Hourglass Cubed by K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith Blog Tour

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Title: Hourglass Cubed
Author: K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith
Series: Hourglass
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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Love him, or loathe him — there is no denying that Lucas Wellington is eye candy at its finest.

Lucas Wellington has tried relationships, tried so hard he dated two girls at one time and paid the cost dearly when they caught him red-handed. Now Luke is back to his bachelor ways and enjoying all it has to offer, that is, until he literally gets ran over by one woman who won’t give him the time of day. Determined to get this new challenge beneath him in bed, Luke pulls out all the stops until he is successful. But when Luke realizes that Julianna’s hold on him is just as strong he panics.

Julianna Grimaldi is the physical therapist for the Denver Broncos and has heard all about the one and only Luke Wellington. Having witnessed his destruction first hand, she is immune to all of his charm and charisma, or at least that’s what she thinks. Trying with all her might to spare her heart she resists Luke at every turn, but eventually he tears down her walls and makes her see that there may be more to the Denver Playboy than meets the eye.

The question remains though, will Luke fall back on old habits and break Julianna’s heart or will he finally meet his match and find love.



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“So, what’s the deal with you and Juli?” He asked with a critical eye.

Instinctively, I took a step back. I’d already been hit once in Julianna’s honor, and I wasn’t in the mood for another punch. “Um, we are more like friends, I guess?” I could hear the shake in my voice as I responded. Suddenly, getting lost in Maryland seemed like a fine idea.

“Look, I know your type. You are all good-looking-Rico-Suave, and you take nice girls like Juli for a ride and break their heart. Now don’t get me wrong, she is tough, but she is still your normal woman who is hoping to save the bad boy.”

“I’m the bad boy.” I said it more like a statement of agreement than questioning his judgment. We’d already proven that, I thought, as memories of her body bending at my will and her soft cries and moans ringing in my ears as she clenched the bed sheets flooded my mind.

“It’s too late, isn’t it?” he asked, his body tensing up as he stared into my eyes.

“Um, well, you see, what had happened was—”

You know, it doesn’t matter if you expect it to come. When someone cocks his arm back and brings it hurtling toward your face, there isn’t much chance of avoiding it. Chris was a lefty, and damn, did he pack a punch.



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K.S. Smith

K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.

K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.

Megan C. Smith

Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.

After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.

Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos.


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DOUBLE COVER REVEAL: Consolation/Conviction By Corinne Michaels


Book One in the Consolation Duet

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Author: Corinne Michaels

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography

 Release Date: March 18th

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 Liam wasn’t supposed to be my happily ever after.

He wasn’t even on my radar.

He was my husband’s best friend—forbidden.

 But my husband is dead and I’m alone. I ache for him and I reach for Liam.

 One night with Liam changed everything. Now I have to decide if I truly love him or if he’s just the consolation prize.

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Today is the last day I will allow myself to feel sorrow, the last day I will shed tears, because tears don’t change anything. I need to harvest whatever strength I have and hold it tight. I’m a mother who has an infant that needs me to be both mom and dad.

One day, they say. One day this will stop hurting.


This will never be okay or stop hurting.

I’ll never be the same. The woman I was before died the minute the knock on the door came. I’m a shell of the woman I was. The woman who was loving, open, and full of hope is gone. Hope is a weak bitch who couldn’t give two fucks about what you want. So I rely on faith. Faith that I’ll make it through this and find my heart again.



Book Two in the Consolation Duet

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Genre: Contemporary Romance

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 Release Date:  May 27th

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 I fell in love with Liam only to be left shattered into a million pieces. Again. The idea of being without him cripples me but the reality is, he’s gone.

 He doesn’t understand and I can’t make him.

 If only he’d see the conviction behind my words—then Liam would still be here.

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About the Author

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Corinne Michaels is an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. She’s happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.

Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha Navy SEALs are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.

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UNTAMED by S.C. Stephens Cover Reveal

We are incredibly EXCITED to reveal the cover of the next book in the Thoughtless series  (on sale November 3rd)!!!!



Griffin Hancock is tired of being stuck behind Kellan Kyle’s spotlight. He’s the best, the main event, and everyone should know it. He has Anna, and his beautiful daughter Gibson, and to hell with the rest of them. A new venture presents itself, and Griffin decides this is his chance. When he tells the band about his new side gig, they are less than supportive. Undaunted by their criticism, Griffin decides to take matters into his own hands. Packing up his family, he leaves Seattle behind and returns to L.A. to break out on his own. But success isn’t as easy as Griffin thought it would be, and he soon finds that the phrase ‘You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’, is all too true.


