Monday, April 24, 2017

Lost Rider (Coming Home #1) by Harper Sloan: Blog Tour Review & Excerpt


Blurb:

In Lost Rider, the first Western romance in New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Harper Sloan’s Coming Home series, an injured rodeo star encounters an old flame but will she be just what he needs to get back in the saddle?

Maverick Austin Davis is forced to return home after a ten-year career as a rodeo star. After one too many head injuries, he’s off the circuit and in the horse farming business, something he’s never taken much of a shine to, but now that it’s his late father’s legacy, familial duty calls. How will Maverick find his way after the only dream he ever had for himself is over?

Enter Leighton Elizabeth James, an ugly duckling turned beauty from Maverick’s childhood—his younger sister’s best friend, to be exact, and someone whose heart he stomped all over when she confessed her crush to him ten years back. Now Leighton is back in Maverick’s life, no longer the insecure, love-stricken teen—and Maverick can’t help but take notice. Sparks fly between them, but will Leighton be able to open her heart to the one man who broke it all those years ago?

Written in the vein of Diana Palmer and Lindsay McKenna, this Texas-set series is filled with sizzle, heart, and plenty of cowboys!

Releases: April 25, 2017



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Excerpt:

I should tell Quinn and Clay that he’s here. But one look at him and it’s like the last ten years have never passed and I’m back at the bonfire, the awkward high schooler uncomfortable in her own skin. Marching away from him in the woods. It was the last time I saw him. How is it possible that he can affect me this much after all this time?

He hasn’t noticed me, not with his head bowed, so I quickly turn around and focus on Pastor John as he finishes up his prayer. Him being here means nothing. I should be happy that I remember the pain from that night so well, it will make keeping my walls up around him so much easier.

“On behalf of the Davis family, I want to thank everyone for coming today. At this time, the family has asked for some time alone as they say their good-byes. They wanted me to remind everyone that the PieHole will be opening up for a few hours tonight starting at five for anyone that wishes to join them.”

I keep my arm around Quinn, not looking back to where I saw Maverick. I can hear the church slowly emptying and I feel a frown pull at my lips. I had hoped that when everyone started to leave that he would have come up front to be with his family, but so far, the pew we’re in is still empty save for the three of us. We sit and wait for everyone to leave, something that Clay had asked Pastor John to make arrangements for in place of the customary recessional, knowing that no one in this town would really mean a word of it anyway. Plus, I know Quinn is having a hard time. Regardless of the fact that she wasn’t the closest with her father, she was really counting on this—Maverick home. She’s still shaking in my arms, but when I look over at Clay I realize his silence isn’t because of the heaviness of Buford’s death, but instead anger over his brother’s absence that has started to build to a boil. I fear that he’s seconds away from tipping over the edge.

I stand when Clay and Quinn do, but hang back at the edge of the row we had been sitting in as they meet Pastor John and gather their father’s ashes. I can’t wait to get out of these heels. If it would have been acceptable to wear my boots, I would have, but Quinn would have killed me. As it is, I feel like I can’t take a deep breath with how tight my dress is against my chest. I never wear tight shirts. I haven’t since my boobs became beasts of their own right. I’m too busy fiddling with the straps of my dress, trying desperately to get some of the pressure against my chest to ease up so I could take a deep breath, when I heard Quinn gasp.

“Mav!” Next thing I know she’s running past where I’m standing, her black hair streaming in the air behind her as she speeds forward right into her brother’s arms. Clay moves to stand next to me and I look up to meet his green eyes, the questions he isn’t vocalizing dancing in their emerald depths. He’s not stupid and I’m doing a crappy job at hiding the memories haunting me right now. He gives me a small smile, shifting his hold on the urn to wrap his free arm around me and pulls me into a strong hold.

“You’re shakin’,” he says against my temple and I just nod.

“I’m good, Clay. Go see your brother.”

“I’m fine right where I am, sugar.”

I keep my eyes to the ground, focusing on his worn boots instead of looking up, hating myself for making this moment about me when I should be focused on them. Like it or not, I can’t fight the feelings that being near him bring me. I’m that stupid, naive sixteen-year-old all over again. “Let’s get out of here,” he says after a few silent seconds. I look up and give him a smile, hoping that it looks a hell of a lot braver than I feel. Inside I feel like I might puke.

“You think I could have a second with my family?”

My head shoots up at the coldness I hadn’t anticipated in Maverick’s voice. He’s not focused on me, though, instead looking at his brother with a hard expression and one brow raised upward.

“Mav!” Quinn gasps and he moves his attention from his brother to her.

“Sorry, Quinn, but I’m thinkin’ that Clay’s lady friend would understand that this should be a moment for our family and give us time alone.”

