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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

*BLOG TOUR* + Review "Because Of Ellison" by M. S. Willis



When I was nineteen years old, I lived for sex, drugs and a good party. I had it all - good looks, a fast car and a hot girlfriend. Nothing in life was more important.

That was, until I met Ellison James….

Since the moment I first saw her she was a raging bull; tackling me in the mud and throwing out insults as fast as her tongue could form the sound.

She was snarky
She was rude
And she pissed me off like no other woman could.

I lived beside her for a summer and in the three months that I walked by her side...

She opened my eyes
She changed my life
And she made me a better man









M. S. Willis has become one of my favorite writers over the course of the last year, and with good reason. She can completely nail ANY genre. I first fell in love with her Control series (aka dominate man, bad ass lead chick, semi-crime and mystery). Then there is her Estate series (out of the realm of anything I've ever read, and I loved every second of it). And now here, we have "Because of Ellison". Her first standalone. Her first "tear-your-heart-out-love-story". The first "ugly-cry" book I've read by her.
And guess what? She NAILED it again. 

The synopsis doesn't give much away, so I wasn't sure what I was getting when I went into this story. But what I got was so much more than I anticipated. 

Hunter is a genius. No really, he's a total genius. Oh, and his parents are loaded, therefore he wasn't just a genius, but he was rich too. But in being so smart, he was bored. Bored with his life, bored with school, basically just throwing himself into the party scene and not looking back. Until his parents decided it would be best for him to spend his last summer before college with his Uncle and Cousin down in Florida, in hopes that learning to live "poor" and without his normal comforts, would bring him out of his party phase. With no choice, off he went, away from his friends, the parties, his (snobby) little girlfriend, and down to the boonies of Florida. 

But he didn't anticipate meeting Ellison.  

"The laughter rolled out of me and I pushed her hand away. 'You're a bitch, you know that?'
'I prefer you call me 'Evil Princess Bitch', thank you very much. Show some respect.'
It was that moment that I realized her smile was absolutely perfect." 

Ellison is a strong and extremely loving girl, whose bad side you do not want to get on. Unfortunately for Hunter, he got on her bad side in .2 seconds of meeting her. This makes for a hilarious start for their.. "relationship".

"That's the thing with Ellison. You never really know. That girl is capable of anything"

Hunter can't seem to get his mind off of the firecracker that is Ellison James, and spends his time trying to figure out ways to get back on her good side. Eventually walls will be broken down, erected back up, cracked again, and so the cycle goes. But Hunter isn't one to give up, and as much as Ellison isn't one to give in, he may just prove to be the one thing that breaks her down. 

"Whatever happens between us will be a mistake. But which would be bigger? The mistake of having been with you... or the mistake of never having allowed myself to love you when I had the chance"?"

Now I get that this sounds like a typical love story, but it isn't. Yes, it's a love story, but it is also a story of family. Hunter, did not grow up with the love from his parents that most kids do. When major turns happen for Ellison, Hunter is the one who realizes that family really should be everything. He finds that family in his uncle, and his cousin. And he finds it in Ellison. 

This book will tear your heart out. But it will also warm your heart with millions of warm fuzzies with all the "lessons" that are learned in this book. The value of family, putting yourself aside for others, growing up, moving on. It was an amazing read, and I REALLY do hope that M. S. Willis writes more like it (hint hint).

Favorite Quote:

"She stopped and turn to me. Shrugging her shoulders, she said, 'No reason.'
Oh shit."



Those must have been fighting words, because the next thing she did was slam her hands against me with such force it almost knocked the air out of my chest.  I tried to hold on, but when she took both my nipples between her fingers and twisted, I released her in response to the pain.


“Fuck!  Ellison, that shit hurt!”

“I know it did, that’s why I did it.  And you can expect that reaction from me every time you think you’re going to overpower and force me to stay still when I don’t want to!”
“Well, then fine!”  I shoved my chest out at her and held my arms out to my sides.  “Go ahead and rip them off then, El, because you can expect that I’m going to hold you every day until you stop breathing!”

She looked at me like I was nuts.  Her voice was a whisper when she asked, “Why can’t you just go home?”

We stood staring at each other for a few seconds.  It was eerily quiet where we stood, almost as if the birds and bugs had stopped to watch, curious to find out what would happen between us.

We locked eyes and I walked up to her.  Grabbing her by her chin, I tilted her angry face up in my direction and held on when she tried to pull away. 

“I am home.  Why can’t you just accept it?”




M.S. Willis is a romance novelist whose debut novel, Control, was released in 2013.  Although currently writing in the romance genre, Willis has plans to expand her literary pursuits into multiple genres and has no fear conquering difficult subject matters in her writing.  Willis is a native Floridian who is also a photographer and musician.  When not absorbing herself in written, visual or musical expression, Willis is an adrenaline junkie, a ‘closet’ video game enthusiast, and an avid outdoors person and nature lover.
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Monday, January 20, 2014

*PROMO* "Blue Rose" by Sarah Daltry - Coming Soon!



