Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Real Sexy (Real Dirty Duet #2) by Meghan March: Release Blitz Review


In Nashville, country stars are a dime a dozen.

I swore I’d never get caught up with one, but Boone Thrasher made a liar out of me.

I said I’d never put my heart on the line, but he didn’t ask before he stole it.

Now we’re facing my worst fears, and we'll see if this country boy is tough enough to see it through.

Girls like me don’t get happily ever afters… but maybe he’ll prove that wrong too.

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About the Author:

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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Review by Michelle:

You know when you read a duet and all the drama has already played out in the first book so the second is just tying up loose ends and you ask yourself, "why is this two books instead on just one?" Yeah, the Real Dirty Duet is not one of those, at all. Sure there were obstacles and complications galore in Real Dirty, but Real Sexy is no slouch. Just as enchanting, just as addicting, and probably even more important than the first book, Meghan March draws you in to Real Sexy to find out where that ending to the first book came from, then enchants you within moments and has you so wrapped up in the continuation of Boone and Ripley's story you can't possibly look away.

While this duet is Boone Thrasher's highly anticipated story, this second book could actually be considered Ripley's story as we finally get to see inside the woman that has stolen our beloved Boone's heart. We are given insight into what kind of woman she really is, what makes her tick beyond the bar she's been chained to all of her life and the tragedy of her mama, as well as her dreams, her goals, her talents, and her inspiration, most of which we discover right along with her. So strong yet vulnerable, proud yet loveable, if Ripley hadn't already become a favorite March heroine after the first book, she is sure to this time around.

With some not so surprising turns and some totally unexpected twists, this book could very well be considered even more intriguing than the first. The drama and angst in this installment will thrill you, alarm you, and keep you so twisted up you can't possibly put it down.

As a Meghan March fan you will be absolutely delighted to experience the cameos of some of our favorite couples from previous books and one especially that really takes the cake. I was just as surprised as Ripley when one couple in particular shows up on the scene and absolutely thrilled with the way in which the meeting goes down and the surprising direction it takes things. Exactly what we've come to expect from this notorious couple and a ton of fun to see and experience all over again.

Aside from Boone and Ripley, Zane continues to get more and more interesting with every encounter. A whole lot more likeable since we first saw him when he had his sights set on Banner and wasn't much of a take-no-for-an-answer type of guy, now that we see a vulnerable side to him, the pain that lurks in his past, and a little less ego, Real Sexy will have you begging for a Frisco spin-off.

Heartbreaking, thrilling, nail biting, fun, and yes very, very sexy, Real Sexy has it all. From self discovery to self realization, from letting go to moving forward, from learning to hope to learning real love, from accepting one's mistakes to whole heartedly embracing a bright and promising future, this is one journey that will make you laugh, make you cry, make you swoon, make you cheer, make your heart skip a beat, and make you sigh with both relief and content. Boone and Ripley's duet met even my highest of expectations and Real Sexy went above and beyond. Don't miss this series and don't underestimate this sequel.

*complimentary copy provided by author for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

Without Words by Delancey Stewart: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Sometimes love speaks for itself…

After an accident in the line of duty, firefighter Roberto DeRosa’s life is turned upside down. His career fighting fires is over, and he’s left with an uncertain future and an injury that makes communicating difficult for him. The only time words flow easily is when they’re lyrics and he has a guitar in his hands. Talking to women is definitely out, especially if they have bright blue eyes that seem to see right into his soul.

Dani Hodge is on the brink of realizing her dream of opening a small combination wine and book store in San Diego’s funky Ocean Beach neighborhood. But before she can open the doors, there’s work to be done, more work than she can do herself.

When the tattooed guy who completely ignored her at a bar walks by and offers her a hand wrangling a tile saw, Dani can’t afford to say no—and why would she say no to Mr. Strong and Silent when his stare conveys more than words could?

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Delancey Stewart writes contemporary romance from her home outside Washington D.C. In a house populated by two tiny pirates and one full-sized Marine aviator, inspiration for her heroes is never hard to find—though quiet time to write often is!

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I caught Trent’s attention at the bar, putting my back to the girl and focusing on getting my heart to slow down, letting my blood cool.

And just when I’d gotten control of myself again, she was right fucking next to me, and my mind went blank.

Or most parts of my mind, at least. The parts in charge of caveman stuff—the parts that screamed at me to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and find a wall to fuck her against—those parts were working fine. Unfortunately.

“Hi,” she said.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I stared at her. I was blank. I reached for a word to give her and my mind was empty. Even the one word she’d said would have been fine. I could have parroted it back to her. But it had fluttered up into the noise and light inside the bar and evaporated. Even that one simple word was out of my reach.

I watched her expression change. She’d said “hi” like she was extending a bridge, a thin filament I might just be able to risk stepping onto. But as she waited for me to return her greeting, to say fucking anything at all, the bridge dissolved.

And her face closed up. The sparkle in her bright eyes faded, and her energy pulled back inside her, leaving me cold again. A mixture of fear and surprise replaced the glow on her face, and I felt both guilty and monstrous as I watched what it did to her. She let other words fall between us. Nonsense, really. I’d made her uncomfortable, unhappy. And I already knew she was a girl I never wanted to see unhappy.

Finally, she turned around and went back to her table, pulled the other girl toward the door, and disappeared into the night beyond. And the strange light that had filled the club was extinguished.

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