BLOG TOUR                                                 DELUSIVE by COURTNEY LANE

 

TITLE: Delusive

AUTHOR: Courtney Lane

GENRE: Romantic Suspense

RELEASE DATE: June 25, 2015

 

 

 

 

My name is Hanley Harper—for now—and I’m the anti-heroine of this story.

Revenge is my fuel; it energizes me when I’m running on empty.

 Elias Cari is a tool for retribution and the beginning of the new start. Unbeknownst to him, there is more to me than I will ever show him. He will know exactly who I am when it’s too late—when I’m done with him.

 I’m quickly closing in on the the perfect place to avenge the crimes committed against my family. The place where Elias is least likely to expect an enemy to be.

Beneath him.

 A problem hits me unexpectedly.

Elias has become a welcome addiction, and I’ve become his obsession. He won’t stop exerting control over me until I’ve become his exclusive possession.

How can so many things go wrong and feel so right?

 My plan is damned…or is it?

Content contains violence, graphic sex, coarse language, and scenes that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.

 

 

KFF’s 5 ★ REVIEW by Sharon Thérèse Nuttall

We have two leading characters with extremely complex personalities in this book, and there is no doubt whatsoever the male protagonist had me screaming at him throughout. I also had trouble coming to terms the leading lady’s stance towards many issues, too. And a note to the faint-hearted; the escalating physiological structure in this story is overwhelming to put it mildly. As the crescendo of violence grows; hard-core scenes set in which are easily visualised. Taking all this into consideration, and the explicitly colourful language used means that I would appreciate you reading the synopsis before one-clicking. Normally I would leave my recommendation until the end of my review; saying that, if you enjoy a mind-blowing dark read, this is a must!

As always, this author has a genius way of hanging the carrot in front of one’s nose. I tried my hardest to outguess the outcome and believe you me, when the crux of the matter unfolds, she deftly bamboozled me!

Hanley loves her father and will do anything for him. They have a pact of vengeance which must to be carried out regardless; however, the complexity of it wasn’t made clear to me until I was well into the book. Their revenge for the wrongdoings of an influential family is utmost. It consumes them, it also consumed me. How they would go about it involves the member of a very influential family and had be sitting on the edge of my seat.

Hanley’s father ~ “I was always the one to say you should never show anyone how you really feel inside. I guess I don’t ever want you to wind up like me.”

Hanley’s first day starting a new job in an elite lingerie boutique is not without its unexpected surprises. She’d been talking to her new co-worker, Skylar, who she instantly got on with when she had crossed paths with someone who rattled her cage. She had no idea who this person was. Nevertheless, it wouldn’t take too long before she puts two and two together. Talking about his good manners is laughable too, because he who criticises her for her bad language, had me enthralled with his dirty mouth. The story snowballs into a web of deceit, hate, and comeuppance. I felt like I was being led on a wild-goose chase in every instance, and when I assumed who was going to pay the price, I was wrong. Hanley’s provocative to the point that certainly brought out the best and the worst emotions in Elias. Is she flippantly goading him and does she realise she’s playing with fire? Interesting questions that can only be answered by reading their story.

Hanley ~ “I wouldn’t get excited if I were you. With the game you’re playing, I’m going to prolong your wait for as long as I possibly can. I will never be anyone’s puppet, not even yours.”

Elias. He really, really, has a screw loose! The fact that has a twisted mind and has no compunction when it comes to Hanley… or anyone else that crosses him for that matter, made me want to drown my Kindle in hot boiling water… and that is saying something ‘cause I love my Kindle! I damn well lost sleep over him. Call it obsession if you like! I love to hate the baddy and Elias is no exception! The high price his adversaries have to pay for their supposed sins was absolutely horrendous. The author described his traits and his gorgeous physique in such a way that I was sickened to admit that I wanted him to want Hanley for what she really was! I pleaded with him to see through her. Bloody hell, he damn well misled me! I still connected with this S.O.B and I hated myself because there were unbearably suffocating moments when I would have jumped into the story and throttled him.

Elias ~ “I’m fully aware of my actions and whether they are right or wrong. I act against morals and socially accepted norms when it’s need.”

I don’t honestly think I can ever remember reading a book where the attraction for two individual’s burning passion goes beyond the boundaries of obsessional eroticism. Obviously, I can’t say what I really want as this review would never be published! HEA? I’m also a cruel soul! As I’d love you fans who appreciate this kind of genre to read it, I shall let you make your own opinion. So here we go with the sum up. Ms Lane, your style of writing is unique and not to be taken lightly. One has to absorb every word, every sentence, and every chapter you have written for all its worth. This must be one of the most difficult reviews I’ve written as I simply didn’t want to add one spoiler to this consumingly brilliant read. You lady, had me fooled. So, so fooled! So what can I say except BRAVO!