Book Info:
Title: Blue Rose, a Flowering novel
Author: Sarah Daltry
Release Date: 2/1/2014
Publisher: SDE Press
Cover Design: Shoutlines Design

“Four. My life has been shaped by four people. Four men, to be more specific. My father, my stepfather, my best friend, and my boyfriend. The first two shaped it in horrible ways, but what I am, who I am, is all because of four men.” 

Alana Reardon has secrets. Some of them are too dark to tell, but everyone already thinks they know anyhow. At 20, she takes too many pills, hides the parts of her that she hates, and willingly becomes the person that they think she is. A slut. A whore. Trash.

There have only been two guys who ever saw Alana as more: Jack, the guy she can’t get over, and Dave, the one who never got over her.

With the help of therapy, facing her past, and the inevitable ways that life changes without your permission, can Alana learn to stop blaming herself? Can she allow love into her life? Is she ready to move on?

Warning: This book deals with topics of abuse and may trigger reactions in people who have experienced those things in their own lives. 


Coming Soon



Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories. 

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.











 
Later that day, at lunch, I had just found a seat by the window when he sat across from me. I was used to sitting alone. He didn’t say anything, and he had nothing to eat. He looked up at me, though, after a few minutes, and his eyes did it again. I hated my body, hated the way I looked, hated that somehow I owed my body and my looks to everyone else. But when Jack looked at me, I wanted to let someone touch me. I wanted him to hold me. He felt like safety.
It didn’t even make sense. He was just a broken kid, like me. He always wore the same threadbare hoodie. Most days, it covered his head. He was cute, but awkward. His hair was too long and usually greasy. His Chucks were a little too big, so they looked a little like clown shoes. Yet those gorgeous eyes were all I cared about. I hadn’t considered guys at all. I didn’t find them attractive, and I certainly couldn’t see the appeal of sex or of intimacy. With Jack, though, the thought of him near me didn’t make me nauseous.
“Do you want my orange?” I asked him.
“Are you sure?”
It wasn’t a groundbreaking question. But it was how I knew that what I naturally felt for Jack was right. Because no one had ever asked me that. No one had asked if I minded, if I was sure, if something was okay. They just took things.
“Yeah.”
He took it and I handed him my knife. It was flimsy plastic and wouldn’t even pierce the rind, so I took the orange back and peeled it with my fingernails. Jack just watched me and, when I handed him the orange, now peeled, he smiled. His upper lip curled more than it should have and he looked silly, smiling at an orange. But he drew the same smile from me.
“Thank you,” he said, and he pulled two slices free from the whole and handed them back to me. I didn’t eat them right away. I just watched him eat his part. He was messy and he ended up covering himself in the juices. He unzipped his hoodie after the orange squirted down the front. Underneath, he was wearing a washed out blue T-shirt with a train on it. He looked ten.
“Nice shirt,” I teased.
He looked down. “I live with my grandmother. She has no concept of clothes.”
“It’s cute.”
He smiled again and it was less awkward this time. “Do you live with your grandmother, too?”
I was wearing a huge black sweater over baggy black pants. “No. I just… I don’t like people looking at me.”
“Yeah. I get that.”
He didn’t tell me that I was too pretty to dress the way I did; he didn’t say my body was too good to hide. He just went back to eating his orange, letting the juice spill all over the train shirt. We were fourteen, but I already knew Jack would always be the only thing that mattered in my future.








  

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Thursday, January 9, 2014

*PROMO* "Life's A Cappella" by Yessi Smith



I’m a Hispanic living in South Florida with my redneck husband from Texas and our “half breed” son, who is actually the reason I started writing again after years of celibacy. My son loves stories, but not the kind you can read in an existing book. No, he’d rather make up a story, complete with our own illustrations. So, thank you, Son, for igniting a flame I had let go out.

I also live with two dogs: a neurotic Border Collie we call Nitro and a midget Rottweiler named Nisa.
I have always found my sanctuary at the beach and in music and writing. I wish I could write rhymes so I could become a famous rapper, but rhyming is completely lost on me.

I have a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and a Master’s in Human Resource Management. I have held several jobs, from picking up dog crap to upper management positions. And now I am hoping to leave the business world behind so I can live full time in a world that does not exist until I place my fingers on.






I want to tell you how great my life was. How I lived without regrets. With constant laughter. Without any tears. I want to tell you how I lived each moment to the fullest. How each breath I took was fresh and full of life. With eagerness. Without any fear.
I want to tell you all of that, but then my story would be masked with lies and not worth telling.
My life didn’t start until I left my past. And I left everything. My mother, my friends, my name.
My new name, the name everyone knows me by is Erin Lewis.
Four years after finding the courage to leave her hometown in Alabama, Erin is finally happy with where her life has led her. Not only is she secure in her environment, but the relationships she has formed center her, making her forget how damaged she once was. Before she can fully settle into her new life, her past crashes into her present, unraveling a set of events that destroy the very foundation she has built her new life on.













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