The One For Me| Review

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Seventeen-year- old Katy couldn’t find good luck if it were in an open pail. Her parents announce their divorce and her boyfriend, Hayden, of a year breaks up with her for long legged hottie, Holly, all in one week. Katy’s luck might as well be buried with her dignity, when she is partnered up with Avalon High School’s own bad by Liam Erickson.

Katy follows Liam after he ditches her to go to a party, where she finds Hayden and Holly swapping spit in her face. Furious, Katy kisses Liam to get back at Hayden, leaving her with a re-bound girl and new class hoe, reputation.

Determined to save the last bit of her reputation, she proposes Liam a deal, a good reputation with his teachers, if he will ‘pretend’ to be her boyfriend, to stop the rumors. Katy deals with her parents’ divorce, her reputation being ruined and finds herself having more in common with Liam than she ever imagined. By the end, Katy can’t tell who is ‘pretending’ and who isn’t.

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More Than A Memory| Review

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“You’re gorgeous. Even better looking than the day I fell in love with you.”

The words are a constant reminder of what true love is. Olivia Dawson’s alarm goes off at the same time every day and she disappears into her room to hear Duncan’s voice, see his face, miss him even more for being untouchable. Olivia loves with her entire heart, and her love for Duncan is unmatched, but there’s something about her new roommate she just can’t seem to ignore—no matter how hard she tries.

“I miss you so much.”
“Can’t be more than I miss you.”

The words are a constant reminder of how unavailable Olivia is, and Bryson Daniels isn’t one for competition off the baseball field, but since the moment he knocked on the door to his new apartment and his roommate “Ollie” wasn’t who he expected, he can’t help but consider bending a few of his rules—even if it means heeding to Olivia’s.

“I love you, sweet cheeks. Chat with you later?”

Bryson hears the conversations through the paper thin walls, but there’s a pain inside Olivia he can’t seem to walk away from. He vows to be there for her when the voice on the other side of the computer inevitably breaks her heart, but will he ever be able to compete with someone who’s more than a memory?

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Descendant Blast!

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Descendant by L.J. Amodeo
Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Publication Date: May 26th, 2015
Language: English
Genre: Young Adult Supernatural Romance
Paperback: 325 pages

 

About the Book
A forbidden love, a sacred bloodline, and a powerful gift, plagues the last remaining descendant with an unspeakable burden and an unforgivable fate. Seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Anne Morgan is no stranger to the paranormal world.
Haunted by voices and visions for most of her young life, she begins to question her sanity as a teen,setting her apart as an outcast in school.
In quatrains and sacred manuscripts, a Chosen One is prophesied, yet Elizabeth does not know she is the descendant of the holiest woman who ever walked the earth. The whispers and cries, meant for her mind only, are those of lost souls pleading to be liberated by the true holder of the key.
In her senior year of high school, Elizabeth meets two strangers, both who know her secret and who turn her world upside down.Meanwhile, her only friend Freddie, loyal,
devoted and secretly in love with her, stands quietly in the shadows of her life as she begins to unfold the mystery of who she is destined to become.

About the Author

LJ Amodeo was born and raised in New York. A wife and busy mother of three, she juggles many jobs as a devoted NYC middle school foreign language teacher, owner/founder of BizzyMom Productions, and author of the Descendant Series. LJ, always had a flare for writing and attended St. John’s University with hopes of someday becoming a journalist. However, her passion of working with adolescents, inspired her to become a public school teacher. She always knew that working with kids would be her greatest reward and joy.
LJ first started her writing career on a whim of imagination, subliminal messages in 2009. She is enthusiastic about her first novel DESCENDANT scheduled to come out in the spring of 2015. Long hours and many sleepless nights, her thoughts are transcribed into this high paced, dark young adult/crossover paranormal romance. This epic novel is the first book in a series. Book two, THE CONCEPTION will be released late summer, 2015.

Author: LJ Amodeo
Title: Descendant
Series: Book One
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Publishing House: Crushing Hearts and Black Butteryfly
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/JIaDhpnGocA

EXCERPTS:

Chapter 1:

Another morning, another night with the same dream; my father applauding my performance of Beethoven’s Silence. He sat beside me on the bench of the baby grand, clapping exuberantly and cheering, “Bravissima!”  I could almost feel his lips brushing over my hair as I sat there staring out my window. I missed him. Not a day went by that I didn’t feel his absence, in my heart, and in our home.
Feeling sluggish from a restless night’s sleep, I thought about my father, reliving the last time I saw him. Remembering him as the kind, loving father who had nurtured me as a child, got harder every day. My memories now, were of a man who shouted obscenities instead of praises. A man who had lost his mind.
Terrifying me, until I felt broken. The man who walked out on us almost eight years ago, no longer resembled the one I called Dad. He became a stranger, yet he still haunted my dreams. The ghost who lingered in my mind and soul. A burden I wondered if I could handle much longer.