“I’ll just—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, sugar,” Clay all but spits through clenched teeth and drops his arm to take a step forward. “You’ve got something to say, Mav, then say it.”

“Nothing to say, Clayton, I just think it would be nice for your girlfriend to give us some space.”

“My girlfriend,” he parrots sarcastically, his deep voice vibrating in anger.

“Mav.” Quinn attempts to butt in, but stops when Maverick leaves her side and turns to stalk out of the church. I should find it comical that he obviously didn’t recognize me, or hell, maybe he did and he’s just picking up where he left off ten years ago in the middle of the dark woods. I take a deep breath. “It’s okay. He’s right. Y’all need some time as a family. I’ll head over to the PieHole and start settin’ up for tonight.”

Quinn brushes a tear from her cheek and just shakes her head. I look at Clay to see him staring in the direction that his brother just left.

“You’re family,” he finally says, not looking in my direction.

“Clay, really, it’s okay. It’s been a long time since y’all were back together and I don’t need to be there for that reunion. It sucks that it takes all of this to finally bring him home, but he’s here and y’all need to make up for a lot of time lost.”

“Shut up, Leighton.”

“Don’t, Clay.”

“Don’t what? You’ve got every right to be here. You’re just as much a part of our family as he is. Hell, maybe even more so than he is at this point. So just shut up, come with us, and ignore him.”

I shake my head, the fight instantly leaving my sails, knowing I would be arguing until the end of time if I

pressed this issue.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t even recognize you,” Quinn whispers.

About the Author:

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Review by Yvette:

Romances where the protagonists get a second chance at love are my not-so-guilty pleasure. I can’t get enough of them. I also can’t get enough of Harper Sloan’s writing, having read and loved several of her books. I was excited to get my hands on her latest release, Lost Rider, because I was eager to see how she’d tackle a Western romance with an honest-to-goodness cowboy hero. She’s already proven herself adept at creating swoon-worthy, Alpha male heroes capable of setting one's heart aflutter so, In Lost Rider, her hero just happens to don a cowboy hat and speak with a Texas twang.

What initially drew me to this book was the set-up. I loved the idea of a cowboy returning home to make amends with the girl he left behind. The notion is incredibly romantic, isn’t it? I was eager for the reunion between protagonists, Maverick Davis and Leighton James, and the author didn’t disappoint, creating a tension-filled, chemistry-laden, gut-wrenchingly emotional situation that relentlessly tugged on my heartstrings. There were hurt feelings and unresolved issues mixed in with fiery banter and sexual tension – a combination that had me anxious to see how the story would unfold.

As I continued through the story, however, waiting for something momentous to happen, I began to feel as though the narrative was growing stagnant with its repetitiveness. There was so much back-and-forth about Mav and Leigh's feelings – talking about, thinking about, and overanalyzing those feelings. I felt as though I was reading the same conversation in every chapter, so much so that, if you take away all the inner monologues and dialogue and descriptions of every person, place, or thing, there's doesn’t seem to be much else happening. The past was being constantly re-lived and it took longer than I would’ve liked for Maverick and Leighton to decide to focus on the future. From that point, the story was a bit rushed, to ensure they’d get their happy ending.

Overall, Lost Rider is a sweet read, with plenty of angst and touches of humor. It’s enjoyable and, had I read not read previous books by Harper Sloan, I might’ve liked it more. Knowing what she’s capable of, though, raised my expectations and I felt as though something was missing. That being said, I was intrigued by Maverick’s siblings, Clay and Quinn, and look forward to their respective stories.

*complimentary copy provided by publisher for an honest review

Rating: 3.5 Stars

Unfinished Night: The Complete Duet (Caine & Addison Books 1 & 2) by Violet Duke: Release Blitz & Giveaway


Blurb:

THE COMPLETE USA TODAY BESTSELLING DUET
Love, sacrifice, and the lengths one will run--and chase--when their past threatens their future. This bundled box set contains both books in Caine & Addison's bestselling duet (Book 1: Before That Night & Book 2: Every Night Without You).  Print Length: 576 pgs

**Includes a special download code for a bonus reader's choice Violet Duke ebook.**

-- BOOK 1: BEFORE THAT NIGHT --

Before that night, Addison Milan had been just a college dropout secretly raising her two young siblings in a beat-up minivan she'd bought with her first semester's tuition refund--the only money her addict mother hadn't taken off with when she'd abandoned them nearly two years ago.

Before that night, Caine Spencer had been just a rough, gruff cop sent to check out the phoned-in claims of suspected child neglect involving the same woman he'd met just months prior when she'd first served him the city's worst diner coffee...which he'd been drinking daily ever since.

