September 26, 2015


Our family is going through some hard times right now. We have lost our aunt in a tragic car accident and, for a few days, I'll be offline. 
If I owe you a blog post/review/interview/ etc...please, bear with me. I apologize for messing up your schedules but my family needs me and I need to be there every step of the way. Thank you so much for understanding.  ~Mikky~

September 25, 2015

Audiobook Review & Giveaway! Walk With Me, Home #7 by Cardeno C.

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Walk With Me: Home Collection
Written by: Cardeno C.
Narrated by: Alexander Collins
Length: 6 hrs and 40 mins 
Unabridged Audiobook 
Release Date:08-28-15 

When Eli Block steps into his parents’ living room and sees his childhood crush sitting on the couch, he starts a shameless campaign to seduce the young rabbi. Unfortunately, Seth Cohen barely remembers Eli and he resolutely shuts down all his advances. As a tenuous and then binding friendship forms between the two men, Eli must find a way to move past his unrequited love while still keeping his best friend in his life. Not an easy feat when the same person occupies both roles.

Professional, proper Seth is shocked by Eli’s brashness, overt sexuality, and easy defiance of societal norms. But he’s also drawn to the happy, funny, light-filled man. As their friendship deepens over the years, Seth watches Eli mature into a man he admires and respects. When Seth finds himself longing for what Eli had so easily offered, he has to decide whether he’s willing to veer from his safe life-plan to build a future with Eli.

*Walk With Me is set in the Home series where the books are linked by theme or world. They are independent and can be read in any order.


Where do I begin?

Walk With Me is a story about friendship, about never giving up even when it feels like you’ve reached the end of the road.

Eli Block is a colorful character. At least that’s the way he appears in the beginning.

He’s all for telling it like it is and going after what he wants and his eyes are set on the elusive rabbi Seth Cohen, on whom he’s always had a crush.

What Eli never imagined was walking into a wall of rejection.

Seth is straight, always has been and, even if that weren’t true, Eli is way too young to consider accepting his advances. At least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of.

But Eli is not ready to give up without a battle.

One of the things I liked about this book was how the story was told.

Since it covers a decade or so in the life of the characters, skipping through large periods of time was unavoidable BUT, it was expertly done so it seemed like no more than one day has passed from one chapter to the other.

There are a lot of funny situations involving Seth and wedding ceremonies and almost every new reunion happens after one such event. A clever way to take the reader’s mind off the fact that maybe years have passed between scenes – add humor to the story.

Another point was earned by the way the author still managed to show how the characters grow and evolve step by step along the way.

Especially Eli.

You’ll see him go from hormonal teenager to a responsible and respected adult who’s had his fair share of disappointments and has made mistakes that, in the end, helped him grow and evolve, and taught him a few important lessons.

One thing that remains a constant among all the changes are Eli’s feelings for Seth.

From almost strangers to best friends, the bond between Seth and Eli strengthens and builds one step at a time, going through every stage and preparing them for a day that might never come.

This was a really good novel I highly recommend. Cardeno C. sure knows how to tell a story.

And since this is supposed to be an audiobook review, I can only say, WOW! 

The book is funny if you read it but I was howling with laughter while listening to it. 

If you know me then you know how picky I am when it comes to narrators and audiobooks, and it takes a lot to get a positive review from me but this one totally deserves it. Alexander Collins is brilliant and you’ll love every second of it. 

Definitely a must read/listen to.

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Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever- after sunset.

Cardeno's Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/M Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, "You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day."

Book Blitz! Excerpt, Guest Post & Giveaway! Hidden Scars, Hidden Scars #1 by Amanda K. Byrne

Sometimes the past won’t stay where it belongs.

Sara’s number one rule of dating: closed off, secretive men need not apply. Years of therapy helped her move past the damage done by her emotionally abusive boyfriend, and she’s ready to date again. Someone funny, laid back, and easy to talk to. All things her coworker Taylor isn’t.

Taylor’s quiet. Too quiet. He operates in permanent stealth mode, and he hides his secrets as well as Sara does. She doesn’t want to be attracted to him, but after a night spent in a hotel room together, trapped by a blizzard, she can’t deny there’s a fire-hot connection between them, waiting to ignite. Their working relationship inches closer and closer to friendship, until one day she gathers her courage and kisses him.

It’s the match Taylor was waiting for.

What starts as a sweet, fumbling friendship quickly becomes a passionate and intense affair. Just when Sara’s starting to feel safe in Taylor’s arms, his secrets come out, and she wonders if she’ll ever be able to stop looking over her shoulder.

You know these. The things where you dart furtive glances around, making sure no one can see you indulging in your…

Guilty pleasure.

I’m pretty up front about my likes and dislikes, but I’ve got a few that I’m not all that keen on revealing for the teasing and/or lectures it might get me.

