REVIEW ~ COACH by Jacob Chance is now available

Now available, Jacob Chance’s all-new

sports romance, COACH

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“Are you looking for the cheerleading tryouts, sweetheart?”

Zeke Kingston is the arrogant, tattooed, and sinful coach of Boston University’s women’s football team. And I’m their new quarterback.

From the moment the dark and broody hunk mistook me for a cheerleader we’ve clashed. His smirking lips make my blood boil and his god-like muscles turn my knees weak.

Everything about us is off limits, but lines are blurring and temptations have become too hard to resist.

Being together breaks all the rules, but what happens when the rules no longer matter?

This is a standalone with crossover characters from PENALTY and DRIVE.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna on behalf of KFF

Zeke Kingston is the newly appointed coach for the Boston Terriers women’s football team. He is a hot alpha who is sinful and broody. The first words he ever speaks to Amelia has her back up straight away with the arrogance he portrays. His full-time job is a financial advisor. Zeke is a very busy guy indeed.

Amelia is the new quarterback for the Boston Terriers. Already Zeke has rubbed her up the wrong way, but there’s something about him that on the one hand has her seething; on the other, just one look from him makes her frustratingly weak at the knees. As her coach, he is off limits although the temptation is all too hard to resist. Amelia just wants to focus on her scholarship with no distractions.

It’s like a cat and mouse kind of situation with Zeke and Amelia with the strong attraction. However, the forbidden element of this couple somehow seems hopeless, making one think there can’t be anymore. Zeke tries his hardest to stick being the professional coach, keeping his pent-up attraction to Amelia to himself.

Feisty Amelia wants to play football and get through college, but seeing Zeke every day just sends her into a spin. The struggle is real between the two. The characters make an appearance from the previous BT books and it was a real pleasure to have them supporting the story. We also got a couple of new characters in the mix.

Coach is the third installment of the Boston Terriers series but can be read as a standalone. To get the full effect, I would advise reading all three if you’re a fan of sports romances. Zeke and Amelia’s story has everything from banter, passion, and romance. I was hooked on the story from the prologue to the end. I was convinced that it was a forbidden love but was absolutely flawed by the surprise twist during this rollercoaster of a story because let’s face it, two passionate people forbidden from each other is always a page-turner. I could never have predicted the spin on things.

The author has a fluidity to his writing that grabs you from the off start. The descriptiveness and cleverly planned out plot had me captivated and spellbound by the intensity. Mr chance seems to be able to turn his hand at sports or suspense and I follow with great interest as to what will be created next. What I love about his penmanship is the unpredictability. You never know what you are going to get but I promise it is always thrilling regardless of the genre. Five stars is a mild rating in comparison to the wonderful enthralling story of Zeke and Amelia.

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Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

An author of erotic thrillers and sports romance, he plans to write many more sexy, suspenseful stories.

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BLOG TOUR ~ SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN by Kate Stewart is now available!

Today KFF’s on tour with Kate Stewart’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN

Cover designed by Amy Queau – Q Design Cover and Premades

SOMEONE’S ELSES OCEAN by Kate Stewart is NOW AVAILABLE!
Amazon: U.S | U.K | CANADA | AUSTRALIA

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The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars.
The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life’s cruelty, but we were planets apart.

We’d both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars…until we both got swept away.

Donna’s five star review on behalf of KFF

Koti was six years old when she first set eyes on Ian Kemp at St Thomas a beautiful coastal island. Experiencing a hot summer under the stars. Fast forward to years later and the both of them find themselves on that very island; however, life has taken more than a toll on the both of them and Ian is reluctant to have any kind of friendship with Koti. They both got swept away by the beautiful ocean of St Thomas, finding each other may be a chance at more than a holiday romance.

Koti has a lot of issues and finds solace on the island enjoying the ambience and working for a letting agency. She thinks she is weak, but reading between the lines Koti is much stronger than she gives herself credit for, even if deep down she feels she ran away from her previous life and is hiding out on the island. Koti chips away at Ian for some sort of friendship, but he is hard work and not at all the carefree boy she met all those years ago.

“Ian Kemp was beautiful at fourteen. He was gorgeous when he was twenty-five and stood on his parent’s porch waving at me before he left me with a crush. At thirty-eight, he was devastating…” 

Ian is a complex character that had his world turned upside down in the cruellest way imaginable. He is in the depths of despair and so much like Koti has run away to lick his wounds on St Thomas. He is a hot broody alpha male and he did not expect to collide with the little girl from all those years ago, now clearly a very beautiful woman.

