Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Lisa Dawn Wadler shares The Draig's Woman, Liza Reviews



THE DRAIG SERIES
by Lisa Dawn Wadler

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Genre: time travel romance


Rescuing the man tied to a tree seemed like a rational decision. Claire is a smart, capable bookkeeper who happens to work at a martial arts academy. She has no idea the door she walked through to save the bound man would leave her trapped in 13th century Scotland. She is unable to regret the night of passion shared with Ian, even though it happened with the threat of death just outside the door. She pretends to be content with Ian’s friendship, knowing his people must come first. Compelled by honor and tormented by desire, is being his woman, while he marries another, enough?


Ian, Laird of the Draig Clan, is a man trapped by fate. Forced by necessity to marry a woman he has never met, her dowry is essential to save his clan. However, he is in love with the woman who saved his life and then spent one night in his arms. Duty prevents Ian from being able to marry Claire as custom, honor, and his heart demand. Drawn to her, believing they share the same desires and dreams in life, he finally offers her the only option available, a place by his side and in his bed.


Claire and Ian are bound together in love and then ripped apart by deception and a plot to destroy the Draig clan. Facing the final battle alone and unarmed, Claire saves them all. The ultimate challenge is forgiving Ian for sending her away.




Claire closed her eyes. “No, Ian.” Scooting back away from him, she sat up, forcing his body to give her space as her shaking hands tried to put her gown in order. “We should have never . . . this should have never happened. I need to go.” She rose to her feet only to nd him blocking her way. He wrapped his arms around her.

Ian spoke with the passion burning within in him. “Please, Claire, hear me. There is a way. You and I were meant to be together. Dinna deny that you feel it, too. ‘Tis nay only passion that binds us, it runs far deeper for us both.”

Not wanting to hear what he had to say, yet unable to move away, her head rested against Ian’s chest. Claire pleaded with him. “Please don’t do this. We both know what you need to do.”

Holding her tightly, Ian responded, “Aye, we do. But we can still be together.” Claire stiffened at the words. “Hear me before you assume. There are many in my position that have wed solely for gain. These men have done as needed, as I will do. Yet they have also kept what they wished to have, the woman who stirs their heart. I am trying to ask you to be this, the woman who is with me because of the love between us. We can build a life this way. It would be us together every day and every night. You would be mine.”

Ian’s words were barely spoken before Claire pushed him away. “You are asking me to be your . . . your . . .?”

Ian retorted quickly, “Dinna speak the word you reach for. It would never be that way between us.” His hands reached for her but were left with only air.

Backing away from his reach, she knew what he meant. Claire also knew that it was wrong in so many ways. How does he not see it? How does he not see the root of it? A strange yet welcome feeling of calm passed over her as she saw what Ian was missing. She willed herself to speak. “You don’t get it do you?”

Ian tried to close the gap between them only to have Claire back away. Ian stopped moving. “What I see is a way for us to be together.”

Claire laughed even as the tears began to fall. “You’ve never ever met her, this Mairi. What if . . . Ian? What if she is someone you could be happy with? You don’t even know.”

“It does nay matter who she is or what she offers, ‘tis obligation and no more.” Ian replied as his gaze searched her face.

She heard her voice from so far away. “But you don’t know. It could be a good marriage. I will not be in the middle of something that could be.” Claire’s sobs clouded her words. “I can’t take that risk, and I won’t. If you could be happy, I would only be in the way. Eventually things between us would change.”

Ian stepped closer. “Claire, she will never be you. You are everything to me. Dinna you see? In all ways I treat you as my own. You sit at my right at every meal. ‘Tis my dagger you use to cut your meat, the dagger that marks me as laird. ‘Tis your company I seek each day and every night. You wear the best I have to offer. I heed your council in all matters. We spend our evenings together before the re sharing and enjoying one another. I love you, Claire, and I ken that you love me.”

“And somehow that isn’t enough.” With all of the pain and anguish carried in her, Claire cried out, “It would kill me, Ian. She is going to be your wife. I know full well she will give you a family, the heirs you need. It would kill me to be waiting for you, knowing you were with her. Even if you despise her, it would tear me up inside.” Ian’s brow wrinkled as he absorbed her words, and she saw her meaning take hold. “I’m not that person, Ian. I can’t be that person. And if you love me, you won’t ask me to live like that.” Not waiting for more, afraid he would try to change her mind and that she would let him, Claire grabbed her skirts in hand and finally ran.