About S.C. Stephens

  1. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who enjoys creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she likes spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family.  She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.


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Broken by Lies (Bound and Broken Series Book 1) by Rebecca Shea Book Review

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I had no idea how much I would love Alex the day he walked into my life.
He changed everything.
The way I breathed.
The way I thought.
The way I loved.
He brought me back to life.
He gave me strength and a safe place to land.

And then he broke me.

Finding Emilia was a chance to do something good for once in my life.
I wanted to change.
She believed I was her savior.
I ached to be.
She found her way into my heart and claimed it as her safe place.
I should be telling her the truth about me…instead I break her with lies.

This book is a New Adult Romance and contains mature subject matter. It is not intended for those under 17 years of age.

Melanie’s 5-I’M A BELIEVER Stars Review:

Stop the presses, I’ve got something to add before it hits the printers!!! Rebecca Shea just blew my brains out with her newest release, Broken by Lies and I am in no way over exaggerating either. In all honesty, I felt great trepidation prior to starting this book. I am a BIG fan of this author’s past works and didn’t want my opinion of her work to be diluted simply because I am not a fan of the romantic suspense genre. I am to a fault extremely picky when it comes to this because well, there are so many, too many really that come off cheesy and over the top—those two things are an instant turn off for me. However, I picked up this book, with sure confidence that Rebecca would deliver something I would at the very least, like. Except, she didn’t give me “likeable.” What she did was bulldoze the hell out of my preconceived notions and expectations by writing such an unforgettable story which I ABSOLUTELY LOVED!!!

Broken by Lies is nothing like anything this author has written before. She steps out of her comfort zone, luring her readers into something dangerous and feverishly sexy all told through the eyes of Emilia and Alex without once missing a beat. Their story is HIGHLY ADDICTIVE, sort of what crack must feel like as I could only imagine. There was no stopping me from turning page after page once I’d started this book. I kid you not; I DEVOURED this book like a fat kid eats cake. There were too many moments to count where I felt light headed only to realize I had been holding my breath a little too long. So yes, like Alex was to Emilia, this book was hazardous to my health but I’d take that risk over and over again if it meant that I get to experience something as superb as this.

The crunching gravel against Emilia’s shoes in the beginning of the book, a strong foreboding of what is to come for her and did I love her. I appreciated that her character had a bit of naivety, showing her pureness given the circumstances that life had to offer her from the very start. But I think that what really drew me to her was her brazenness. I loved that she went for what she wanted, taking control in situations that were even out of her hands. She didn’t allow herself to fall victim, always asking questions, never wanting to feel indebted to anyone but herself. She was just an all-around wonderful heroine to read about, one that I never once felt any annoyance toward because she never skirted around situations. Again, always facing them head on. F’LOVED that about her!

And Alex… Oh, AH-LE-JANDR-OOOOO!!! I am feeling hot, hot, hot for this man!!! Everything, I mean every single thing about him made me tingle in all the right places during every single time he appeared on the pages of this book. He is a man who commands and I would gladly follow any order he gives because my GOD, does he give!!! He is mysterious and dangerous and honestly, who hasn’t in their life day dreamed of being with the ultimate bad boy? Books and movies allow us to have these sorts of men because in real life, I’m not too down with that, though Alex makes me feel like maybe I could. The way he nurtures and loves, Emilia is enough to make your heart skip a beat and awaken your libido so shockingly fast you’ll think you’re a hormonal 16 year old all over again. I have a mad craving for Mexican right now and it’s definitely not something Taco Bell can quench.

Broken by Lies has converted me. I WANT MORE, I NEED MORE! Those are the two things echoing all over my head right now. It has made me a believer that given the right balance between suspense and romance, I can love a book in its genre. Rebecca Shea continues to impress the living daylights out of me. Again, stepping away from what fans have become accustomed to from her amazing, Unbreakable series. She has done what many cannot, by giving us a completely different side of herself thus proving that she is no “one trick pony.” She is versatile and talented. An author whose work is clean and well thought out all the while avoiding any sort of monotony.

So for those who are like me, the ones who avoid a book simply because it’s tagged as a romantic suspense, I urge you to look past it and give Broken by Lies a chance. I guarantee, Rebecca Shea will turn you into a believer too.