The side characters are a very welcome addition and I loved the friendship between Koti and Jasmine. There is another character that will tug at your heartstrings and make you smile, but I won’t say who so not to give the story away; rest assured, everyone will love this additional person to the story.

Even though there was a bit of a push and pull between these two, watching them develop deeper feelings for each other was quite entertaining even if they couldn’t see it themselves. I wanted to bash their heads together at times. The chemistry and romance of this story were oozing from the pages. Ms Stewart is very descriptive and creative in her writing and it was as if I could hear and smell the waves of the ocean, along with feeling the soft sand between my toes. There is a playlist that accompanies the story and it is worth a listen just to tune in with the story.

I must say my heart never stopped beating fast watching their story unfold and find out the secrets of their pasts and how the story would resolve. I haven’t stopped thinking about Somebody Else’s Ocean. There is plenty of angst thrown in, with steaminess aplenty. I cannot recommend this book enough and it is a well worth five stars. Kudos to Ms Stewart, I can safely say you have given me a total book hangover. I will be definitely purchasing this book in paperback to have signed in the near future.

EXCERPT

Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.“Fack!” It was another one of the hundreds of curses that erupted from the Kemp kitchen.With wide eyes, I watched the wood fly across the porch and onto the sand and heard another loud crash as I stalked the house next door with my phone pressed to my ear.“So how is my son?” His mother asked as I saw more of Rowan Kemp’s kitchen fly over the railing, off the porch, and into the sand. “Is he adjusting well?”“Damnit! Oh, fack your motha,” Ian’s voice rang out in frustration. Giggling, I covered the mouthpiece of the phone as another cabinet door hit the sand. He’d been at it for a few hours. It started with an explosive phone call that I managed to avoid mostly due to my taking cover in the shower and ended with a bang.“He… is. It looks like he’s remodeling the kitchen.”In a flash, Ian stood on the porch only in shorts, his chest heaving, a bottle of the red in his hand. He studied the wood in the sand before he glanced at my house. I ducked out of his line of sight and answered her before more banging started. “He’s fine.”“Oh, that’s wonderful news. Maybe you could put him on the phone?”More growling ensued and then a clear, “Damn you! EISH!”

“Well, at the moment, I think it would be impossible, he’s in the midst of demolition.”

I cringed at the ripping sound and poked my head out of my screen door just as he hurled more wood over the railing.

“You know he’s always been so good at things like that. He built his father a beautiful bookshelf for his study.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, as Ian unloaded an entire can of lighter fluid on the discarded wood. I raced around the bottom floor of my house and collected every fire extinguisher I had before I sat them next to my front door. Seconds later I heard the whoosh of the wood go up in flames. The rising inferno seemed to fuel him as he added more of his mother’s kitchen to it piece by piece.

Rowan went on, speaking of her pride and joy. “From boy scouts all the way through college, my boy excelled at everything he did. Honor student, swimming, tennis. I had to beat the women away with a stick.”

Ian chose that moment to snap another cabinet door in half over his knee and used his empty wine bottle to bat it into the burning pile.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, yes, he was such a ladies’ man before he met Tara, his ex-wife.”

Only mildly prepared, I walked out onto my porch at the same time Ian returned to it. He had several photo books in his hand. Rowan whispered in my ear as if he could hear her. “I was never really that fond of her, she seemed a little cold compared to his warmth.”

Ian pulled pictures from the books and began to burn them one by one. Something in my chest split as he walked around Rowan Kemp’s burning kitchen cabinets, tossing away what I was sure were irreplaceable pictures.

He had lost his shit. It was, without a doubt, Ian’s doomsday.

“Don’t!” I screamed from where I stood.

Ian ignored me as he tossed an entire book into the fire before shaking another so that the pictures fed the flames.

“Koti? What is it?” Rowan said anxiously on the phone.

“Oh nothing, I was just…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh, fine,” I said, as I paced the porch watching her son destroy his mother’s memories. He must have found the pictures in the linen closet. The Kemps had very few of their own things in the house.

“Rowan, I’m going to ask him if he needs any help.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “But please ask him to ring me.”

“Will do.” I was already running toward the small bonfire just as Ian tossed another picture into it.

“What are you doing!?”

“Privacy,” he said through thick lips. “That’s all I asked for.”

