Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Bad Romeo by Leisa Rayven


What it’s about
When Cassie Taylor met Ethan Holt at acting school, sparks flew. She was the good girl actress. He was the bad boy about campus. But one fated casting choice for Romeo and Juliet changed it all. Like the characters they were playing, Cassie and Ethan's romance seemed destined. Until he broke her heart and betrayed her trust. Now the A-list heartthrob is back in her life and turning her world around. One touch at a time.

Cast as romantic leads once again, they're forced to confront raw memories of the heartbreaking lows and pulse-pounding highs of their secret college affair. But they'll also they'll discover that people who rub each other the wrong way often make the best sparks.

 Publication date: 12/23

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21411058-bad-romeo

Crista's Review


2.5  Frustrating Stars!

Bad Romeo is a perfect example of when a potentially excellent book takes a few wrong turns and almost ends up in the “did not finish” reading pile.  It has an excellent premise, characters that I wanted to love, and an interesting way of telling the story with a series of flashbacks. Unfortunately, the amount of time it took for our hero to finally succumb to the undeniable attraction during the flashback scenes and the amount of time it takes our heroine to forgive our hero in the present day scenes proved too much for my patience.

Ethan Holt and Cassie Taylor meet in college when they are both accepted into a prestigious acting school.  They prove from early on that they have an undeniable and rare chemistry on-stage.  This is a chemistry that is also felt off-stage as well, but Ethan has no intention of acting on his attraction.  He is a character with deep- seated emotional pain and wants nothing to do with a committed relationship.

Cassie Taylor is extremely attracted to Ethan and tells him in a myriad of ways how much she’d like to be a relationship with him.  I liked her, but after awhile, he endless pursuit and obsession with Ethan came to seem a bit desperate and weak.

Once the reason for Ethan’s hesitation to commit is brought to light, it helped me understand his hesitancy to commit to Cassie a little more, but not entirely.  I felt that his past did not warrant his dramatic resistance to human connection and love.

This book is an endless case of a “cat and mouse” chase.  Cassie is chasing Ethan and he’s resisting.  Then the tables turn and Ethan is chasing Cassie and she’s resisting.  It was at first intriguing, then frustrating, and by the end when they finally figure things out (at 93% on my Kindle), I just didn’t care anymore.

In my humble opinion, the climax of this book was too little too late.

*An advanced copy of the book was provided by St. Martin's Press via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*


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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Release Day Promo: The King (The Original Sinners, #6) by Tiffany Reisz - Excerpt & Giveaway


What it’s about
Cunning. Sex. Pure nerve. Only this potent threesome can raise him to his rightful place as ruler of Manhattan's kink kingdom.

Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side—handsomely paid in both bills and blackmail fodder—Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act or chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive apathy—only Søren, the one person he loves without limit or regret. A man he can never have, but in whose hands Kingsley is reborn to attain even greater heights of sin. He plans to open the ultimate BDSM club¬: a dungeon playground for New York's A-list that'll change the scene forever.

The club becomes Kingsley's obsession—and he's enlisted some tough-as-nails help. His new assistant Sam is smart, secretive and totally immune to seduction (by men, at least). She and Kingsley make a wicked team. Still, their combined—and considerable—expertise in domination can't subdue the man who would kill their dream. The enigmatic Reverend Fuller won't rest until King's dream is destroyed. It's one man's sacred mission against another's….

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19233301-the-king?from_search=true