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Rebecca Shea

Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of Unbreakable and Undone. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family and her beagle, Miles. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working full-time and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

Very Wicked Things by Ilsa Madden-Mills Sneak Peek: Prologue + Chapter 1


Sneak Peek: Prologue + Chapter 1

Very Twisted Things

A Standalone Briarcrest Academy Novel #3

by New York Times best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills

Release Date: March 1, 2015

This is a standalone New Adult novel with graphic sex and language.

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A sassy violinist who lives next door. An obsessed rock star who watches her through binoculars. And one night when she bares it all. Life will never be the same in Tinseltown.


Vital Rejects front guy Sebastian Tate never imagined his YouTube music video would go viral, sky-rocketing him to acting success in Hollywood. Okay, maybe he did. After all, he’s a cocky dude who knows he’s hot-as-hell, and it was only a matter of time before his stars aligned.

But life in Tinseltown is never what it seems.

After being cheated on, his only rule to falling in love is simple: Keep Calm and Don’t Do It. Spying on his mysterious new neighbor with binoculars seems innocent enough, but quickly escalates into an erotic game between two very unlikely people.

Twenty-year-old Violet St. Lyons is a world-renowned violinist who’s lost her mojo on stage. She hides away in a Hollywood mansion, trying to find her way through her twisted past in order to make her future.

He’s the life of the party with girls chasing him down for his autograph. She’s the introvert with a potty mouth who doesn’t even know who he is.

When they meet, stars collide, sparks fly, and clothes come off. Yet, giving his heart to a girl isn’t Sebastian’s plan; falling for a guy who craves attention isn’t Violet’s.

Welcome to Briarcrest Academy—Hollywood style—where sometimes the best things in life are VERY TWISTED THINGS.




“Fairy dust is not real. This I know.” —from the journal of Violet St. Lyons


I, Violet St. Lyons, who once believed herself the luckiest girl in the world, was born on the same day that the Violette–Sells comet was discovered. My parents, two avid stargazers, said it was a sign of how special I was and promptly named me Violet. They claimed my life had been blessed with fairy dust.

At the very least, comet residue.

I’d foolishly believed it for eighteen years, until the moment of my death.

Which was now.

Boom! Another explosion rocked the plane and metal ripped away as a section of the aircraft to my right vanished. Luggage flew through the air. People disappeared. The mom with the baby who’d sat in the aisle across from us—gone. The redheaded flight attendant who’d been collecting trash—gone. Disembodied screams echoed from the surrounding passengers as my own scream took up most of the space in my head. Air sucked at us viciously from the outside as a tornado of people banged around the space and one by one got pulled out into the swirling abyss.

I watched, helplessly transfixed, as I sat between my parents, gripping each of their hands as the plane we’d boarded six hours earlier for Dublin spiraled toward the Atlantic Ocean. I was going to die. My mother was already dead, a twisted piece of shrapnel sticking grotesquely from her chest as her head lolled around her neck. Blood had already soaked her shirt, yet I refused to let go of her hand. She’d be okay. We were always okay. We were the St. Lyons family of Manhattan, an icon of old money wealth with deep political ties. Page six of the New York Times featured pictures of us on a monthly basis. We couldn’t die on a plane.

Reality dawned as we plummeted. The yellow breathing apparatus dropped and dangled in my face, taunting me with its pointlessness. Fire and black smoke boiled in front of us where the cockpit had been, and my mind recognized that the pilots had to be dead. Just a few minutes ago, they’d come over the intercom and announced that the plane was making its descent into Dublin Airport exactly on schedule.

Then the first explosion had gone off.

Bits of debris flew around, narrowly missing me. My elderly father grabbed my hand and squeezed, his face drawn back in a horrible grimace. Fear and then horror flickered across his face as he saw Mother, but there was no time to comfort him.

Paralyzed in my seat, we spun like a drunken top, and a part of my brain noticed the sun was rising, its pink tinge lending a soft glow, catching the reflection of clouds and making them silver-lined. The rocky coast of Ireland glittered in the distance. Mocking me. We’d been headed there to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.

Just then my violin case flew past my head from the overhead compartment and crashed against the wall of the plane. Shards flew. I shuddered and wanted to vomit. God, help us. We were here because of me. Our deaths were my fault. I spared a glance at the diamond promise ring Geoff had given me before we’d left. Would the Mayor of New York’s son go on without me?