 

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Hmph.I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at the night sky. Im in my late twenties, Elias. I think their job is done. Im an adult. My parents are no longer responsible for me.
Their job is never done. With the way my parents continuously intercede in my life and my decision-making from a distance, believe me, Im not just talking out of the side of my mouth.
Talking out of your ass?
He cut his eyes at me.
Sitting up, I tried to stifle my laugh. What the fuck is the deal with you and the little to no cursing? Its so weird.
There is a time and a place. I definitely do my fair share of abusing the English language when needed, or when Im in the bedroom.His expression transformed to one that stopped me cold and aroused me at the same time. I shouldnt say bedroom since I dont confine sex to just one place. I can have a very salacious mouth when Im in that mode.
I quickly crossed one leg tightly over the other with my hands between my thighs. Mode? Youre in a mode when you have sex?
His intense stare intensified along with the reaction he evoked from my body. The effect he had on me was easily shown through my hands.  Sex is an all-consuming, mind-manipulating act to me.
Sounds like very serious business,I rasped.
Which is why Im not a skirt-chaser. Regardless of what you were told, I dont invite every woman who is interested in me into my bed. I need a connection first.
Whats your idea of a connection?
He slipped my free hand from my lap and intertwined his fingers with mine, closing his fists around my hand. The flutters in my abdomen turned into tickles when he brought my hand to his soft lips. The way we are when were simply talking.He allowed my hand to fall to my lap, but maintained a firm grasp. The way your body shakes when I say certain things to you. The way I know I make you feel when I touch you. That is the connection Im referring to, Hanley.
How do you know I feel anything and Im not just reacting to the weather?My vocal chords failed me, ensuring I could barely be heard. And doesnt a connection flow both ways? Do you feel anything?
He opened my hand and brought it up to his chest to hover over his heart. The swift beat startled me. Underneath my palm, I could feel the hard curves of a well-conditioned body.
His demeanor tempered on the verge of phlegmatic when he was with me. It was impossible to know if I had any effect, if at all.
I can see it, and I can feel it. I am, however, very glad that you stopped breaking out in hives.With my hand in his, he lifted my chin. Your body has shown me that its desperate for me to fill every single fuckable hole you have.
I clenched my thighs tighter around my palm, cutting off the circulation in my hand.
As Ive said,his smile tempting me further, some occasions call for the use of the word fuck.With his eyes half-closed, he smoothly released his hold on me. Keep in mind there is more than one way to penetrate someone. If you thought I was talking about sex…” A coy smile turned into a deviant one and made my unfettered reaction to him worse. Maybe I was. Maybe I wasnt.
Fuck me. My hand had begun to fall asleep with the way I tortured it between my thighs.
Do you need a change of topics, Ley?He didnt ask the question in a way to soothe the burn, he did it in a way that made it worse. Every word that fell from his lips exploded with pure seduction.
Yes. Definitely.

 

 

 

COURTNEY LANE has been creating her own little world since she was very young. When she was eight years old,  she began to bring her worlds to life with a pen and paper. 

Although she’s had a few short hiatuses, writing has been her passion for a number of years. Until 2013, she’d always viewed her writing as a personal hobby and a purgative process: She never thought about sharing her very personal works with anyone outside of her friends and family. On October 8, 2013, she took the plunge into self-publishing and began making her works available to the public.  
While many of her works touch several different genres, she has an  archetype when it comes to the female protagonists in her stories they have to have certain brand of strength, be deeply flawed, and harbor layered personalities. In her books you will find themes that reflect the darker side of life with a tremendous amount of depth and complexity. She also has an affinity for characters that aren’t necessarily the girl or boy next door, or the people you’d encounter in everyday life. In other words, she prefers to explore characters who aren’t easy to fall in love with.
Currently, Courtney can be found either working on her next book, playing the latest role-playing game on her X-Box (preferably a game by Bioware), or spending time with her family.

 

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Books include:
The Sordid Promise, The Sect, The Teaser (The Vamp Experience #1), AfterPlay (The Vamp Experience #2), Punk (StrangeHer Love #1), Shock (StrangeHer Love #2), Love Society (The Vamp Experience #3), or Delusive.

 

 

 

 

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                                    BLOG TOUR                                 FIGHTING SHADOWS by ALY MARTINEZ

FS BANNER (1)

 

Title: Fighting Shadows

Series: On the Ropes #2

Author: Aly Martinez

Release date: 7th July, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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FS COVER

 

BLURB

I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.

My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.

Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable nightmare.

Until I met her.

Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.

I was a jaded asshole who fell for a girl with a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I would have spent a lifetime chasing her.

Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.

Fighting the shadows of our past.

Fighting to reclaim my future.

Fighting for her.

 

FS TEASER (4)

 

FLINT AND ASH EXCERPT

 

“Hey, Flint? What time is it?” Quarry asked.

Ash’s smile actually slipped completely. For the briefest of seconds, she appeared almost ashamed.

I dragged my eyes away from her in order to answer his question, but as I looked at my wrist, I had no answer at all.

“Here,” she said as she pulled my watch from her pocket.