Chapter 9:

Reluctantly, I opened the Jeep door and stepped out. My heart slammed in my chest, as my toes curled in my Converse. He lifted his head to get a better look at me. Lightheaded would describe how he made me feel. My legs attempting to stall, I walked slowly toward him desperately searching for something to say, wondering how to strike up a conversation before he slipped away again; like he had in the library and in language class. If I wanted to know him, I needed to seize the moment. I had to reach deep in my gut and yank out my voice.
Michael hopped off the purple painted rock, waiting for someone or something. I turned sheepishly to see if anyone else was walking toward him besides me. Today, the campus was eerily desolate, except for me and my beautiful Adonis. His eyes followed my stride as I walked awkwardly toward the main building. I had no idea of his intentions or why, out of all the students on campus, he’d be waiting for me. But today, it didn’t matter. I wanted him to be waiting for me. I wanted to know him in the worst possible way, when unsuspectingly, he stepped in front of me, blocking my path and interrupting my thoughts. I stumbled back clutching my messenger bag to my chest, almost protectively.
“What’s your problem?” I flinched defensively.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he smiled shyly. “You’re, Elizabeth, right?” His voice reflecting a slight accent.
My mouth dropped open with only a breath to spare. The sound of his voice saying my name left me speechless, utterly helpless, and foolishly staring at him. He smiled, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Chapter 10:

Freddie looked at me, wide eyed, “Wait! Did this femme fatale just say you’re sleeping over?” he stammered, looking to me with concern in his eyes, and then peering at Sam furiously. “Aren’t you a little old to be having a pajama party? Isn’t that for twelve year olds? Beth, if it’s a ride home you need, I can pick you up later. Better yet, I can come hang out with you girls until you’re ready to go home.” Freddie said, stumbling on his words this time. “Then I can have my dad pick us up.”

“Freddie, relax, my mom knows. Besides, I’m a big girl now. I think I can handle a sleepover. Hey, you’re not jealous that you weren’t invited, are you?” I taunted him with pouting lips, and puppy dog eyes.
“Really, I don’t mind chilling with you girls,” he repeated, almost begging. Even though he shoveled ice cream in his mouth like a child rather than a college-bound, soon-to-be eighteen-year-old.

Sam sat watching him, disgusted with his pathetic display of table manners, yet calculating how to appease him. “Poor boy! Did your mommy not allow you to have a sleep out? How about I make you a deal?”
Sam said, smiling a tad malevolently.
“A deal! Wow, now that’s original coming from you,” Freddie sneered. Something had him seriously agitated.
Sam no longer smiled. She stared at Freddie without blinking. The two of them had become like an old married couple. Bickering any chance they had. It amused me to know that opposites really did attract. As black and white, or night and day as these two were, they were cute together, as I imagined Michael and I would
“Anyway, as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted, about our deal. A choice––either let me give you a much-needed leech facial to get rid of your unsightly zits—or we dye your hair green. I know how much you love your hair,” she said tossing a fry at him. “Your choice Fredster. And you damn well know I never give choices. Therefore, agree to one and I’ll invite you into my home. For that matter, I’d even let you sleep in my bed,” she jeered at him.

Chapter 28:

I snapped my laptop shut and turned off my lamp. I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling fan for some time. The faint glow of the moon sketched the outline of spinning blades against the white canvas ceiling. My lids fell heavily, as did my heart. I cried for the two that I loved, until I fell into a dismal slumber.

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Musical voices speaking my name awakened me. The radiant moon illuminated the empty
road. I knew it was my duty to go to them. I was not afraid. A euphoric feeling guided me toward the angelic voices, showing me the way to the gate leading to the point where Heaven rests upon the Earth.
In the distant shadows of the moon’s reflection, a small child waited. She was beautiful, like the children who once played by the lake dressed in creamy garb. Her golden locks swayed in the gentle summer winds. Her sweet smile curved her dimpled cheeks, as she beckoned to me. She spoke in a foreign tongue, “adeo mihi,” she laughed as she playfully flitted off into the woods, wanting me to follow her. Gleefully, I chased her through the forest, calling for her to come out from her hiding place.
I could only hear the faint laughter of her enchanting voice as we ran past the tall trees.
In the opposite direction, I heard another voice, not laughing, instead whimpering. I stopped
several yards away to observe another child, a boy, crouching over a small injured bird. His big blue eyes looked up at me, but instantly, he fled into the darkness of the forest and the little bird took flight.
I could clearly hear both of their mischievous laughter in the silence of the woods.