Like movie theater popcorn. This stuff is sooooo bad for you, with its fake butter and double count of your daily ration of salt, but sometimes I just have to have it. 

Or Thirty Seconds to Mars. The band has plenty of eager and vocal fans, but I’ve kept my fandom under wraps (until now). Why? My friends are music snobs. I’m kind of a music snob. And the BF is one of the biggest music snobs I know, but at least for him, it makes sense (he’s a classically trained musician). The sound of Thirty Seconds to Mars is too slick and overproduced for me to really take them seriously, but I like them anyway.

Reruns of The Hills falls on the list, too. When it was still on MTV, I was much, much better about going to the gym. I’d climb on the elliptical machine and stay there until the episode was over, and I got deeply invested in the pseudo-relationship between Lauren and Brody. Like, I was really disappointed when they couldn’t work it out and get back together.

This last one is going to make me sound like a total snob, but I can’t help it. I am a film snob. I have a membership to the Seattle International Film Festival, and I go every year. Foreign films are my jam. And while I’ll happily watch good action movies (you know, the ones with an intricate plot, fast pace, and preferably starring Andy Lau), I sometimes need to watch a particularly bad action movie. Ones with unnecessary explosions, fight scenes that go on forever, and ridiculous, over-the-top plots that are so far off the plausibility scale it’s laughable. 

Are you game to admit your guilty pleasure?

She let the conversation lapse, mechanically eating most of the basket of fries. She was going to kiss him. It was the one step she could take. Maybe it was ahead of schedule, but they didn’t have one, did they? No written directive proclaiming the kiss had to come after so many more weeks of denying she really wanted to know what this man looked like naked.

Nerves resurfaced with her resolution. She excused herself and hurried to the restroom. The warm water ran over her hands as she soaped them, ridding her skin of the last of the salt. Taylor had already paid their tab by the time she returned, no steadier than when she’d left. Heart beating at a rapid pace, she brushed past him when he held the door open for her. Jittery excitement rose with each step toward the street her bus stop was on. If she was going to do this before she could talk herself out of it, she’d have to spring it on him. Trying not to telegraph her intent, she gave him a quick smile and turned to walk off, toward her bus stop. Then she spun around and kissed him. He didn’t respond. His lips remained immobile against hers, and a flush worked its way up her neck to the tips of her ears. Dropping onto her heels, she offered him another tight smile and headed off to her bus stop.

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid to attempt something with a man who had only recently given her any indication he might be interested in something more. Her heels clicked over the sidewalk as she hurried toward the bus shelter, away from Taylor. The best, or worst, part of all of it was he’d probably act like nothing had happened.

Best. Best thing. It would mean they could continue to work together without awkwardness.

The part of her brain that wasn’t working overtime to rationalize the situation registered the sound of footsteps coming up behind her. Her shriek of surprise was muffled by a hot, firm mouth, lips molding to hers, begging her to respond. Taylor’s hands slid down, over her hips, gripping and yanking her to him, and her arms wound around his neck as she opened for him. His tongue tangled with hers, giving her exactly what she needed, lust and heat and a kind of claiming that crushed her doubts to a million tiny pieces.

She kissed him back, licking into his mouth, giving him more than he’d asked for, bound and determined to make him remember this one kiss, as if it was the only one they’d ever share. 

The kiss was all demands. There was no softness, no gentle exploration. The need that had flared to life as his mouth continued to assault hers ratcheted higher, and she forgot they were on a crowded sidewalk during rush hour. She wanted that mouth all over her. On her neck. Her breasts. Over her belly. Between her thighs. Especially there, stoking the fire until it flamed out of control.

The kiss broke, the two of them panting, his eyes cloudy with desire. “Sara.” His hands were in her hair, and she dimly wondered where the pins holding it up had gone. He kissed her forehead. “You should go home,” he murmured.

Yes. Going home would be good. He should come with her so they could continue this with far less clothing. “Stay safe.” 

His lips brushed over hers, and then he was gone.

When she’s not plotting ways to sneak her latest shoe purchase past her partner, Amanda writes sexy, snarky romance and urban fantasy. She likes her heroines smart and unafraid to make mistakes, and her heroes strong enough to take them on.
If she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking hot chocolate, and trying not to destroy her house with her newest DIY project. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and no, it really doesn’t rain that much.

Excerpt & Giveaway! The Lies Between Us, The Devil's Dust #4 by M.N. Forgy

Cherry’s life growing up was nothing short of a nightmare. Having an abusive father forced her to fend for herself from an early age. Bruised and emotionally broken, she finally escaped, running straight into the comfort that Lip's arms brought. In the beginning, everything seemed to fall into place perfectly. He made her forget the messed-up ways of her life. But secrets can’t stay neglected. They have a habit of revealing themselves regardless of the consequences. Terrified, Cherry can’t speak a word or she’ll lose it all.