The air was turbulent yet thin, and my chest tightened as dizziness pulled at me. I resisted. Had to stay awake. Had to be with my dad. I was younger, stronger, faster. My eyes went to the gaping hole in the plane. Had to think ahead. Plan. Water would fill up the plane on impact, ensuring we’d sink rapidly.

My fear escalated as the ocean rushed at us, its surface choppy and ominous. I took in a giant breath and braced myself. We hit at an angle, the plane a torpedo as it sliced into the sea. Daddy disappeared, ejected by the impact, and I yanked on my seat belt, unclicking it to go after him. Heart thundering, I sent a final look at my mother. I wanted to take her with me, but she was gone.

Water everywhere, bubbling and gurgling as it filled up the plane. Salt water stung my eyes. People floated by, some alive as they floundered for the opening. I kept my gaze off the dead ones. Focus. Get out. Only seconds left.

I swam from my seat and fought my way out of the large hole in the plane, lungs exploding. Burning. I’d been under too long.

Daddy! I caught a glimpse of his red shirt above me and kicked harder.

Up, up, up. Must get up. My arms moved. My legs kicked. Excruciating pain. Ignore it. Almost there. So close that I could see the daylight breaking through the water.

The hottest fire I’ve ever known lit in my chest. Scorching.

Air. Just want to breathe. Just get to the top. Please.

My body rebelled and I inhaled and swallowed water, the burn racing down my throat making it spasm as I tried to cough it out. I struggled but took in more and more, the cold liquid filling my lungs.

Dark spots filled my eyes. This was drowning.



My body twitched. I grew disoriented.

I let go of the fight. My hands floated in front of me.



No bright lights, no tunnel.

No heaven, no mother, no father.

No comets.

No fairy dust.

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Two years later

“She was music with skin.” —Sebastian Tate

I tapped my foot.

What was taking her so long?

From my backyard patio in the Hollywood Hills, I watched the odd girl next door with a pair of high-powered binoculars. She flicked on her porch lights, and a low whistle came out of me at the sexy red-as-sin robe she wore, its silky material flashing around her long legs as she moved around her patio. Her hair was down, too.

This was new. Where were the usual yoga pants? The ponytail?

She looked like she knew someone watched, but that was impossible since our outside lights were off. Even the light from the moon hit our house at such an angle that she shouldn’t be able to see us just by glancing over. She’d need a high-powered lens to know I was here.

Usually she played facing her rose garden, but this time she walked to the right side of her patio, which faced us. Weird. But she didn’t play. She just stood there without moving. Staring toward our house. Uneasiness went over me.

What was she doing?

Could she see me?

As if it were a fragile bird, she positioned the violin under her chin and began playing, arms bent and wrist poised, making the most exquisite sounds. And I don’t mean classical like Beethoven or Mozart; I mean body-thrashing, blood-thumping, hard-as-hell music that had me rooted to the ground, like she’d slapped iron chains on me.

Dark and seductive notes rose up in the air, and I got jacked up, recognizing a Led Zeppelin song, only she’d ripped its guts out and twisted it into something electric. She pushed the bow hard, upping the tempo abruptly, her movements controlled yet wild. My pulse kicked up and my eyes lingered, taking in the slightly parted toned legs and the way her breasts bounced as she jerked her arms to manipulate the strings.

Her body arched forward in a curve, seeming as if she might break into a million pieces before she finished the piece or climaxed first. Then, her robe slipped off her right shoulder, exposing part of her breast. Creamy and full, it quivered, vibrating as she moved her arms. Her rosy nipple teased me, slipping in and out of the folds of the material, erect from the cool mountain air and deliciously bitable. I pictured my mouth there, sucking, my fingers plucking, strumming her like my guitar until she begged me to—

Stop, I told myself just as an appreciative groan came out. Whoever Violin Girl was, she didn’t deserve me lusting after her while she was pouring her heart out with music.

I zoomed in as far as the binoculars would go, watching her surrender to the music as she bent and swayed from side to side with her eyes closed, black lashes like fans on her cheeks. Every molecule in my body focused on her, hanging on to each note she pulled from her instrument.

She finished and kept her head bowed for the longest time, perhaps letting the emotion wash over her like it had me. Then, she bowed to the banana trees and gnomes in her garden, waving her hands in a flourish as she rose.

The entire event was surreal, yet poignant as fucking poetry.

I let out a deep breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.

Who the hell plays Stairway to Heaven with a violin? She did.

Bam! She snapped her head up, her eyes lasering in on mine, making every hair on my body stand at attention.