“Kind of hard to ignore you, Ian. Since you’ve gone all Tom Hanks Castaway—me man, me make fire!” I reached for the picture in his hand as he tossed it in. I watched it burn. It was a shot of a woman in her wedding dress who I assumed was Tara. She looked beautiful as she smiled at her groom. I was only able to admire Ian in a well-fitted tux for seconds before the fire engulfed the photo.

Jesus, what could have happened?

“Ian, if you want to talk about it…”

He picked up another book and took a few pictures out shoving them into his pocket before he tossed it into the pile.

“Leave.”

“Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Blazing eyes scoured me before he looked back at the fire. “I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing.”

Sweat pooled on his forehead. He was covered in splintered wood. Ian Kemp had cracked, and he wasn’t coming back until he was ready.

Way too far into his headspace, he ignored me standing next to him.

I walked back to my house and watched him dismantle years of memories as he stared at the fire until it went out.

And then the house next to mine went completely quiet.

TEASERS


Meet KatE

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

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SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN by Kate Stewart is LIVE!

Today KFF’s celebrating the release of Kate Stewart’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN

Cover designed by Amy Queau – Q Design Cover and Premades

SOMEONE’S ELSES OCEAN by Kate Stewart is NOW AVAILABLE!
Amazon: U.S | U.K | CANADA | AUSTRALIA

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Blurb

The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars.
The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life’s cruelty, but we were planets apart.

We’d both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars…until we both got swept away.

Donna’s five star review on behalf of KFF

Koti was six years old when she first set eyes on Ian Kemp at St Thomas a beautiful coastal island. Experiencing a hot summer under the stars. Fast forward to years later and the both of them find themselves on that very island; however, life has taken more than a toll on the both of them and Ian is reluctant to have any kind of friendship with Koti. They both got swept away by the beautiful ocean of St Thomas, finding each other may be a chance at more than a holiday romance.

Koti has a lot of issues and finds solace on the island enjoying the ambience and working for a letting agency. She thinks she is weak, but reading between the lines Koti is much stronger than she gives herself credit for, even if deep down she feels she ran away from her previous life and is hiding out on the island. Koti chips away at Ian for some sort of friendship, but he is hard work and not at all the carefree boy she met all those years ago.

“Ian Kemp was beautiful at fourteen. He was gorgeous when he was twenty-five and stood on his parent’s porch waving at me before he left me with a crush. At thirty-eight, he was devastating…” 

Ian is a complex character that had his world turned upside down in the cruellest way imaginable. He is in the depths of despair and so much like Koti has run away to lick his wounds on St Thomas. He is a hot broody alpha male and he did not expect to collide with the little girl from all those years ago, now clearly a very beautiful woman.

The side characters are a very welcome addition and I loved the friendship between Koti and Jasmine. There is another character that will tug at your heartstrings and make you smile, but I won’t say who so not to give the story away; rest assured, everyone will love this additional person to the story.

Even though there was a bit of a push and pull between these two, watching them develop deeper feelings for each other was quite entertaining even if they couldn’t see it themselves. I wanted to bash their heads together at times. The chemistry and romance of this story were oozing from the pages. Ms Stewart is very descriptive and creative in her writing and it was as if I could hear and smell the waves of the ocean, along with feeling the soft sand between my toes. There is a playlist that accompanies the story and it is worth a listen just to tune in with the story.

I must say my heart never stopped beating fast watching their story unfold and find out the secrets of their pasts and how the story would resolve. I haven’t stopped thinking about Somebody Else’s Ocean. There is plenty of angst thrown in, with steaminess aplenty. I cannot recommend this book enough and it is a well worth five stars. Kudos to Ms Stewart, I can safely say you have given me a total book hangover. I will be definitely purchasing this book in paperback to have signed in the near future.

EXCERPT

Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.“Fack!” It was another one of the hundreds of curses that erupted from the Kemp kitchen.With wide eyes, I watched the wood fly across the porch and onto the sand and heard another loud crash as I stalked the house next door with my phone pressed to my ear.“So how is my son?” His mother asked as I saw more of Rowan Kemp’s kitchen fly over the railing, off the porch, and into the sand. “Is he adjusting well?”“Damnit! Oh, fack your motha,” Ian’s voice rang out in frustration. Giggling, I covered the mouthpiece of the phone as another cabinet door hit the sand. He’d been at it for a few hours. It started with an explosive phone call that I managed to avoid mostly due to my taking cover in the shower and ended with a bang.“He… is. It looks like he’s remodeling the kitchen.”In a flash, Ian stood on the porch only in shorts, his chest heaving, a bottle of the red in his hand. He studied the wood in the sand before he glanced at my house. I ducked out of his line of sight and answered her before more banging started. “He’s fine.”“Oh, that’s wonderful news. Maybe you could put him on the phone?”More growling ensued and then a clear, “Damn you! EISH!”“Well, at the moment, I think it would be impossible, he’s in the midst of demolition.”