I loved this story! It was fabulous from beginning to end.

It begins in high action where Claire uses her formidable martial arts skills to kill a man and save a handsome fellow named Ian, who turns out to be a laird in the 13th century.

With back up trouble on the way, Claire and Ian hide out in a brothel. To fit in, they give into their growing admiration for one another. It sounds silly, but when you read it, it will seem both appropriate and sexy.

There is nothing simple about this story. The author keeps throwing wrenches into the works every time you think it’s safe to relax.  I thought this story very clever, cohesive, believable and most of all extremely entertaining.


A big exuberant 5 stars.




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In an attempt to save the world from destruction, physicist Major Samantha Sykes opens a door in time. Her plan to travel into the past to change the future has unexpected consequences. Trapped in 11th century Scotland, her mission is complicated by the love she never knew she was seeking.


Laird Faolan of the Draig clan has one desire: to claim the woman who fell through time and make her his. He will do everything in his power to convince Samantha that she belongs with him for all time.


Opening the door in time brings Samantha and Faolan together. Fate, destiny, and responsibility are at odds. The forces that brought them together may be their undoing.


Will their love survive Samantha’s journey back to her world to save time, or will the centuries that stretch between them tear them apart?


Faolan turned in the chair before the fire and stared at her with cold, dark eyes. Even bathed only in shadows from the fire, she could see that the warm chocolate gaze she remembered from the afternoon had been replaced by hurt and anger. Like a coward, she looked away and noticed the flames from the fire. The logs held the same pattern as the ones that burned in her hearth. Even hurt, he had left her the gift and made sure she was comfortable.


Samantha closed the door without facing the exit. Her hand held out the branch. “I wanted to thank you for this and for every other item you left on my pillow. It was only tonight I realized they were from you.” She stumbled through an apology. “Every single one made me smile.”


Still Faolan only stared, so she continued, “You left the hall today before I was finished. While it’s true that the safety of the men has to come first, that had no bearing on what almost happened between you and me. There is no way I would or could ever think about, I mean I wouldn’t . . . From the moment we rode onto your lands, my men have been safe. I’ve known that. So you and I have had nothing to do with them.”


Faolan looked away from her, and Samantha saw the dagger in his hands. Not held in threat, but his concentration seemed focused on the metal. He nally spoke while his hands toyed with the weapon. “What would have happened earlier if we had nay been disturbed?”


Samantha felt the sadness in her voice for what had been lost. “We would have had a perfect afternoon.”


Faolan rose to his feet and placed the dagger on the table. While he made no move to walk, he turned to face her. “I would have claimed you as my own. I would have kept you in that meadow until you agreed to enter my gates as my wife.”


“Then we would be there arguing, which ends the idea of a perfect afternoon.”


Her humor had no place in the confrontation, and she knew it as soon as the comment left her mouth. Faolan marched to stand in front of her. “Why is it more preferable for me to use you for quick pleasure than to ask you to stand by my side for all time?” He demanded.


The eyes that glared held no warmth and threatened to pierce the little control she still had. Boomer was right; Faolan deserved the truth, and she hated it.


Her hand reached up to touch his face, and Faolan stepped backward out of her reach. Tears pricked at the rejection. She mustered her courage. “I don’t have all of time to offer you.” Samantha told him everything she had explained to Boomer and finished with, “There is virtually no probability that I will return.”


The withheld tears fell when horror crossed his features. In the last few days, she had cried more than she had in the last five years. The emotions brought to the surface by involvement in life brought joy and pain. Unfortunately, the night before her would bring the strongest pain. Love had no place in her limited time, and she knew it.


“You are amazing and wonderful, and if I could be with you, I would without any hesitation. I can’t do that to you. Find a woman who will be here and love her.” Her words choked on a sob. “I know that your family is essential to making the future better. Continue this line and know that I wished I could have been here with you.”


Samantha wiped the tears with the sleeve of her gown, though more fell to take the place of ones erased. She added, “I’m close to finding my way back. I can feel it.” She paused to clear her throat. “In the morning, I’ll start to finish what I began five years ago. I only ask that the men can stay here if they choose. Only Boomer comes with me.”