Excerpt

“King?” came a woman’s voice behind Kingsley. Without looking back he raised his hand and beckoned her inside. A beautiful young woman in a forties-style skirt and blouse stood next to his chair and waited.
He wrapped an arm around her hips and dragged her down to his lap.
“You’re interrupting,” he said to her. “Can’t you see how busy I am?”
“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t mean to interrupt your,” she glanced down at the table and back into Kingsley’s eyes, “card game?”
Kingsley pointed at Søren.
“Blaise, I would like you to meet my oldest and dearest friend…” he paused and looked at Søren when he realized he didn’t know if he was allowed to tell anyone Søren’s name. Out in the world he’d gone by the name his father had given him—Marcus Stearns. Even now he was Father Marcus Stearns, SJ according to church records. Søren was the name his mother had given him and few called him that. “Who the hell are you again?”
Søren stretched out his hand and took Blaise’s.
“Søren. Kingsley and I went to school together.”
“I’m Blaise,” she said and gave Søren her brightest smile and the most unapologetic bedroom eyes Kingsley had ever seen. So unfair. Why did Søren always turn every head in the room? Kingsley looked at Søren who today wore normal clothes. Normal? Black jeans, a fitted black long-sleeve t-shirt. They’d be normal clothes on anyone but Søren. In them, Søren looked like something out of a fever dream. He couldn’t blame Blaise for looking at Søren the way she did.
But he did wonder why Søren looked at her the same way.
“Blaise, might I inquire what you’re doing interrupting this incredibly important card game of mine?”
“Against my better judgment, I answered the phone and took a message for you. But don’t get any ideas that I’m your new secretary although you need to get a new secretary-”
“I will, chouchou. I promise.”
“You said that last week.”
“I got a new secretary last week.”
“Where is she?”
“She quit.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”
Blaise turned her attention back to Søren.
“Can you please tell your oldest and dearest friend to stop seducing his secretaries so they’ll stop quitting on him when they catch him fucking someone else?”
“Kingsley,” Søren said, shuffling the cards again. “Stop seducing your secretaries so they’ll stop quitting on you.”
“Thank you.” Blaise gave Søren a smile.
“My pleasure,” Søren said. Kingsley mentally slapped them both.
“Give me the message,” Kingsley said, running his hand up her thigh and caressing the bare skin above her flesh-tone stockings.
Blaise reached into her nearly translucent pale pink blouse and produced a folded note from inside her lace-trimmed bra.
Kingsley unfolded the note, still warm from her body and read.
Tonight at nine. - Phoebe
Kingsley tensed when he read the words and briefly considered lying his way out of the situation. She’d understand if he had to reschedule. He did have a guest after all. But no, he needed the leverage. He couldn’t risk losing this chance.
“I have to go,” Kingsley said to Blaise and Søren. “I won’t be gone long—an hour or so. You’ll keep my guest company, won’t you?” he asked Blaise.
“Happily.” Her thousand-watt smile brightened a few more watts. With her on his lap he could feel the heat emanating between her legs.
“Good. You two have so much in common, so much to talk about. Blaise, tell Søren what you do.”
“I run a non-profit,” she said, leaning forward on the table and resting her chin on her hand. The move allowed everyone in the room to get a much clearer view of her soft, ample cleavage.
“A non-profit?” Søren continued shuffling the cards while never once looking away from Blaise.
“Tell him what it does.” Kingsley pinched her on the thigh and she shuddered in pleasure. “Our Blaise is trés altruistic.”
“It’s called Slut Pride. We’re a non-profit that helps educate people about women’s sexual freedom, especially in regards to women’s participation in BDSM activities. Some people like to tell us that it’s not feminist to like to get flogged. I say it’s not feminist to tell a woman what she can and can’t do. Enough about me. What do you do?” she asked Søren.
“I’m a Catholic priest.”
Blaise said nothing. She gawked at Søren with her full red-lipped mouth ajar. And then she laughed, a warm throaty laugh that filled the room.
“You’re terrible. I almost believed you.”
Søren winked at Kingsley. Kingsley had never guessed Søren had this flirtatious side to him. Back in their school days Søren had been feared and envied by all the other boys and Søren had almost never spoken to anyone but the other priests. Kingsley realized that other than his sister, he’d never seen Søren around a beautiful woman before. Interesting. The man was human after all. Even if he was a priest.
“I must be off. You two chat, become friends. Blaise, peut-être you should explain BDSM to my friend. I’m sure he’ll find it fascinating.”
“I’m sure I will,” Søren said. “We’ll be fine, Kingsley. Have a lovely evening.”
Kingsley patted Blaise’s shapely bottom and she stood up and let him out. On his way from the dining room he heard Blaise asking Søren, “So what do you really do?”
And Søren replied, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Meet Tiffany Reisz
Tiffany Reisz is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Original Sinners series for Mira Books (Harlequin/Mills & Boon). Tiffany's books inhabit a sexy shadowy world where romance, erotica and literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. She describes her genre as "literary friction," a term she stole from her main character, who gets in trouble almost as often as the author herself.

She lives in Portland, Oregon. If she couldn't write, she would die.

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