I cringed at the ripping sound and poked my head out of my screen door just as he hurled more wood over the railing.

“You know he’s always been so good at things like that. He built his father a beautiful bookshelf for his study.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, as Ian unloaded an entire can of lighter fluid on the discarded wood. I raced around the bottom floor of my house and collected every fire extinguisher I had before I sat them next to my front door. Seconds later I heard the whoosh of the wood go up in flames. The rising inferno seemed to fuel him as he added more of his mother’s kitchen to it piece by piece.

Rowan went on, speaking of her pride and joy. “From boy scouts all the way through college, my boy excelled at everything he did. Honor student, swimming, tennis. I had to beat the women away with a stick.”

Ian chose that moment to snap another cabinet door in half over his knee and used his empty wine bottle to bat it into the burning pile.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, yes, he was such a ladies’ man before he met Tara, his ex-wife.”

Only mildly prepared, I walked out onto my porch at the same time Ian returned to it. He had several photo books in his hand. Rowan whispered in my ear as if he could hear her. “I was never really that fond of her, she seemed a little cold compared to his warmth.”

Ian pulled pictures from the books and began to burn them one by one. Something in my chest split as he walked around Rowan Kemp’s burning kitchen cabinets, tossing away what I was sure were irreplaceable pictures.

He had lost his shit. It was, without a doubt, Ian’s doomsday.

“Don’t!” I screamed from where I stood.

Ian ignored me as he tossed an entire book into the fire before shaking another so that the pictures fed the flames.

“Koti? What is it?” Rowan said anxiously on the phone.

“Oh nothing, I was just…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh, fine,” I said, as I paced the porch watching her son destroy his mother’s memories. He must have found the pictures in the linen closet. The Kemps had very few of their own things in the house.

“Rowan, I’m going to ask him if he needs any help.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “But please ask him to ring me.”

“Will do.” I was already running toward the small bonfire just as Ian tossed another picture into it.

“What are you doing!?”

“Privacy,” he said through thick lips. “That’s all I asked for.”

“Kind of hard to ignore you, Ian. Since you’ve gone all Tom Hanks Castaway—me man, me make fire!” I reached for the picture in his hand as he tossed it in. I watched it burn. It was a shot of a woman in her wedding dress who I assumed was Tara. She looked beautiful as she smiled at her groom. I was only able to admire Ian in a well-fitted tux for seconds before the fire engulfed the photo.

Jesus, what could have happened?

“Ian, if you want to talk about it…”

He picked up another book and took a few pictures out shoving them into his pocket before he tossed it into the pile.

“Leave.”

“Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Blazing eyes scoured me before he looked back at the fire. “I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing.”

Sweat pooled on his forehead. He was covered in splintered wood. Ian Kemp had cracked, and he wasn’t coming back until he was ready.

Way too far into his headspace, he ignored me standing next to him.

I walked back to my house and watched him dismantle years of memories as he stared at the fire until it went out.

And then the house next to mine went completely quiet.

TEASERS


Meet KatE

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

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KFF’s on tour with A WISH FOR US by Tillie Cole

 

 

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From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel,
A Wish For Us.

A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.

Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart.

Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within.

When Cromwell leaves behind the gray skies of England to study music in the South Carolina heat, the last thing he expects is to see her again. And he certainly doesn’t expect that she’ll stay in his head like a song on repeat.

Bonnie Farraday lives for music. She lets every note into her heart, and she doesn’t understand how someone as talented as Cromwell can avoid doing the same. He’s hiding from his past, and she knows it. She tries to stay away from him, but something keeps calling her back.

Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip.

But when a shadow falls over Bonnie, it’s up to Cromwell to be her light, in the only way he knows how. He must help her find the lost song in her fragile heart. He must keep her strong with a symphony only he can compose.