Without a word, Faolan closed the short distance and pulled Samantha hard against his chest. Her face buried in the warmth of his chest as she cried and let out the anguish of goodbye. His hand held her braid while the other soothed her back, and she savored the last embrace.


When her sobs slowed, Faolan said, “I go with you.”


Her head shook. “You missed the part where your line needs to continue, and that means you stay here.” She left out that there was no way she would bring him into the misery left in her time.


The deep inhale could be felt as could the resignation at the exhale, and Faolan didn’t argue. When he spoke, he offered, “Your men are home here.”


“I know,” she whispered against his chest.


Samantha offered no resistance when he lifted her chin and shifted her body to find her eyes. “While you said a great many things, I dinna hear the word impossible.”


“Please don’t.” At his sweet thought, another tear fell.


His lips brushed her forehead, and he replied, “Spend the last of your days as my wife.”


She closed her eyes at the request. Samantha whispered, “Then what? How long will you wait for me to return when you know I won’t? I can’t do that to you.”


Faolan’s thumb wiped the moisture from her cheek. “Then I vow nay to wait.”


Against her wishes, the chuckle left her throat. She opened her eyes and found warm ones on her. Samantha said, “It’s probably for the best if I say goodbye.”


Samantha knew it would happen. Faolan lifted her face enough to place his lips against hers. Every brush sent tingles through her body. As his tongue sought entry, she complied. It began soft and sweet and carried an air of innocence. Then he demanded more as he pulled her body against his and kissed her with no control.


Faolan pulled away abruptly, he whispered, “Give me this night.”


The smile broke free on her face. It shouldn’t have surprised her that goodbye didn’t work. Samantha placed her hands on his cheeks and felt the soft stubble that graced his face at the end of each day. Her rational mind knew it would only make leaving harder. Yet the side of her Faolan had brought to life wanted him, wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by such an amazing man. She nodded. “Just now, Faolan. It’s all I have to offer you.”






Lisa began writing after reading yet another romance novel where the heroine needed a man to rescue her from physical harm. While a firm believer in the strong alpha-male hero in any story, she wondered what would happen if that hero met a woman who was able to take care of herself physically. Using her several years of Tae Kwon Do training and mixing in time travel, her multi-award winning debut novel, The Draig Series was born.


Lisa lives in the Chicago suburbs and is married to her high school sweetheart. They have two children and one very spoiled dog.



Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Pleasure Principle by Kimberly Adkins Liza Reviews

THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE
by Kimberly Adkins

Genre: Contemporary Erotica



Anderson Cain and Julian Brax have been best friends since college, two men with very strict—and very different—approaches to finding love: one by studying the physical act of sex, the other by mastering the art of dominance and control. But throughout their relationship, one thing has remained a constant: They've never let a woman come between them. Until now.

Shy and mousy Alice Dahl spends her days cleaning houses for clients who value discretion. In her bulky uniform, glasses, and cap, she appears non-descript and unobtrusive, and does her job without asking questions. Until she begins working for the secretive, and stunningly gorgeous, Dr. Anderson Cain, who awakens a sexual longing in her that she can’t ignore. A new woman comes home with Dr. Cain nearly once a month—and that’s about how long they last. Alicia longs to have a chance to be with him, even though she knows that’s ridiculous. But when her curiosity lures her into his forbidden study, she can’t resist peeking at his notes. And what she finds astounds her. Dr. Cain is researching the subject of sexual pleasure. Even just skimming over the experiments arouses her as he describes each subject’s threshold of pleasure and the methods used to achieve climax. And she finds the venue where he meets his subjects: Damsels, a secretive BDSM club in the heart of the French Quarter.

Determined to take a chance, for once, Alice embarks on a masquerade into the exclusive New Orleans underworld of Dominants and Submissives. Her stunning makeover gains her admittance at Damsels, but the owner of the Club, Julian Brax, senses her innocence the moment he sees her. The Dom inside him feels a powerful and all-consuming need to protect her and make her his own. Until he finds out that the girl he’s set his heart upon is his friend Anderson’s next subject. They’ve never let a woman come between them before. Perhaps this time, they might enjoy it…



She ran the pads of her fingertips along the rough brick wall as she walked around the corner. Though she knew she should take off the glossy red paint, she hadn’t done it. Something about it made her feel sexy and a little decadent. She came to the wrought iron gate and looked inside. The area appeared to be empty, until she saw something in the far corner.