And then …

Standing there in the moonlight, she untied her robe and spread apart the sides ever so slightly, her movements seeming almost hesitant, as if she’d had to work herself up. Unfamiliar jealousy hit me and I panned out and checked the rest of the patio, expecting to see a lover. Whoever it was, I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece.

And didn’t that thought surprise me.

My gaze searched her patio, the backyard, her upstairs balcony. Nothing. No one.

She flicked her dark hair back and stroked the lapels of the robe, her fingers lingering over the lacy material. Suddenly the evening smacked of something more than just music. Her arms moved back and forth across the front, opening the robe halfway and then closing it as if she couldn’t make up her mind.

My eyes went up, trying to read her face. Still as a statue, the only movement was her mouth as it trembled, her full upper lip resting against the pouty lower one. Tears ran down her face, but they seemed more of a defiant act, her jaw tightly set, her shoulders hunched inward as if she’d held it in too long and was giving in, but not without a fight.

Violin Girl was trapped in a cage of darkness.

It still didn’t stop me from holding my breath, silently begging her to bare herself to me. She’d already laid bare her music. Part of me needed the rest of her.

She jerked the robe closed, making me groan in disappointment.

And then she did something completely crazy.

The lonely girl next door flipped me the bird.

© Ilsa Madden-Mills 2015 Very Twisted Things


Author Bio

New York Times and USA Today best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She spends her days with two small kids, one neurotic cat, and one husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels.

When she’s not crafting a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash.

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A Stone in the Sea by A.L. Jackson Release Day Launch & Book Review

He wanted nothing at all…
Until he found she had everything to give…
Sunder lead singer and guitarist Sebastian Stone has
everything—fans, fame, and fortune. He also has a heart full of bitterness and
a reputation for a short-fused temper. But an outward reputation rarely reveals
the true man inside. Facing assault charges after trying to protect his younger
brother, Sebastian is sent to Savannah, Georgia to lie low until the dust
settles in L.A.
Shea Bentley is beautiful, kind, and hiding from the very
lifestyle Sebastian has always embraced.
When the mysterious, tattooed stranger begins hanging out at the
bar where she works, Shea is quick to recognize he is nothing but trouble, but
she’s helpless to the way her body lights up every time his intense gray eyes
tangle with hers.
They both soon find themselves drowning in a sea of desire and
passion that won’t let them up for air.
Sebastian knows firsthand secrets never die, and he’s not the only
one who’s hiding them.
Loving someone always comes with a price. But will it be Shea’s
past that costs them everything?
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 Melanie’s 5-ADMIRABLE Stars Review:

Wow, wow, wow! I am buzzing, buzzing alight with both utter satisfaction and greedy want after just finishing AL Jackson’s newest book, A Stone in the Sea. Holy mother that is all good and bad. Everything about this entire book was so, so, so good but so, so, so bad that I have to wait for MORE! My left leg is literally bouncing off the carpet, my teeth painfully clamped down on my bottom lip trying to accept the fact that I need to be patient for more Sebastian and Shea.

Fair warning, my review is going to contain absolutely zero spoilers because there are so many factors in this book that is dependent on it being kept from being spoiled for readers to get the full effect. What I will do is try my very best to express everything I felt about this book—how it made my heart warm and fuzzy then shattered all at once. The push and pull between such powerful characters had me in such a frenzy that I couldn’t manage to reel myself in.

This book was primal and raw that you can’t help but also feel the clawing desperation that pours out from Sebastian and Shea. Each word that bounced off every page gloriously lyrical which could only be done by this author. Her signature writing style so evident but she has surprisingly mixed into that something breathtakingly brand new. I have never experienced AL Jackson in this way before and I was clamoring with such awe that someone who has solidified such a unique style could somehow still possess something MORE. To reinvent herself to a level all on her own. I am speechless, filled with pride, and reverence because my, my, my… I have to say that A Stone in the Sea has got to be AL Jackson’s BEST work yet. There’s a lot of wincing going on as I say that because in no way are her other books any less than best. But in this latest release, her writing just goes above and beyond what I have come to being comfortable with. She smacks me right in the face with a character like Sebastian whose mouth spews such crude and enticingly wicked sentences making the heat rise from the very tips of my toes traveling right up to the top of the crown of my head. Bad, so so so bad that it will make you feel so, so, so good.