Lip is no stranger to the criminal life. Growing up among convicts, he wanted nothing more than to show his worth. He’ll do anything for the club without question, including serving six years in prison. But nobody could have predicted life’s plan. Rugged, tattooed, and wanting nothing more than to have Cherry, Lip is no longer the man whom Cherry remembers. After his release, he came out a beast with more secrets and lies than his cage could hold.

After he leaves, I open his wallet, reading his name, address, weight. All of it.

“Phillip DeLuca.” I taste his name running off my lips as I trace my finger over his picture. He’s so handsome. He’s the kind of guy most people would be afraid of, but not me. I want to get to know him. Lost in a daydream, my car door is yanked open.

“Where the fuck is it, bitch?”

“What?” I shriek as I’m pulled out of the car and slammed forward onto the hot hood. “I don’t have anything!” I scream, trying to pull free. He shoves me back down on the hood. His hand tangled in my hair.

“Don’t think about moving,” he spits, his tone harsh. I roll my eyes and continue leaning over the hood. My heart slams against my chest in pure panic, and my hands shake. He pulls away and leans in to the car. Within seconds, he finds his wallet. Shit.

He peers at me with a fierce energy in his eyes. The intensity has me pulling off the hood, scared out of my mind.

“You have some balls,” he mutters, shoving his wallet back in his pocket. His tone is soft and tender suddenly. I turn my head and eye him angrily.

“Fuck you.” I cross my arms and lean my hip against the car. My choice of words more confident than I’m feeling.

He steps up to me and grabs my hips hard with both hands. My skin burns, and my mouth parts with desire. His brown eyes find mine, and his hands yank my body closer to his. I feel like all the air is sucked from my lungs as I search his dark eyes. Placing my hands on his solid chest to steady myself, my palms buzz with excitement.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He looks me up and down and leans in close. “You’d like it if I pushed you over the hood of this car and fucked you ‘til your legs gave out.” His words feather against my lips, he’s so close. I hold my breath, willing my body to pull away, but I don’t move. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he grabs my hand and pulls it upward. I furrow my brows and watch as he pulls a pen from his back pocket, pulling the cap off with his teeth. He writes his number and the word ‘Lip’ on my hand.

“Call me. Don’t make me come find you, Cherry.”

“Cherry?” I ask out loud.

“Your swimsuit,” he yells over his shoulder before starting his bike. I look down at my white shirt noticing my cherry bikini peeking out from the bust line. A smile creeps across my face. I know I shouldn’t like him, but I kind of do. Driving past me, he winks and I swear I sigh like a damn fool.

The Devil’s Dust Series
What Doesn’t Destroy Us (Book One) The Devil’s Dust

The Scars that Define Us (Book Two) The Devil’s Dust

The Broken Piece of Us (Book 2.5) The Devil’s Dust

The Fear That Divides Us (Book Three) The Devil’s Dust

Love That Defies Us (Novella)

M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

Release day Blitz! Excerpt & Giveaway! Ultimate Deception, Harden #2 by Lynn Stookes

In a matter of months, Dani Delaney's world drastically changed. Now, she faces the toughest challenge of her life and is determined to handle it on her own. 

Detective Sawyer Woods will do anything to be with Dani, the woman he's dreamed about since he first laid eyes on her, but she'll have nothing to do with him, no matter how much charm he uses. 

It isn't until Dani receives threatening messages and criminal activites happen around town that she's forced to accept the help of the one man who can bring her to her knees. Can Sawyer protect the one woman who doesn't want him and convince her to give him a shot? Or can one lie destroy it all?

Once all the clothes are folded, I pick up the basket, taking it to the guest room. I knock, but there’s no response. He must still be in the shower, so I quickly open the door and make a beeline for the bed. I place the basket on the bed. Turning to leave, I stop in my tracks as Sawyer opens the bathroom door, walking out with just a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist and another towel in his hand, drying his hair. He hasn’t even noticed I’m frozen in place, staring at his ripped six pack abs…no wait, eight pack abs…with a few water drops from his hair dripping down, making me want to follow the trail with my tongue.

The water drop I’ve been following disappears behind the towel hiding an impressive male appendage I’ve dreamt about for several weeks. Hell, since the first night we slept together, I can’t get sex off my mind. 

“You keep staring like that, you better be ready to deal with the consequences.”

My head jerks in response. Our eyes meet. The towel drying his hair is now wrapped around his neck as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed across his chest, looking sexy as sin. I mean, seriously, no man should be allowed to look this good, right? 

“What are you doing, Dani?”