A man in tight blue jeans leaned over the side of a large motorcycle. His thighs were muscular and flexed when he reached forward for his helmet. Alice felt a wave of desire pass through her body and she couldn’t believe how she was reacting to a glimpse of some stranger on the other side of a courtyard.

A hot stranger, she reminded herself.

He put the helmet on with his back still to her and gracefully swung his right leg over the bike, straddling the powerful machine as he cranked it on.

Alice was light-headed and she held tight to the curling design on the gate. Butterflies swarmed in the pit of her stomach when she saw him notice her, standing there like a statue. She should probably move, or he wouldn’t be able to get out. But instead of rolling forward like she’d expected, the rider turned off the engine and climbed down. He walked toward her, his fingers unstrapping the helmet as he came closer.

With one swift movement he removed the helmet and tucked it under his arm, allowing his long black hair to fall over his shoulders. It was Julian Brax and she could tell he was holding back his emotions by the look on his face. He was still angry at her, then, for the part she’d played the evening before. Coming here to face him was probably a mistake. And he was quick to cross the courtyard to let her know about it, too.

Her fingers gripped the iron grate until her knuckles turned white.

“Alicia.” The way he said her name was as sexy as she remembered. She shivered. “Why are you here?”

His eyes searched hers and she pooled all of her will together in order to hold up under the scrutiny. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling, but the sparks of hazel in his deep brown eyes seemed to glow with intensity.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday evening. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” She didn’t mean to run from him either, when given the choice between the two friends, but she couldn’t get that part out. What would he think of her if she said something like that? Her feelings for both men were vastly different, and she was just too inexperienced to sort them out. Alice realized she had a lot to learn about herself and she began to turn away.

“Don’t leave.” Strong fingers covered hers before she could release her hold on the gate. “Please.”

His hands were warm, and the feeling spread across her body until her cheeks flushed. She turned to face him again, so close to him, just an inch of iron separating them.

“I was about to go for a ride. Would you like to come along?” He hadn’t released her. Somehow he came closer still and she could feel the intensity of his gaze as it dominated the space they shared. Alice was literally weak in the knees.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was breathy with the desire that was building inside her. He had to know the effect he was having; there was no way she could possibly hide it.

“You don’t know if you want to, or if you should?” He cocked his head to the side and read her like a book. “Would you like me to teach you the difference?”

Alice was fairly certain the iron clenched in her fist was melting beneath their clasped hands. Would he teach her, did he mean it? She wanted to explore these new feelings and desires. Julian Brax would be the perfect guide for her passions. But he might be dangerous. Would she be safe with him? As safe as she knew herself to be with Anderson?

“Yes.” Her answer came out as a whisper and the gate clicked open between them. Brax released her and stepped back. Alice walked into the courtyard and stopped in front of him awkwardly. He came close, his body nearly touching hers as he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“Now you know what you want. Whether or not you should do it remains to be seen.”








I usually don’t enjoy Domination erotica because it is often too raw, with the content mostly about kinky, aggressive sex and possession rather than love & tenderness. However, create a fascinating plot about love misunderstood, and two male friends who have fallen for the same amazing woman and I’m captivated.

This is an authentic love story between a shy bespectacled young maid who transforms herself into a beautiful young woman and the two men she falls for.
Upon learning the man that she housecleans for has broken up with his latest beauty, she goes to a salon and gets a make-over, then goes to the secret exclusive club called Damsels where he gets his women, hoping she can entice him with her new looks. But first, she meets and is rescued by the owner of the club. Turns out the two men’ whom she’s attracted to, are close friends, despite their many differences. Both men realize she’s an innocent, but both men want her all the same. Unfortunately, misunderstandings and connivances abound.

Can they convince Alice that their love is true or will she fall into the hands of a dark master of domination? Sorry, I don’t do spoilers. Read and find out!


I give this book five stars.




Kimberly Adkins lives in beautiful central Ohio. She is an author and artist who spends her spare time working on worm hole theories so she can go back in time and enter Star Gate's 'Get in the Gate' sweepstakes as many times as it takes to win. When asked if she is concerned that changing the past might alter the future, she replies "Doctor Who will fix it."