A symphony of hope.
A symphony of love.
A symphony of them.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

I virtually went into this book blind and I must say being in the dark adds to the enjoyment of the story, especially as I went on a journey of darkness, light and colours mixed with music.

Cromwell Dean is a very mysterious young man who is a DJ in Europe and a musical genius. He has a sea of fans but they don’t really know him, what he is capable of. Cromwell doesn’t let anybody see that side of him until he meets a girl called Bonnie Faraday who sees right through him on their chance encounter.

“Your music has no soul.”

Cromwell ends up going to America to study music and is shocked to find out the girl he had a brief meeting with studies at the same college. He is also shocked to see her and is mystified that she won’t leave his mind. Something about her makes the walls he has built crack. Bonnie loves music and she can’t grasp why Cromwell tries to push it away, hiding his talent. He has a bit of a reputation but Bonnie senses that it is a façade, and she decides to stay well clear of him. However, only some sort of draw keeps calling her back. Mixed together, it’s as if they are colour and beat, he has darkness and there is something about him that makes her heart skip a beat.

Whilst reading A Wish For Us, I felt like there was a long build up of cat and mouse between Bonnie and Cromwell, leaving me wanting more. What was behind the two of them, the way they were portrayed by the author was a delight to unravel. Bonnie was just as mysterious and when she suddenly has a darkness surrounding her, it’s Cromwell who has to face his fears and use music to reach out to her.

There are so many parts of this story that are tragic, it touched my heart and made me feel quite emotionally exhausted; thus said, there is so much beauty in the colours and the music. A beautiful tragically offering with broken and complicated characters. There are some topics that were quite the emotional experience. It opens your mind to the real struggles people go through.

Ms. Cole certainly knows how to tug at the heartstrings. I was given an unforgettable experience and would suggest that the future readers go in with a clear mind and listen to the playlist that accompanies A wish for Us. You will become the characters and feel everything through the music and maybe you’ll see colours, too. I couldn’t get the story out of my mind and that is always worthy of five stars, utterly beautiful. 