Before that night, Addison would never have thought the man she'd been fighting hard not to fall for--her only friend in her new shadow of a life--would be in a position to rip her family apart.

Before that night, Caine would never have believed any woman could make him fall head over heels, let alone make him feel so damn compelled to look the other way when it came to his job.

Then that one perfect night changed everything.

-- BOOK 2: EVERY NIGHT WITHOUT YOU --

Seven years.

Seven damn years of wondering whether the woman was still alive...whether she'd spent the last two thousand five hundred fifty-five days wondering if he was still alive.

Wondering whether that night was as burned into her memory as it was his.

Seven years having his heart tethered to Addison and now she's back. With even more reasons to run than she'd had then.

Only this time, Caine isn't letting the gorgeous little flight risk out of his sight.

Regardless of how noble her reasons may be.

Note: Each of the 4 couples in the UNFINISHED LOVE series have 2 books (duets) w/ separate storylines that take place years apart. This is Caine & Addison's complete duet.


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About the Author:

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance novels. When she's not arguing with her story characters or feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools while trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first and cooking 'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.

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To Have and to Hold (The Hold #3) by Arell Rivers: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Rally around Cole Manchester and Rose Morgan: the rock star and his publicist are about to face their most perilous trials yet. Cole and Rose’s passionate love story culminates in this third full-length novel in The Hold Series.

Back in the spotlight for his world tour, Cole Manchester performs hit after hit before delighted fans. However, his heart remains firmly in Los Angeles with Rose, whose condition remains critical following their terrible car wreck.

After lying unconscious for weeks, Rose Morgan awakens to find herself professionally and personally adrift. Her scrambled memories have convinced her Cole is dangerous, compelling her to shut him out and face an uncertain future on her own.

With nothing left to lose, Cole’s crazed stalker executes her final desperate act. After an explosive finale, who will survive her deadly rampage?

Destinies will be altered. Intentions stripped bare. Rose and Cole must face all of their remaining demons if their love is to survive. In the trilogy’s thrilling conclusion, they’ll discover if they truly have each other forever To Have and To Hold. 
 


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About the Author:

For as long as I can remember, I have been lost in a book. During my senior year in college, I picked up a Danielle Steel novel … and instantly was hooked on romance.

I started writing my first novel, No One to Hold, because the characters were screaming at me to do so. The story started coming out in my dreams and attacking me in the shower, so I took to the computer to shut them up. But they kept talking.

Born and raised in New Jersey, I have what some may call a “checkered past.” Prior to discovering my passion for writing romance, I practiced law, was a wedding and event planner and even dabbled in marketing. I live with a very supportive husband and two mischievous cats. When not in my writing cave, I can be found making dinner in the crock pot, working out with Shaun T or hitting the beach.

I hope you enjoy my stories about driven men, strong women and the passions that ignite!

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Excerpt:

Grabbing a Lakers cap from the backseat, I shove it on my head and race into the main entrance, Jared at my heels. The guy at security asks for my identification, which I hand him. Jared turns his over to the other security guy.

After checking my face against the photo, he asks, “Who are you visiting today, Mr. Manchester?”

“Rose Morgan, I mean Bloomer.”

He nods and flips some pages. I tap a beat on my leg. Hurry up. He glances at the clock on the wall and says, “I’ll clear you, but you only have twenty minutes before visiting hours are over.”

Jared gets his clearance as I’m retrieving my driver’s license. We sprint through the lobby to the elevator. I repeatedly press the call button. Finally, a cab arrives and whisks us up to the fifth-floor lobby. Her floor.

Roberto stands when he sees us. I wave at him, but don’t have time to check in. I run to the small security booth at the entrance to the restricted wing. This officer checks my pass from the first checkpoint, makes a notation on it and nods. He presses a button and the door buzzes open. As soon as it’s almost wide enough, I rush down the hall and come to a halt outside her door.

The door is open. Pop music plays softly in the room.

For some reason, now that I’m here, I can’t put one foot in front of another to cross the threshold. It’s like I’ve been turned to stone, and only my rapidly beating heart distinguishes me from one of those marble statues in the Tuileries. I want to see her so badly. But, I don’t want her to be lying lifeless on a hospital bed. I want my Rose back.

Over the PA system, a woman announces fifteen minutes until the end of visiting hours. I need to go to my girlfriend and talk to her, even if I’m the only one doing the talking. Inhaling, I step through the door.

And freeze.

Facing the windows by the bed, a woman with long, limp brown hair is standing with her back to me. Her leg’s in a cast. She’s dancing. Well, sort of.

“Rose?”

The woman turns around.

Holy. Fuck.

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