No good book could be without a strong heroine in my opinion. As you may not know, it’s a make it or break it for me. Shea definitely made it. Every bit of her was so worthwhile, so ADMIRABLE in how she loved everyone in her life. She protected her loved ones, she became an unyielding wall in which no bad could penetrate. But I knew, God, I knew that what Shea had in store for me was something earthshattering; something so massive that it would knock the wind right out of me… And it did, it made me stagger and made me lose my footing just as complacency was setting in. Just when I let myself get to that place even though warning bells were furiously ringing in the back of my head. Shea Bentley held secrets. Secrets like that of a storm brewing so full of HAVOC there would be NO chance of survivors once it hit ground.

The instantaneous chemistry between Shea and Sebastian was insane. There was no denying their craving for one another, knowing full well the consequences they would both ensue to one another. They were combustible; powerful in every sense of the word. Their lure to one another animalistic in both the physical and spiritual sense. You can’t help but be caught up in their world; so caught up that you’ll feel the hum and the buzz that surrounds them. You can almost see the heat radiating between them, a shimmering effect that you notice on those hot, summer days. These two have got to be one of my FAVORITE couples to date.

When AL Jackson confirmed that she would write her first ever rock star book, I knew… God I knew, that she would put out something far beyond the norm. I fully expected an emotionally gutting novel told in a poignant way, as she has done countless of times. What I didn’t expect then was that I’d be moved beyond all the emotional turmoil but also moved in such heady way—taking me from the everyday life and allowing me to jump into the pages of this book into a tale so fervent and passionate.

I am impatiently, patiently waiting like a good little girl for the next book in this series. It’s a fundamental need that I get the continuation to Shea and Sebastian’s story ASAP… Impatiently… Patiently waiting. Like a good little girl who so desperately wants her next chocolate fix. AL Jackson will take you beyond your expectations. She will turn your book world upside down and you will also be impatiently… patiently waiting. I’ve saved a spot right next to me but you can be sure I wouldn’t hesitate even for a millisecond to elbow you right out of the way to get that first peak into the mind that could only belong to AL Jackson.

We Like It Big Tunes:

Part 1- Band Of Horses


With a smile, I turned around, then froze when my sight registered the obscured figure leaning against the wall. A strangled gasp caught in my throat, and my heart took off at a sprint, blood pounding hard in my ears.

Pushing from the wall, he stepped from the shadows, his hands again stuffed deep in his pockets.

My heart rate only increased, the energy radiating from him almost as strong as the disappointment he’d left me with when he’d gone.

I pressed my hand to my chest to try to still the panic thundering against my ribs. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” The words were soft. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”

But he did. I was scared of what he was capable of doing to me, the way I knew he held the power to trounce all over this hammering heart, to hold it in his hand and crush it into a million unrecognizable pieces.

“What are you doing here?” I asked on a shaky breath.

He looked to the sky and exhaled heavily, before he leveled his gaze back on me. “The same thing I’m doing every night, Shea. Thinking about you and wondering why the hell I can’t stop.”

My stomach flipped, and I gulped for air.

“What do you want from me?”

He laughed, lifted his elbows out to his sides in a helpless gesture without pulling his hands free. “Dinner?”

Nonsensical laughter shot from me. “At three in the morning?”

“Breakfast?” he amended, a coy smile pulling at his full, crooked lips.

Tingles spread across my skin, and I ran my hands up my bare arms. “I already told you I don’t have time for distractions.”

“Come on, Shea. It’s just food. Go out with me. Just tonight.”

Somehow I knew it was a lie, even though he wanted to believe it was true.

Nervously, I glanced to the back door all the while being inexplicably drawn to this man I didn’t even know. I knew I should make a break for it, run for the safety of my little world and give him no opportunity to rip it apart.

“I am hungry,” I found myself saying. After a long night of work, it was true. But it had nothing to do with the reason I was giving in.

Because I just wanted to…

I shook my head.

That was it. I just wanted. I wanted to be in his space. I wanted to understand why he had this pull on me. I wanted him.

Even though I’d never allow myself to have him.
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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including If Forever Comes, Pulled and When We Collide, as well as the New Adult Romance Come To Me Quietly due out January 7, 2014. She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.

Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.

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The unexpected love story that began in MANWHORE 

continues heating up the pages in MANWHORE + 1

Release date: July 7, 2015

Billionaire playboy? Check. 

Ruthless businessman? Check. 

Absolutely sinful? Check.


Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.


I intended to reveal himhis secrets, his lifestyle—not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.

Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.


Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?

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About the author

My Life in 8 Words: “Hectic, wonderful, complete; everything I ever wanted.”

Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…


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