“Oh…um…” I stutter. He lifts an eyebrow in question. Why does this man reduce me to a blubbering idiot with just one look? “I was just…um…bringing your clothes back for you.”

He looks at the basket on the bed. “Thank you for that, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What are you talking about then?” I ask, genuinely unsure what he’s questioning.

Sawyer pushes off the wall and stalks towards me. He’s close enough I feel the heat pulsing from his body, but not touching me at all. One slight movement and my body could be flush against every long hard inch of him.

“You know what I’m talking about.” I tilt my head back to meet his stare. He continues as he stares at my lips. “The vibe you’re giving off in spades.”

“What vibe is that?” I ask breathlessly.

“The ‘I need you to fuck me now’ vibe.”

“I…uh…” I lick and bite my bottom lip.

“Fuck it.” His lips crash into mine.

Lynn Stookes was born and raised in the amazing state of Texas, where she currently resides with her husband of five years. They have one rambunctious two year old son and three furry children, who create the chaos she couldn’t live without.
One day, Lynn took her passion (maybe obsession is more apt) for romance books and mystery shows and wrote her first romantic suspense novel, Fatal Obsession, Book 1 in the Harden Series.
When Lynn isn’t writing or working her day job, you can find her reading on her Kindle, spending time with her family and friends, or playing on Facebook. She loves running, coffee, and country music in no particular order.
She's currently working on the next book in the Harden Series.

September 24, 2015

Book Promo! Decline (Declan Reede: The Untold Story #1) by Michelle Irwin

Hold on tight, stick to the racing line, and watch for the corners.

Four years after making the decision to leave his home town behind, all of Declan Reede's dreams have come true. Unapologetically foul-mouthed and well known for his off-track antics, his success seems unstoppable. At least until Queensland Raceway and a chance sighting of the girl who once held his heart. Now, getting around the track seems an impossible battle as he struggles to return to his previous form. With his career racing downhill faster than his V8 on Mount Panorama, there's more than just his reputation on the line.

What will it take to put the brakes on his decline?

**Due to strong language and sexual content not intended for anyone under age of 18**

Just 99c until 27th September. 

Eden had been right about the track. By the ninth lap of my second stint, the bitumen was bone dry and the teams that had gambled on the rain staying were scrambling to the pits to change back onto slicks. I used the time to push even further ahead. Eden s voice squawked over the radio, telling me that I had just achieved the fastest lap time of the day. If I didn t have to keep both hands on the wheel, I would have given a fist pump in celebration. Things were finally going my way. 

I was celebrating the small victories when I came across the top of the mountain again, across Skyline. The glare from the sun reflected in the top corner of my windscreen and I was blinded. Not by the light, but by the vision which the sun called to mind. 


My heart stopped and my eyes slammed closed. 

Smiles and laughs; the sun glinting off her watch as we kept an eye on the time. 

I could almost hear her voice bouncing around the car, laughing over some ridiculous shit we d done during the day. We d been so happy. So innocent. So fucking naive and stupid. 

The memory was from one of the days we d ditched school to hide out in our park. With a gasp, I swallowed oxygen down into protesting lungs. My hands shook and tremors raced through my fingers and into the wheel. 

My stomach clenched as I remembered just how beautiful she d been. She didn t have supermodel looks, she had something better. An honest to goodness girl-next-door quality that shone through from within and made her ten times sexier than any over glossed supermodel could ever be. The truth was, as bad as the visions of Alyssa s red-rimmed eyes were, the happy ones were worse. They became tangible reminders of how much she d once meant to me, and I almost didn t want to suppress them.

With two more gulping breaths, I forced my eyes open and pushed the thought away. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, but it was already too late. 

Though it d been mere seconds, I d been in my own world my past for too long and hadn t prepared to take the turn before falling into the Esses. I had no time to do anything but adjust the angle of my car as it smashed into the concrete barrier with a teeth-rattling bang. I prepared myself in the only way I could for a second crash as the car ricocheted off the wall, spun across the track, and then smashed into the side of a passing car. The sound of crunching metal and squealing rubber filled the space around me, but I could do nothing but hold on and hope for the best. My car lurched sickeningly toward the wall again, shunting hard into the concrete and rocking me into the hard surface of the door. 

By the time I came to a rest, I was angled nose into the wall in a stationary car. 

Unable to move, I panted as I struggled to comprehend just what had happened, aside from the fact that I d crashed that part I got loud and fucking clear. Closing my eyes, I mentally ran through my body to ensure I wasn't too badly injured. I wiggled my fingers and my toes and was relieved when everything did what it was supposed to. Except for my heart racing at a million miles a minute, and the fact that I couldn't breathe down nearly enough air to stay in control, I was okay.

My eyes snapped to the rear-view mirror when I heard the sound of protesting tyres.

Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.