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Friday, August 26, 2016

Melissa Kendall shares No Such Thing As Can't, Liza Reviews

NO SUCH THING AS CAN'T
Castle Wolves Series Book 1

by Melissa Kendall


Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Tibbs Design


After a string of failed relationships, thirty-five-year-old Madeline Majors worries her life will never be complete. Her obsession with having a child and her inability to conceive even though a multitude of doctors have said there is nothing medically wrong with her drives her to Madame Evangeline as her last resort.


Garth Summers is a shape shifter with a problem. As Alpha of his pack, he must have an heir by the time he is fifty years of age or a new alpha is chosen from the eligible males in the pack. But as a wolf shifter, he can only conceive with his mate who he has yet to find. With only six weeks remaining, he turns to Madame Eve for help.


Can a one-night stand bring two people the one thing they most desperately want, or will the reality of what they are send them both running?





“I don’t care what it is. I just want you,” Maddy said.


“I think you’ll care about this,” Garth replied, certain of it. Her whole world was about to be turned on its head. He opened his mouth, but a knock at the door stopped him. “Shit, dessert. Hang on a sec. I’ll be right back.”


He put his pants back on and winced as he tried to get his fly done up. Even with everything else going on, he remained rock hard. He strode to the door and pulled it open without even looking. The man filling the doorway had him wishing he’d taken the extra few seconds to check.


“What the fuck are you doing here, William?” Garth asked, his voice close to a growl.


Before he could stop him, William crossed the threshold into the suite. “Now, now, cousin. Is that any way to talk to family?”


Garth moved to put himself between Madeline and William. His cousin’s glee meant something bad was about to happen. “I’ll ask you one more time. What are you doing here?”


“Well, word of your little tryst reached me, and I thought I’d better come and see how things were going.” William finished with a wink, and Garth’s wolf pushed for control, wanting to knock the irritating smirk off his face.


“None of your fucking business. Now, get out, before I have you removed.”


“Not a chance, cuz. I have worked too hard for you to ruin my plans at this late stage.” William stepped forward until there were only inches between them. William didn’t scare him with his intimidation tactics. He could take his cousin in a fight, and William knew it. Also, if he moved back any farther, William would able to see Madeline, something not happening if Garth could avoid it.


He held his stoic expression and his ground, and, slowly, his cousin’s smile disappeared. Garth suspected William wanted him to ask about his plan, but he knew his cousin well enough to know his pride would have him spilling his guts sooner rather than later.


Neither of those things would happen if the footsteps he could hear behind him got any closer. “Madeline,” Garth called out, “please, do not come any closer.”


Before he could tell her to go and lock herself in the bathroom, his cousin opened his trap. “Oh no, my dear Madeline, please do come here. I want to meet my cousin’s lady friend.”


“What’s going on?” She sounded far too close. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed her standing a few steps behind him, wearing his shirt. Damn, that’s sexy.


He didn’t have time right now to do what he wanted to her. He had to figure out what the fuck William wanted and get him to leave before things turned furry.



Having children has been a struggle for both Maddy (human) and her blind date Garth (Wolf shifter).

Maddy’s life dream has been to have a child.  Garth needs offsprings if he is to continue as Alpha. Thus, Madame Eve matches them together for a one-night stand.

No one expected a third party to show up, willing to kill them both.

Nor could Garth have been more pleased with Maddy’s acceptance that he’s a wolf shifter. (You’ll love the reason why she takes it all in stride.)

I’m normally not fond of lots of explicit sex, but this story was so well written, that it didn’t bother me once. Evidently, I’m just offended by poorly written excessive sex.

Still I’m happy to report sex was not the ONLY thing they did. They also incur a major wolf fight between Garth and his unhinged cousin. That was most exciting! 

And what happens the morning after is just fabulous. LOVED IT! 5 stars




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WHAT SHE NEEDS




Elizabeth Summers is sick of being the baby sister of Garth the pack alpha. Her brother, with the help of his best friends, has taken it upon himself to scare off every guy who has ever shown any interest in her. With a little nudge from her sister-in-law, she decides to seek Madame Eve’s help to give her one night of pure pleasure.


