saving Mr. Perfect is coming out in a week, and we’ve got an excerpt and fantastic giveaway to get you ready for it!

Saving Mr. Perfect by Tamara Morgan
Series: Penelope Blue #2 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: August 1st 2017
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She’s a famous jewel thief.
He’s FBI.
What’s that saying? Keep your friends close…and your husband closer.

Being a retired jewel thief certainly has its perks.

1. Oh, wait.
2. No it doesn’t.

Without the thrill of the chase, life’s been pretty dull. Penelope gardens, drives her gorgeous husband up the wall, and watches as her old world slowly slips away. But what’s that old saying? When one thief closes the door…a copycat jimmies open a window.

And now all fingers at the FBI are pointed at her.

Set up to take the fall for thefts worth millions, Penelope have no choice but to strap on her heels and help her FBI agent husband track the thief. Grant might not think he needs a partner, but this is one case only a true professional can solve. Besides, she’s got to know who’s been taking her bad name in vain.

Let’s just hope curiosity doesn’t kill the cat burglar.

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There’s an apology gift waiting on the kitchen counter when I wake up the next morning. It’s not a bouquet of flowers (which I have little use for), and it’s not jewelry (which, oddly enough, is something I don’t wear much of). The cobbler’s children don’t have any shoes, and the jewel thief sticks to simple, understated pieces. That’s how I prefer it.

Grant knows this about me, which is why I’m delighted to find a pink bakery box with my name scrawled across the top instead. Doughnuts are a universal peace offering, and they’re one I gladly—and voraciously—accept. There’s nothing like criminal intrigue to get a girl’s appetite going.

Going too well, apparently. I’m holding a half-empty box and considering how to arrange the remaining pastries to make it look like I only ate a dainty few when Grant sneaks up behind me.

“Hello, wife,” he murmurs into my neck. It’s a smooth move rendered even smoother when he tightens his grip to catch my spasm of surprise. I seriously need to put a bell on that man one of these days. “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy waking up to your beautiful face?”

“Jesus, Grant. Were you hiding in a corner this whole time?”

His chuckle is a warm flutter of breath against my skin. “Do you mean did I witness you inhale those three maple bars? No. I was in the bedroom.”

I bump him with my ass in mock annoyance, but his hands slide down to my hips and hold me there. It’s the perfect position to have me pinned between a rock and a hard place—namely, him and the kitchen counter. Most of the rocks and hard places in my life include Grant in some form or another, but at least this one comes with a kiss that takes my breath away.

He starts, as he so often does, with my neck. I’ll never know what it is about that part of a woman’s anatomy that interests him so, but from the way he plants a line of soft kisses along the slope of my shoulder and up to my jawline, it’s clear he intends to take his time—and enjoy himself in the process.

He’s not the only one. Most of Grant’s body is a solid wall of sinew and bone, difficult to break and hard to deny, but his lips have always been incredibly soft. They’re also as insistent as the rest of him, growing increasingly demanding the further north he goes. By the time he reaches my lips, he’s tilting my face to meet his mouth with my own.

“Mmm,” he groans as his tongue sweeps against mine. “You taste like maple and sugar. I should get you breakfast more often.”

More arousing words have never been spoken, and I couldn’t move now even if I wanted to. One of his hands holds me in place, grinding me against the counter. The other grips my chin so he can continue his assault unabated. His mouth is hot and demanding, his tongue stroking until I’m grateful that he’s holding me up.

I might dissolve otherwise.

If this man ever learned how much power he has over me, I might be in real trouble. He breaks me down and holds me up at the same time. He makes it impossible for me to live with or without him.

I swear I’d hate him if his kisses didn’t feel so damn good.

Reading Order: Penelope Blue series

 

#1 ~ Stealing Mr. Right: EbookPaperbackGoodreads
#2 ~ Saving Mr. Perfect: EbookPaperbackGoodreads (Aug. 1, 2017)
#3 ~ Seeking Mr. Wrong: Goodreads (release date TBA)

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Tamara Morgan is a contemporary comedy romance author. Ninety-nine percent of her information comes from television, movies, books, and all other pop culture activities that limit the amount of time she has to spend in polite company.

Her long-lived affinity for romance novels survived a B.A. degree in English Literature, after which time she discovered it was much more fun to create stories than analyze the life out of them. She lives with her husband and daughter in the Inland Northwest, where the summers are hot, the winters are cold, and coffee is available on every street corner.

Tamara loves to participate in reader conversations, blog tours, and the occasional venture into public, so feel free to drop her an email at tamaramorganwrites (at) gmail (dot) com.

Tamara is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Handspun Literary and is a member of the Romance Writers of America.

