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Thursday, June 9, 2016

RELEASE DAY BLITZ - To Hate Adam Connor by Ella Maise

Title: To Hate Adam Connor
Author: Ella Maise
Release Date: June 9, 2016
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So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.

Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…

While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.

After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?

Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.

This is a seriously fun book, with the right balance of humor and sexiness. There's also some angst and heartbreak involved, but nothing that's over the top. I enjoyed the banter between Lucy and Adam, along with the chemistry and building sexual tension. Both Adam and Lucy are fairly well developed characters and they complement each other very well. Now, while Adam and Lucy are great, the best is Adam's 5y.o. son Aiden. Ms. Maise did a fine job of correctly portraying a 5y.o., the way he's written makes him seem believable.

ARC provided in exchange for honest review.

“What is this?” he asked as his hand smoothed his wet T-shirt. He lifted his hand and shook off some of the water. We’d gotten him good. My eyes followed his hand because, oh Lord, I could see the outline of his abs and those pecs…Jesus. What a glorious view. He took a step forward, and I took a step back.
“Don’t come any closer.” I raised the gun.
He stopped, the expression on his face making my lady parts purr. Those eyes…goddamnit, those eyes!
“We’re cheering Aiden up,” I explained as I backed away from him since it didn’t look like he intended to stop.
“We? Looks to me like I’m the one doing all the work.”
“Well, you are the one who made him sad after all. It’s just a little water, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star, you won’t melt away.”
“I think you will—”
I didn’t let him finish and blasted him with more water, right on his crotch.
He stopped speaking and looked down at his now wet pants. When he glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow, I braced the gun at my hip and shrugged.
“Run, Lucy. Run for your life,” he murmured and then lunged at me. I saw him throw away his gun and before he could get to me, I turned around and ran.
“Incoming!” I yelled, letting Aiden know his dad was coming out. Another blast of water hit Adam’s face just before he could catch me. His fingers touched my arm, but with my ninja skills, I squealed and managed to slip away from him and the tingles his hand caused every freaking time he touched me.
Since my gun was empty, I reached for the fifth gun we’d hidden in the backyard and hit Adam from the other side.
Adam advanced toward Aiden, and he jumped up and ran away, laughing and screaming.
“Daddy, you can’t catch us!”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
“You’re all wet now! We got you!”
“When I get my hands on you two, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
Adam pretended to catch Aiden, but then let him skirt away from him.
“You’re not catching Lucy! Catch Lucy!” Aiden screamed as he eyed his father to guess which way he’d run next.
“Hey now!” I yelled, but it was too late, my water gun jammed—the stupid thing. Before I could figure out what was wrong with it and fix it quickly, Adam quickened his steps and almost caught me.
Dropping the gun, I twisted away from him, but I was too slow. His arm sneaked around my waist, and he caught me just as I’d started running away. His chest cushioned my fall and I grunted with the force he drew me to himself. He circled his arms around me and whispered into my ear.
“Thank you for making him laugh, Lucy. But…”
I didn’t melt, nor did my heart quicken. Not at all. Zilch. I didn’t like him very much after all.
“I’m afraid I have to take you down. Aiden!” he shouted, and Aiden appeared in front of us, holding his weapon high.
“Aiden! Man down! Help me, little human!” I shouted.
“Let her go, Daddy!”
“Come and get her if you want her so much,” Adam replied, and his arms gave me a light squeeze as he leaned down and secretly pressed his lips against my neck.
The son of a bitch!
“I’ll save you, Lucy!”
Feeling free, safe, and happy, I dropped my head back on Adam’s shoulder and our eyes met. The smile that was stretching my lips slowly disappeared when I saw the look in his eyes.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit!
“You can’t look at me like that,” I whispered as he slowly backed us up. Despite all the cold water I’d shot at him, his body was surprisingly warm against my back. And firm. And mouthwatering. And heart-quickening.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not supposed to like you.”
The smile he gave me was soft and then suddenly his fingers were laced with mine against my chest. “But I like you very much, Lucy.”
And just like that, before I could curse him, there was cold water all over my face.
“Aiden!” I sputtered as Adam’s chest shook with laughter.
“I’m shooting at him, Lucy! You’re in my way!”
“Aim at his face!” I yelled back.
“He got you!”
“He is right,” Adam repeated his son’s words. “I think I got you.”
“Think again,” I muttered and gave him a pitiful push with my elbow. And then another. I was pretty sure I hurt myself more than I did him. Pathetic, I know…
He pulled me and we were falling back, and darn it, but I was still in his arms and couldn’t find it in me to complain.
We fell back into the pool with a big splash, and Adam let go of me. I swam back to the surface and gasped for air. As soon as Adam’s head was above the water, Aiden started spraying him with more water. I joined his son and splashed him as much as I could.
Adam lifted his arm and wiped the water off his eyes. After a mock growl, he yelled, “I’m coming for you, Aiden.”
I looked behind me to see Aiden squealing and running back inside the house. It was a good thing he’d remained fairly dry; I would’ve bet the hardwood floors and all those soft carpets had cost Adam some good money. When I turned my head back and saw Adam slowly swimming toward me, I panicked and tried my best to get away from him until my back hit the edge of the pool.
Adam dropped a little under water until all I could see were those glittering green eyes. Then before I could control my heavy breathing and give my heart a good shake so it could get itself together, he was on me. His arms held on to the edge and trapped me in between his body and the tiled wall of the pool.
“First, you,” he said and my eyes dropped to his mouth. He wasn’t breathing as hard as I was, but he didn’t look all that calm either. “You have anything to say? Maybe an apology so I’ll take it easier on you?” he asked and my eyes jumped up to his.
“Why would I apologize?”
“For ambushing me.”
I tilted my head and tapped at my lips a few times with my index finger. “Nope.”
“Good.”
And just like that his lips were on mine. I grunted and tried to push his chest off me, but then his hands grabbed one of mine from between us and laced our fingers again.
Damn him.
Damn him and his skillful tongue that had just pushed its way into my mouth.
I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.
Publishing my debut novel, I’m Yours is the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done before. However, it is also by far the most exciting thing. I can only hope to become a better writer with each new book.
My beautiful girl (A Golden Retriever) is my sunshine all year around, but I still prefer Fall over any other seasons. Danishes, In&Out Burger, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, and Peanut Butter M&M’s will always stay as my guilty pleasures, and they can also double as bribes!
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