What. The. Fuck?

Quarry howled with laughter, and Ash chewed on her bottom lip.

“Explain,” I demanded, wrapping my watch back around my wrist and shoving my wallet in the front pocket of my hoodie.

Quarry filled in the blank. “She’s a pickpocket, dude. You should have seen her when she fell on your lap. It was so fucking fast. She straight-up stole that shit from you, and you had no fucking clue.”

“I didn’t steal it! I was gonna give it back,” she amended uncomfortably. “It was just a joke.”

A joke.

A. Fucking. Joke.

And just like that, I remembered why I didn’t laugh anymore.

“Was it funny? Stealing from the cripple? You get a good laugh out of that?” I snapped, spinning and rolling myself away. “You know, maybe my judgment of you wasn’t all that off to begin with. Like father, like daughter, I guess.” It was a low blow, but I felt completely betrayed by a woman I didn’t even know.

“Flint, wait. I wasn’t picking on the cripple!”

I fully realized that I had just used the term, but it enraged me that she’d had the audacity to repeat it back to me. Who the hell was this chick? I pushed a hand into my pocket, searching for my keys. Fuck the food. I’d leave her ass there. Hell, Quarry too if he didn’t get his ass to the car.

“Get in the car, Q!” I yelled, only to close my eyes and drop my chin to my chest when my hand never made contact on the keys. “Son of a bitch,” I said as I spun back around.

Quarry was laughing next to her, but Ash’s cheeks were bright red.

“Keys.” I snapped my fingers and opened my hand, palm up.

“Stop being a dick,” Quarry said, casually tossing an arm around Ash’s shoulders.

She didn’t budge as she held my glare.

“Keys,” I repeated, but she remained still.

“It was a joke.” Her chin began to quiver.

For fuck’s sake, I wasn’t in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit from some girl I didn’t even know and was quickly discovering I didn’t care to know, either.

Quarry’s eyes grew wide as she turned to him and buried her cries in his chest.

What the fuck, asshole! Q signed before rubbing his hands over her back.

Her shoulders shook as she let out a loud sob that shocked us both.

“Come on. Let’s sit down.” Q tried to guide her over to an empty table.

Ash refused to look up and tripped over one of the chairs.

“Shit,” Q said, catching her around the waist.

I was just about to roll my eyes when she glanced my way. He was still trying to get her back on her feet and over to a table when her tear-free, bright-blue eyes pointedly glanced in my direction. My head snapped back in surprise, but a smile grew on her face.

Ash was about to put on a show, and with that one look, she had invited me to have a front-row seat.

As she floundered all over Quarry, her hands slid between his pockets and her own. Every noise she made and each time she flailed covered up a jarring movement. She was keeping his mind too busy for it to process all the places she was touching him. Hell, I was only watching her and I could barely keep up.

There was no denying that it was entertaining, but I wasn’t willing to show her that. However, as she accidentally lifted her knee, catching Q in the balls, a laugh erupted from my throat. He cupped his crotch while she apologized profusely and pushed him toward the same chair he’d been dragging her to only seconds before. Just before he sat, Ash swung her arm out, unwinding Q’s belt from around his body before tossing it at me.

“Oh God. I’m so sorry!” she said as Quarry held a finger up to ask for a second to recover. She didn’t wait at all though. Instead, she walked over in my direction; her prideful smile grew with every step.

She pulled my keys out of her pocket and dropped them into my lap. They were quickly followed by Quarry’s phone, wallet, and house keys. Then she snagged his belt off the floor and tossed it over her shoulder.

“It had absolutely nothing to do with you being in a wheelchair. It was a joke and it wasn’t supposed to piss you off.”

“Hey!” Quarry yelled. “That was messed up. You did not have to knee me in the balls to prove a point to him.”

“Oh, that wasn’t to prove a point. That was for bullshitting me. You knew good and damn well that he wouldn’t find it funny,” she said without ever tearing her gaze from mine. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of friends. And I’ve mentally noted that pickpocketing might not be the best way to make new ones.” She shrugged. “Consider it a lesson learned.”

“Three burgers all the way, onion rings, and a shake?” the guy at the counter called out.

Ash arched an eyebrow. “You want it to go, or are we good?”

I didn’t have to drop my attitude. Sure, she’d apologized, but while I might have had a short fuse, I also had a hell of a long burn. However, as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and her blue eyes pleading for forgiveness, it magically fell away.

I swallowed hard. “No. We’re good.”

“You sure?” She leaned in, eyeing me warily, but her smile began to grow.

I swear to God it pulled at my lips as well. I fought it. But the harder I tried to keep it restrained, the bigger Ash’s grew. She was stealing my smile. The chick was good! Finally, with an eye roll, I let out a quiet chuckle, which seemed to appease her.

“Good. Now, help your brother get redressed and I’ll make the fancy sauce.” She waggled her eyebrows.

 

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Meet Flint Quarry, Till & Eliza in Fighting Silence

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

 

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