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Blog Tour + Review & Giveaway: Kiss My Boots by Harper Sloan

Kiss My Boots by Harper Sloan
Series: Coming Home #2 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: July 18th 2017
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In this second of the sultry, Western-set Coming Home series from New York Times bestselling author Harper Sloan, Quinn Davis might finally have a shot at her own happily-ever-after—but will she let love in, or will she tell it to go ahead and kiss her boots?

Quinn Davis prefers to live her life quietly. She’s the stereotypical tomboy with two overprotective big brothers who have always been there to protect her, especially from devilishly handsome cowboys with silver tongues. That is, until Tate Montgomery comes riding into town. Their first meeting, however, is far from something out of a fairy tale and only further convinces Quinn that men aren’t worth her time.

The only place Tate Montgomery ever truly felt at home growing up was during the long, sweltering summer months he spent at his Gram and Paw’s farm in Pine Oak, Texas. Now, Tate has returned to his childhood sanctuary seeking a fresh start—but if he’s being entirely honest, he’s not just back for the wranglers and Stetsons. During those summers, Quinn was a friend-turned-young-love who Tate lost when life threw him a curveball and he cut all ties to his past; but all it takes is one glance at the raven-haired beauty he did his best to forget for him to realize just how much he’s been missing….

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Kiss My Boots is my very first Harper Sloan read, and I have to say that even though it wasn’t what I was expecting, I enjoyed it overall! It’s been a while since I’ve read a cowboy/Western-set romance, but add in the fact that this is also a second chance romance, well, I couldn’t NOT read it. I wasn’t sure how this second chance romance would play out but Harper Sloan surprised me in the best way. The characters are fun if a little over-the-top Southern and the romance is seriously swoon-worthy. I’d say if you love second chance romances with little drama, Kiss My Boots would be for you!

Nine years ago, best friends Quinn Davis and Tate Montgomery moved their friendship to the next level and gave each other their love, hearts, and bodies. With Tate about to leave for another state to go to university and eventually medical school and Quinn staying to take over her family’s auto shop, they swore to each other they wouldn’t let anything tear them apart, especially not distance. But when Tate seemingly abandons Quinn after he leaves, leaving her calls and emails unanswered, what can she do but move on from the only boy she ever loved who broke her heart?

Though Tate was forced to disappear from Quinn’s life, there was never a moment he forgot about the one girl who owned his heart and soul. Now, almost a decade later, he’s finally free to pursue the one girl, now woman, meant for him. He is determined and willing to do anything to prove to Quinn that he will never leave her or break her heart again – but can he fix the heart he shattered all those years ago?

I’d grovel until my knees have no skin left on them. If I get back and find another man in my place, I’ll fight for her regardless. If she forgot how to love me, I’ll remind her. Whatever it takes.
No more regrets.

Y’all, I was PREPARED for all the groveling I was expecting to read in this second chance romance. Unfortunately… though determined to grovel, Tate doesn’t actually have that much groveling to do. His reason for leaving Quinn is legitimate, and despite wanting to see more groveling, I was fine with the little there was. Quinn herself puts up a tough front but melts like chocolate when she’s around Tate. She takes a leap of faith this second time around hoping that this time Tate will catch her before she falls.

“You finally know the man I am now?” I ask…
“I’d know him anywhere,” she breathes.
“You givin’ him your forever?”
“God, yes.”
“Never, Quinn. I’ll never spend another day without you in it. You hear me? …I’ll spend every day makin’ up for the time we lost. That pain will never touch you again.”

The romance is so, so sweet between these two characters. There’s not much groveling, but I could still FEEL how much Tate still loves Quinn and worships the ground she walks on. He’s sexy and oh so determined to prove his love for her once again. Quinn is a bit dramatic yet a total sweetheart. She’s nervous about giving her heart over to Tate again but brave enough to do so. She still makes Tate work for it this second time around, but there’s no doubting that he’s the only man to ever own her heart.

I’d always thought home was a place, but he’s right: our home is right here, in each other’s arms.

I loved the fact that neither Tate nor Quinn were celibate during their separation. I HATE when in this trope only the heroine remains celibate while the hero sleeps with whoever he wants. It gets on my nerves so much, so I appreciated what Harper Sloan did, having them on fairly even ground when they see each other again. What did aggravate me sometimes was the overwhelming amount of dropped g’s in the dialogue. I get it, it’s set in the South, but I really didn’t need it shoved in my face, LOL.

Other than that, Kiss My Boots was an entertaining second chance romance I had a lot of fun reading. It was a book brimming with love, passion, and romance. I couldn’t get enough of Tate and Quinn’s devotion for each other! Now, I will definitely be going back to read the first Coming Home book, and possibly other Harper Sloan novels!


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Reading Order: Coming Home series

  

#1 ~ Lost Rider: Ebook • Paperback • Audible • Goodreads
#2 ~ Kiss My Boots: Ebook • Paperback • Audible • Goodreads
#3 ~ Cowboy Up: PaperbackGoodreads (Dec. 19, 2017)

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Harper Sloan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Corps Security and Hope Town series. She started writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night. Harper lives in Georgia with her family.