BLOG TOUR REVIEW - Unbearable by Cynthia St. Aubin

Title: Unbearable (The Case Files of Matilda Schmidt, Paranormal Psychologist #4)
Author: Cynthia St. Aubin
Release Date: 15 July 2014
Series or Standalone: Series
Genre: Paranormal

Synopsis:


When you can't grin and bear it... 

Paranormal Psychologist, Matilda Schmidt is sick of secrets. But when her troubled mother falls into dangerous hands, she must enlist the help of the two men who may be hiding the most: the hot-bodied demigod who's suddenly tight-lipped about his current client, and the delicious hit man who's been concealing much more than a gun in his pocket. 

Faced with the destruction of her tidy life at the paws of three rowdy werebears, and protected only by an immortal egg on the edge, Matilda will have to come riding to her own rescue, or risk a life that's anything but happily ever after.



BOOK LINKS Goodreads | Amazon


EXCERPT

“What are you wearing?” Crixus’s voice was clear and unsullied by sleep—a direct contrast to my own, which hovered right at the edge of ‘do not operate heavy machinery.’ He had answered on the second ring, a good sign he wasn’t plowing Goldilocks like a spring field, or so I told myself.
            “My raincoat and galoshes. But I’m taking them off as we speak.” My cell phone, thankfully, like the bed I settled onto cross-legged—had remained mostly dry.
            “Anything under the raincoat?”
            “Save it,” I said. “I need your magic.”
            “Now you’re talking.” The smile in his voice was as radiant as the sun reaching gilded fingers into the gray dawn.
            “Not that kind of magic. So far tonight, my apartment has been home to three bears, eight firemen, and one immortal egg. I’m in no mood.” Twice now, I had depended upon Crixus to undo the damage wrought upon my apartment and office by his retinue of squirrely supernatural guests. It was the one power the demigod possessed I wouldn’t mind stealing for myself.
That, and the spontaneous orgasms.
            “And you didn’t invite me?”
            “Since when did you need an invitation?” Crixus’s propensity to pop into my life at his leisure had been a contention of mine since we first met. My office, my car, even my bedroom, he invaded with the carefree indifference of a child hopping rides at the amusement park. And still, he managed to be frequently unavailable when I needed him.
            “If I could be there, I would.” His voice lacked its usual cocktail of arrogance and caprice. He almost sounded earnest.


AUTHOR INFO:

Cynthia St. Aubin wrote her first play at age eight and made her brothers perform it for the admission price of gum wrappers. A steal, considering she provided the wrappers in advance. Though her early work debuted to mixed reviews, she never quite gave up on the writing thing, even while earning a mostly useless master's degree in art history and taking her turn as a cube monkey in the corporate warren.

Because the voices in her head kept talking to her, and they discourage drinking at work, she started writing instead. When she's not standing in front of the fridge eating cheese, she's hard at work figuring out which mythological, art historical, or paranormal friends to play with next. She lives in Colorado with the love of her life and three surly cats.

AUTHOR LINKS:
Find out more about Cynthia St. Aubin on her website.
REVIEW:
This is yet one more hilarious story involving Matilda Schmidt, reluctant psychologist to the paranormal world. If you haven't read the first three books in the series, I highly suggest you do because each book is more outrageously funny than the last.

If you've read the first books in the series, you already know a bit about Matilda's mother, and that's who the main issue is in this installment of the series. In reality, schizophrenia is obviously no laughing matter, but for the sake of this story, it's written just right; Matilda's newest client is none other than Humpty Dumpty, who's currently being hunted by the three bears (of Goldilocks' fame). Mix in more off the charts sexual tension between Matilda and Crixus, and Matilda and Liam and you've got one hell of a story that will keep you laughing from start to finish.

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Book provided in exchange for honest review.


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