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The Voyeur Next Door

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He lived next door.

Alison Eckrich was an expert at being invisible. Having been raised by a mother who saw only flaws, she had learned long ago to watch and never participate. Until him. He was gorgeous from what little she could make out through his bathroom window and he awakened things inside her she had always been told was wrong. But she didn’t care.

She was addicted.

Gabriel Madoc was no stranger to the cold sting of betrayal. His broken heart had left him hard and bitter and that was how he liked it. Until her. She was a vision in the soft twilight. Everything about her called to him. It didn’t even matter he couldn’t see her face.

He wanted her.

The rules were simple: No names. No faces. No attachments. They both had what the other needed so long as they never broke the rules. But what will happen when the mystery is unveiled and they both come face to face with the truth and each other? Is what they shared in the cloak of darkness enough to keep them together, or will reality tear them apart?

This book was the right amount of steamy and sappy. The storyline was amazing and when you got to the moments of Q and Aoifa, it was enough to make you blush. Those moments made it hard to read the book in public. As you’re reading, you’re watching things unfold and I wondered what would be the moment that the truth was revealed. That was the big question that I had, and I honestly never expected the twist the book turn. It ripped me apart on the inside and I was in tears until the end. Airicka wrote probably one of the sappiest endings I’ve ever read for this style of book. It was one of those things that if you paid attention to key hints through the book, they carried on all the way through. The character development was great, and I loved seeing how all the characters reacted to one another. Each chapter was something new, and you always got to see the changes in the characters as the story progressed.

Aside from some VERY minor tenses of a few words, the editing of the book was great.

All in all, this was an amazing book and I’m so grateful to have had the chance to be given the opportunity to review this book. I cannot wait to have the chance to read more from this author and I hope that you’ll give her works a shot.

You can find this book on Amazon, and now if you’ll excuse me, this book gave me a craving for Boston Crème Donut.

The Voyeur Next Door| Cover Reveal

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Author: Airicka Phoenix
Genre: NA Contemporary Erotic
*Warnings: Strong sexual content & language. (18+ Only)*
Release Date: April 27, 2015
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
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Blurb:

He lived next door.
Alison Eckrich was an expert at being invisible. Having been raised by a mother who saw only flaws, she had learned long ago to watch and never participate. Until him. He was gorgeous from what little she could make out through his bathroom window and he awakened things inside her she had always been told was wrong. But she didn’t care.
She was addicted.
Gabriel Madoc was no stranger to the cold sting of betrayal. His broken heart had left
him hard and bitter and that was how he liked it. Until her. She was a vision in the soft
twilight. Everything about her called to him. It didn’t even matter he couldn’t see her face.
He wanted her.
The rules were simple: No names. No faces. No attachments. They both had what the
other needed so long as they never broke the rules. But what will happen when the
mystery is unveiled and they both come face to face with the truth and each other? Is
what they shared in the cloak of darkness enough to keep them together, or will reality
tear them apart?

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25201639-the-voyeur-next-door
Airicka Phoenix
Author Bio:

Airicka Phoenix is a hopeless romantic with a dark imagination and an incurable
addiction to chocolate. She is also the author of several novels written for young adult
and new adult romance readers who like bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka
prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and
again.
When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling
with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses to avoid doing chores.
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A Witch’s Tale| Review

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Meet Alexi, short for Alexandria. She is a witch, from a long line of powerful witches. The only problem is, she totally sucks at it. Alexi lives alone with her Dad, Christopher, in the perfect town of Ravenswood. Everything seems normal as she plans her future after high school and dreams of the big city. Along with her best friend, Logan, they spend their days navigating school and making fun of the town’s council members who argue for months on what to add and subtract from Ravenswood. All seemed fine until a new boy moved into the so-called haunted mansion. It was then that things started to change and not
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Vixen| Review

818wvgyn8-L._SL1500_We’d never even spoken and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I saw her almost every day and, God, she made my lady parts sing. But it wasn’t just what she did to me physically. Whenever I looked at her, my imagination ran away with me and I couldn’t help but picture her hands on me. I couldn’t help but wonder what her skin tasted like. I would imagine the heat of her body against mine. Feel the crush of her lips. She became the star of every one of my fantasies. And when we finally spoke, I was entranced by her voice, spurred to near climax by a wild encounter. It was then she began to unravel me and held me tight as everything in my world turned upside down. My Vixen.

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