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Kiss My Boots Blog Tour Schedule

July 18
The Librarian Talks
Bookaholics Romance Book Club
Collector of Book Boyfriends
Dirty Girl Romance
Four Chicks Flipping Pages
Always Reviewing
Reviews by Crystal
Bookbitch
Abigail Books Addiction
A Midlife Wife

July 19
Margie’s Must Reads
Lovely Reads
Romancing Rakes for the Love of Romance
Swoonworthy
Positively Book Crazy
Book Lovers for Life
Romance Junkies
Dirty & Thirty
KT Book Reviews
FMR BookGrind

July 20
Passionate Encounters
Reading Frenzy
Book Bitches
Reads By Rose
Nose Stuck in a Book
The Reading Cafe
Dew on the Kudzu
An Asian Chick and Her Cat Walk into a Book Blog
Good Family Reads

July 21
Once Upon a Twilight
Booktalk with Eileen
SOS Aloha
Mrs. Leif’s Two Fangs About It
Tigris Eden
Literati Literature Lovers
Celticlady’s Reviews
Little BlackBook Reviews

July 22
From the TBR Pile

July 24
The Lovely Books
Simply Angela
Toot’s Book Reviews
Crossroad Reviews

July 25
Two Book Pushers
Ever After Book Blog
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Jathan & Heather
Coffee, Books & My Kindle

July 26
Babbling About Books, and More
Everyday Gyaan

July 28
The Reading Addict
Reading Between the Wines

July 29
Lori’s Reading Corner

July 31
JoJo the Bookaholic

August 1
Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers
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Release Day Review: Wrecked by J.B. Salsbury

Wrecked by J.B. Salsbury
Series: Standalone
Publication Date: July 18th 2017
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Source: I received an ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review

When you can’t trust yourself, how can you ask anyone else to?

It’s been months since Aden Colt left the Army, and still the memories haunt him. When he moved into a tiny boat off the California coast, he thought he’d found the perfect place to escape life. Then Sawyer shows up and turns his simple life upside down. Beautiful and sophisticated, she seems out of place in this laid-back beach town. Something is pushing her to experience everything she can-including Aden. But as much as he wants her, starting a relationship with Sawyer puts them both at risk. For Aden, the past doesn’t stay there; it shows up unexpectedly, uncontrollably, and doesn’t care whose life it wrecks.

Tortured hero, anyone? If you’re looking for a book that will instantly hook you and has fantastically complex characters you can’t help but root for, you should definitely check out Wrecked. It’s intense, sexy, yet still has enough light-hearted moments to balance out the dark. I really enjoyed this read!

“I’m fucking wrecked without you.”

After being honorably discharged, Aden Colt arrived back on American soil wrecked from his time overseas. The loss of his men because of his mistake haunts him, and he can’t escape his nightmares. He secludes himself in a boat off the coast of San Diego, where he’s either drinking or fishing. It’s a quiet, simple, if lonely life – but everything changes when Sawyer Forrester enters his life.

Sawyer travels to San Diego to fulfill her dying twin sister’s wish – to pretend to be her while packing up all of Celia’s belongings so that the people who knew Celia would remember her as the adventurous, lively woman she was, rather than the sick, bed-ridden woman she is now. As the sister who was always overshadowed, Sawyer thinks she’ll have a tough time channeling her inner Celia. Sawyer has slight OCD, is terrified of germs, and never goes on adventures, so how can she possibly fool anyone? What Sawyer doesn’t expect is to come to love her time as Celia because of Aden. Aden, who she feels a draw, a connection with. He opens up a new world for her and makes her see that she is capable of so much more than she realized.

It’s the way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. He responds to every word I say, every sound that slips unabashed from my lips, as if I’m giving him a secret he’s been desperate to discover. When we’re together it’s as if I’m the air and he’s begging for his next breath.

But even as the two are undeniably drawn towards one another and can’t help but fall for each other, Aden’s demon’s are never far away… and oh yeah, Aden thinks Sawyer is Celia. Aden and Sawyer have a lot going against them, but the chemistry and connection they have is unlike anything they’ve ever felt, so how can they not pursue it?

“I don’t want to forget you.”
“I’ll make sure you never will… I’ll mark your fucking soul.” His lips touch the shell of my ear and he whispers, “The way you’ve marked mine.”

I’ll admit, as much as I enjoyed the story, I had a hard time connecting with the characters, mainly because I just couldn’t relate to them. Despite that, I loved how clearly the author was able to convey all the emotions coursing through the pages. Sawyer and Aden go through a roller coaster of emotions, the highs and lows all perfectly balanced so that I was entertained the whole way through. If tortured souls and self-discovery is your jam, make sure to pick up Wrecked!


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