I let the rush of nicotine fill my lungs and closed my eyes. As my eyelids shut, I heard quiet music playing somewhere nearby. Classical. Mozart. My drunken mind immediately drifted off to when I was a little kid . . . “What do you hear, Cromwell?” my father asked. I closed my eyes and listened to the piece of music. Colors danced before my eyes. “Piano. Violins. Cellos . . .” I took a deep breath. “I can hear reds and greens and pinks.” I opened my eyes and looked up at my father as he sat on my bed. He was staring down at me. There was a funny expression on his face. “You hear colors?” he said. But he didn’t sound surprised. My face set on fire. I ducked my head under my duvet. My father pulled it down from my eyes. He stroked my hair. “That’s good,” he said, his voice kind of deep. “That’s very good . . .” My eyes snapped open. My hand started to ache. I looked at the bottle in my hand; my fingers were white as they gripped the neck. I sat up, my head spinning from the mass of whiskey in my body. My temples throbbed. I realized it wasn’t from the Jack, but from the music coming from further down the beach. I pushed my hair back from my face then looked to my right. Someone was only a few feet away. I squinted into the lightening night, summer’s early rising sun making it possible to make out the features of whoever the hell it was. It was a girl. A girl wrapped in a blanket. Her phone sat beside her, a Mozart piano concerto drifting quietly from the speaker. She must have felt me looking at her, because she turned her head. I frowned, wondering why I knew her face, but then—“You’re the DJ,” she said. Recognition dawned. It was the girl in the purple dress. She clutched her blanket closer around her as I replayed her accent in my head. American. Bible Belt was my guess, by her thick twang. She sounded like my mum. A smile tugged at her lips as I stayed mute. I wasn’t much of a talker. Especially when my gut was full of Jack and I had zero interest in making small talk with some girl I didn’t know at four in the morning on a cold beach in Brighton. “I’d heard of you,” she said. I stared back out over the sea. Ships sailed in the distance, their lights like tiny fireflies, bobbing up and down. I huffed a humorless laugh. Great. Another girl who wanted to screw the DJ. “Good for you,” I muttered and took a drink of my Jack, feeling the addictive burn slide down my throat. I hoped she’d piss off, or at least stop trying to talk to me. My head couldn’t take any more noise. “Not really,” she shot back. I looked over at her, eyebrows pulled down in confusion. She was looking out over the sea, her chin resting on her folded arms that lay over her bent knees. The blanket had fallen off her shoulders, revealing the purple dress I’d noticed from the podium. She turned to face me, cheek now on her arms. Heat zipped through me. She was pretty. “I’ve heard of you, Cromwell Dean.” She shrugged. “Decided to get a ticket to see you before I left for home tomorrow.” I lit up another cigarette. Her nose wrinkled. She clearly didn’t like the smell. Tough luck. She could move. Last time I checked, England was a free country. She went quiet. I caught her looking at me. Her brown eyes were narrowed, like she was scrutinizing me. Reading something in me that I didn’t want anyone to see. No one ever looked at me closely. I never gave them the chance. I thrived on the podium at clubs because it kept everyone far away, down on the dancefloor where no one ever saw the real me. The way she was looking at me now made nervous shivers break out over my skin. I didn’t need this kind of crap. “Already had my dick sucked tonight, love. Not looking for a second round.” She blinked, and even in the rising sun, I could see her cheeks redden. “Your music has no soul,” she blurted. My cigarette paused halfway to my mouth. Something managed to stab through my stomach at her words. I shoved it back down until I felt my usual sensation of numbness. I sucked on my cigarette. “Yeah? Well, them’s the breaks.” “I’d heard you were some messiah or something on that podium. But all your music comprised was synthetic beats and forced repetitive bursts of unoriginal tempo.” I laughed and shook my head. The girl met my eyes head-on. “It’s called electronic dance music. Not a fifty-piece orchestra.” I held out my arms. “You’ve heard of me. Said so yourself. You know what tunes I spin. What were you expecting? Mozart?” I glared at her phone, which was still playing that damn concerto. I sat back, surprised at myself. I hadn’t talked that much to anyone in . . . I didn’t know how long. I took in a drag, breathing out the smoke that was trapped in my chest. “And turn that thing off, will you? Who the hell goes to hear a dance DJ spin, then comes to a beach to listen to classical music?” The girl frowned but turned off the music. I lay back on the cold sand, closing my eyes. I heard the soft waves lapping the shore. My head filled with pale green. I heard the girl moving. I prayed she was leaving. But I felt her drop beside me. My world darkened as the whiskey and the usual lack of sleep started to pull me under. “What do you feel when you mix your music?” she asked. How the hell she thought her little interview was a good idea right now was beyond me. Yet, surprisingly, I found myself answering her question. “I don’t feel.” I cracked one eye open when she didn’t say anything. She was looking down at me. She had the biggest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Dark hair pulled off her face in a ponytail. Full lips and smooth skin. “Then that’s the problem.” She smiled, but the smile looked nothing but sad. Pitying. “The best music must be felt. By the creator. By the listener. Every part of it from creation to ear must be wrapped in nothing but feelings.” Some weird expression crossed over her face, but hell if I knew what it meant. Her words were a blade to my chest. I hadn’t expected her harsh comment. And I hadn’t expected the blunt trauma that she seemed to deliver right to my heart. Like she’d taken a butcher’s knife and sliced her way through my soul. My body itched to get up and run. To pluck out her assessment of my music from my memory. But instead I forced a laugh, and spat, “Go back home, little Dorothy. Back to where music means something. Where it’s felt.” “Dorothy was from Kansas.” She glanced away. “I’m not.” “Then go back to wherever the hell you’re from,” I snapped. Crossing my arms over my chest, I hunkered down into the sand and shut my eyes, trying to block out the cold wind that was picking up and slapping my skin, and her words that were still stabbing at my heart. I never let anything get to me like this. Not anymore. I just needed some sleep. I didn’t want to go back to my mum’s house here in Brighton, and my flat in London was too far away. So hopefully the cops wouldn’t find me here and kick me off the beach. With my eyes closed, I said, “Thanks for the midnight critique, but as the fastest-rising DJ in Europe, with the best clubs in the world begging for me to spin at their decks—all at nineteen—I think I’ll ignore your extensive notes and just keep on living my sweet as fuck life.”

 

 

 

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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What we’ve all been waiting for, A WISH FOR US by Tillie Cole, is LIVE!

 

 

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From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel,
A Wish For Us.

A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.

Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart.

Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within.

When Cromwell leaves behind the gray skies of England to study music in the South Carolina heat, the last thing he expects is to see her again. And he certainly doesn’t expect that she’ll stay in his head like a song on repeat.

Bonnie Farraday lives for music. She lets every note into her heart, and she doesn’t understand how someone as talented as Cromwell can avoid doing the same. He’s hiding from his past, and she knows it. She tries to stay away from him, but something keeps calling her back.

Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip.

But when a shadow falls over Bonnie, it’s up to Cromwell to be her light, in the only way he knows how. He must help her find the lost song in her fragile heart. He must keep her strong with a symphony only he can compose.

A symphony of hope.
A symphony of love.
A symphony of them.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

I virtually went into this book blind and I must say being in the dark adds to the enjoyment of the story, especially as I went on a journey of darkness, light and colours mixed with music.

Cromwell Dean is a very mysterious young man who is a DJ in Europe and a musical genius. He has a sea of fans but they don’t really know him, what he is capable of. Cromwell doesn’t let anybody see that side of him until he meets a girl called Bonnie Faraday who sees right through him on their chance encounter.

“Your music has no soul.”

Cromwell ends up going to America to study music and is shocked to find out the girl he had a brief meeting with studies at the same college. He is also shocked to see her and is mystified that she won’t leave his mind. Something about her makes the walls he has built crack. Bonnie loves music and she can’t grasp why Cromwell tries to push it away, hiding his talent. He has a bit of a reputation but Bonnie senses that it is a façade, and she decides to stay well clear of him. However, only some sort of draw keeps calling her back. Mixed together, it’s as if they are colour and beat, he has darkness and there is something about him that makes her heart skip a beat.

Whilst reading A Wish For Us, I felt like there was a long build up of cat and mouse between Bonnie and Cromwell, leaving me wanting more. What was behind the two of them, the way they were portrayed by the author was a delight to unravel. Bonnie was just as mysterious and when she suddenly has a darkness surrounding her, it’s Cromwell who has to face his fears and use music to reach out to her.

There are so many parts of this story that are tragic, it touched my heart and made me feel quite emotionally exhausted; thus said, there is so much beauty in the colours and the music. A beautiful tragically offering with broken and complicated characters. There are some topics that were quite the emotional experience. It opens your mind to the real struggles people go through.

Ms. Cole certainly knows how to tug at the heartstrings. I was given an unforgettable experience and would suggest that the future readers go in with a clear mind and listen to the playlist that accompanies A wish for Us. You will become the characters and feel everything through the music and maybe you’ll see colours, too. I couldn’t get the story out of my mind and that is always worthy of five stars, utterly beautiful. 

 

 

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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EDGE OF RETRIBUTION by JACOB CHANCE IS AVAILABLE NOW!

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Title: The Edge of Retribution

Author: Jacob Chance

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Sybil Wilson, PopKitty Design

Release Date: 10th May, 2018

 

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SYNOPSIS

Landing my dream job has me eagerly looking toward the future. But when I see Nash Garrison after six long years, my world is thrown completely off its axis.

He was my only friend and confidant during the worst days of my life, and I fell hopelessly in love with him. No eighteen year old girl could resist his protective nature and charming grin. I was no exception.

Now, together, we’re about to bring down the man responsible for my parents’ deaths. Revenge has been the driving force fueling every decision I’ve ever made – except for Nash.

What is it about him that sends the most rational parts of my brain into a tailspin? And how do I balance on the edge of retribution without tumbling into heartbreak once more?

 

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

Zoe Thomas is not the average eighteen-year-old girl one would expect as she’s been through more than most. The daughter of two FBI agents who are brutally murdered finds herself under the protection of the FBI. One of the agents who has been assigned to her is Nash Garrison and is older in years than her. A bond being around each other twenty-four seven is formed. Their attraction grows, but Nash can’t cross the line; after all, it’s his job to protect Zoe and not take advantage of her youth and vulnerability.

“There can’t be anything between us, Zoe. It’s never going to happen, and you need to let this schoolgirl – older man fantasy go. Do you hear me?”

Fast forward six years and Zoe has now begun her dream job in the FBI. When she bumps into Nash, all her old feelings come flowing back, and she realises that she is still hopelessly in love with him. Nonetheless, Zoe doesn’t want any distractions as her primary focus is bringing down the man that was behind the brutal murder of her parents and finally get retribution.

“Hi, I’m  with the Girl Scouts would you like to buy some cookies?”

“Zoe? Wait.. that was you?”

Right from the very first page to the end I was treated to a full of thrills and spills story. It’s entails angst, suspense and romance with a touch of humour. Very cleverly written, it makes you think you know where it’s going only to be thrown right off the scent. Told from a dual point of view was a welcome attribute to get inside their minds and read their thoughts, too. Zoe is a sassy, strong-willed heroine and in her time of adversity, she never lets it get her down, making her a truly likable character. Nash is a protective alpha male but also has this way about him that makes him swoon-worthy. He has a constant need to keep Zoe safe.

This romantic suspense novel was so action-packed it made my head spin. I was desperate to know the who, what and why. It never left my thoughts and was relieved to have had an extended weekend to devour and discover where I was being led to. Apart from the good guys, we have a share of baddies. All characters lead and secondary were a real joy to read. The author has once again shown his versatility in his works, and I loved everything about Edge of Retribution. Seeing as the plot and characters are on point and the intense steamy scenes fitted perfectly into the two protagonists’ tale, I couldn’t recommend readers one-clicking this rollercoaster of a ride more. Its five stars are well-deserved and if I could given this book more, I would have.

 

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AUTHOR BIO

Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

An author of erotic thrillers and sports romance, he plans to write many more sexy, suspenseful stories.

 

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EDGE OF RETRIBUTION by JACOB CHANCE is LIVE!

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Title: The Edge of Retribution

Author: Jacob Chance

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Sybil Wilson, PopKitty Design

Release Date: 10th May, 2018

 

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SYNOPSIS

Landing my dream job has me eagerly looking toward the future. But when I see Nash Garrison after six long years, my world is thrown completely off its axis.

He was my only friend and confidant during the worst days of my life, and I fell hopelessly in love with him. No eighteen year old girl could resist his protective nature and charming grin. I was no exception.

Now, together, we’re about to bring down the man responsible for my parents’ deaths. Revenge has been the driving force fueling every decision I’ve ever made – except for Nash.

What is it about him that sends the most rational parts of my brain into a tailspin? And how do I balance on the edge of retribution without tumbling into heartbreak once more?

 

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Edge of Retribution is ONLY #99pennies for a limited time!

Amazon: U.S | U.K | CANADA | AUSTRALIA

 

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

Zoe Thomas is not the average eighteen-year-old girl one would expect as she’s been through more than most. The daughter of two FBI agents who are brutally murdered finds herself under the protection of the FBI. One of the agents who has been assigned to her is Nash Garrison and is older in years than her. A bond being around each other twenty-four seven is formed. Their attraction grows, but Nash can’t cross the line; after all, it’s his job to protect Zoe and not take advantage of her youth and vulnerability.

“There can’t be anything between us, Zoe. It’s never going to happen, and you need to let this schoolgirl – older man fantasy go. Do you hear me?”

Fast forward six years and Zoe has now begun her dream job in the FBI. When she bumps into Nash, all her old feelings come flowing back, and she realises that she is still hopelessly in love with him. Nonetheless, Zoe doesn’t want any distractions as her primary focus is bringing down the man that was behind the brutal murder of her parents and finally get retribution.

“Hi, I’m  with the Girl Scouts would you like to buy some cookies?”

“Zoe? Wait.. that was you?”

Right from the very first page to the end I was treated to a full of thrills and spills story. It’s entails angst, suspense and romance with a touch of humour. Very cleverly written, it makes you think you know where it’s going only to be thrown right off the scent. Told from a dual point of view was a welcome attribute to get inside their minds and read their thoughts, too. Zoe is a sassy, strong-willed heroine and in her time of adversity, she never lets it get her down, making her a truly likable character. Nash is a protective alpha male but also has this way about him that makes him swoon-worthy. He has a constant need to keep Zoe safe.

This romantic suspense novel was so action-packed it made my head spin. I was desperate to know the who, what and why. It never left my thoughts and was relieved to have had an extended weekend to devour and discover where I was being led to. Apart from the good guys, we have a share of baddies. All characters lead and secondary were a real joy to read. The author has once again shown his versatility in his works, and I loved everything about Edge of Retribution. Seeing as the plot and characters are on point and the intense steamy scenes fitted perfectly into the two protagonists’ tale, I couldn’t recommend readers one-clicking this rollercoaster of a ride more. Its five stars are well-deserved and if I could given this book more, I would have.

 

Image may contain: 1 person, text

 

AUTHOR BIO

Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

An author of erotic thrillers and sports romance, he plans to write many more sexy, suspenseful stories.

 

FOLLOW JACOB

 Reader’s Group | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter

 Goodreads Author Page | Amazon Author Page | BookBub

Email Jacob

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