Ernest (Brute) Chalmers is Castle Wolves’ pack enforcer and best friend of Garth. Out of respect for his friend, he has kept his feelings for Garth’s sister a secret. But when he over hears Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, he decides if he doesn’t make his move, he might miss out on his chance at love.

Can Brute prove he has what it takes to meet Lizzie’s needs? Or will she send him packing for good?


NOT WHAT HE THOUGHT



Mason Taylor is beta of the Castle Wolves pack. Most people would describe him as a skirt chasing manwhore but in reality it had been years since he found any kind of satisfaction with a woman. Like his Alpha was, he is lonely and wants desperately to meet his mate. After seeing his Alpha find love and happiness through Madame Eve he decides to give it a try. He gives Madame Eve just one instruction - find him his soul mate. The moment he walks into the room, he catches his dates scent and knows instantly they are his mate. When he sees the person though he is shocked there has to be some mistake.


Sebastian Cooke has always known he was gay but growing up in the wilds of Alaska, he has always found it hard to truly be himself. After his friend and fellow pilot, Kate, suggests he give 1NS a try he figures he has nothing left to lose. The last person he is expecting to show up in his hotel room is Mason Taylor.


Can two men get over the preconceived notion of who each other is to find the love they have been desperately looking for?



Melissa Kendall is a forty-year-old mother of two from Perth, Western Australia, the second-most isolated capital city in the world. Predominantly a stay-at-home mum, she works a few hours a week as a software support consultant. She has always loved to read and write, and spent most of her teens writing poetry and short stories. Over the years, daily life got in the way and she lost the passion for it, but after the birth of her first child, Melissa discovered e-books and her interest in writing rekindled. She is now the author of four published short stories. Matronly Duties is her first full-length novel.




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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Chased by Love by Melissa Foster

CHASED BY LOVE
Love in Bloom: The Ryders


by


New York Times & USA Today bestseller Melissa Foster


The Ryders are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series.


"You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that's fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won't want to stop reading. Every book's a winner!" New York Times Bestselling Author Brenda Novak


"Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely


In CHASED BY LOVE...


Actress Trish Ryder takes her job seriously and has no time for those who don't. When she's awarded a major role in a new movie featuring America's hottest rock star, Boone Stryker, she's beyond excited. The six-two, tattooed hunk of burning desire is known for his dedication to his craft--but when he ditches their first meeting, she begins to wonder if he's just another rocker with a great PR team.

Sex, booze, women, and music pretty much sum up Boone Stryker's private world. He's coasted through life playing by his own rules with plenty of people willing to cover his tracks, and he's not likely to change--until he meets a woman who refuses to give him the time of day, much less anything more.

Sparks fly from the first moment Trish and Boone meet--Tensions run hot and desire runs hotter when they're trapped together on a remote location with no place to hide. Will sparks ignite, or will a hurricane douse the flames?




Unwilling to give him the upper hand, she flashed a haughty smirk and returned his assessment with a lecherous leer of her own, drinking in every inch of his athletic build, from his bulging biceps to the ripped abs evident beneath his clingy shirt, all the way to the formidable package at the juncture of his powerful thighs. She lingered there, brazenly licking her lips.


He leaned in close—so close she thought he might kiss her. And damn it to hell, she wanted him to. Lust and challenge pulsed between them, thick and alive like a third heart.






JANUARY 18, 2017


Rescued by Love
As the daughter of a world-renowned fashion designer, Addison Dahl enjoyed a privileged life attending the most sought after parties, traveling around the world, and having anything she wanted. Until she broke free and went against her father's wishes, needing to prove to herself--and to him--that she could make it on her own. Now she's ready to take her adventures in a new direction and sets her sights on roughing it in the wilderness.

Jake Ryder followed in his father's footsteps as a top search and rescue professional. He spends his days saving those in need and his nights in the arms of willing women who offer nothing more than a few hours of sexual enjoyment. Just the way he likes it.

When Jake's sister-in-law calls and reports her best friend missing, it's up to Jake to find her and bring her home. But Addison isn't lost, and she sure as hell isn't going to be told what to do by an ornery mountain man with whom she'd spent one torrid night after her best friend's wedding. Jake has never left anyone behind--will Addison be his first failed rescue?




Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary CafĂ© and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.

Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.



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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Linda O'Connor shares Perfectly Unpredictable and talks about Guardian Angels.


Liza: So you believe in guardian angels. Since I have 3 of them watching over me, I will ask you serious guardian angel questions.  At what age did you realize you had a guardian angel... Details, please.

Linda: I believe in guardian angels. I felt most sure of it after I had my first child. I had this feeling that I had help keeping out of harm’s way; that there was a guiding hand helping to steer me in the right direction. I love it. It makes me feel protected.

Liza: How many guardian angels do you have? Are they former family members? Please give details.

Linda: I feel one guardian angel the strongest – my dad, but I have 3 grandparents, who I was close to, who have passed away so they’re probably looking out for me, too. My dad died when I was 16, so even though I didn’t have awareness until I had kids, he was probably looking out for me for a while.

Liza: How often do you speak to your guardian angels?

Linda: I can’t say I speak to my guardian angel very often, but I think about him most days - thinking he’s with me when things get tough, wondering if he had a hand in something that happened, hoping he’ll be by my side.

Liza: Do any of your other relatives seem to have a guardian angel, or are you the only one?

Linda: I’m not sure about my siblings or mom – I’ve never actually asked them about it. It’s always felt very private and a privilege to have a guardian angel. But I’m pretty sure he keeps an eye out for my children, too.

Liza: What do you think Guardian Angels are?
Linda: That’s a hard one to put into words. It really feels like an angel who’s watching over you. It sort of reminds me of that poem Footprints in the Sand. When there are only 1 set of footprints in the sand it’s my guardian angel who carries me. I still have to make wise decisions and strive to reach my goals, but it feels like I get an extra boost along the way.  

Liza: Hmmm…we have much the same experience. I began life with my great grandmother as my guardian. When my brother died, my grandmother began watching me, and then my Dad died and he joined the fun of trying to keep me alive.  It’s not an easy job. I am a trouble magnet and I’m a bit too brave for my own good.  I bet you are much easier on yours.  Mine have to save me about once a week. Now let's check out your latest fabulous book, which I review below!

Footnote: Liza and Linda Connors are in no way related. We have never met one another in person. I merely checked her first book out due to the similarities of our names. And I have been a reading fan every since!


Perfectly Unpredictable

by

Linda O'Connor


Falling in love is Perfectly Unpredictable …

Kalia Beck always dreamed of starting a family, living in a house with a white picket fence, and finding her soul mate. Just not in that order. Kalia is coping with an unplanned pregnancy when she learns the father has passed away. She soon finds out that single parenthood isn’t easy, especially when the only thing that soothes the baby is the guitar-playing of a reluctant and reclusive next-door neighbor.

Mack Challen, lead guitarist in a rock and roll band, knows it takes a village to raise a child. He just doesn't think there's a village big enough to help “gay momma” and her screaming baby.

Kalia and Mack aren't looking for love and aren't ready for each other, but when the future unfolds, it’s … Perfectly Unpredictable.

Perfectly unpredictable moments touch your heart the most.
  


Kalia pounded on her neighbor’s front door with her free hand. The other cradled a screaming Mani. In the last fifteen days, except for the past three, the neighbor had played his guitar from six until eight every night. And soothed Mani. It was the only thing that worked to calm the colic. No amount of rocking, walking, or singing worked to soothe the baby like fifteen minutes of guitar music. It was faintly amazing and fairly irritating that Kalia had to depend on the neighbor’s guitar playing.
He was home. She knew he was home. There was a new car in the driveway, and she could hear voices. So why wasn’t he answering the door? She pounded again.
The door swung open, and Kalia yelped at the suddenness of it. Mani screamed louder.
Mack frowned at them. “What?” he asked tersely.
Kalia groaned inwardly. It was the first time she had seen the neighbor close up. Six foot two, short dark hair with a sexy scruff, broad shoulders in a dark T-shirt, slim hips covered in worn sexy jeans, bare feet, and angry green eyes. Great. Just what she needed. A pissed-off lifeline. “Hi. I live next door. I need you to play guitar,” she said in a rush above Mani’s wailing.
“What?” His eyebrows winged up, and he put his hands on his hips.
“Why aren’t you playing guitar? You play guitar every night at this time.”
He shook his head. “I have company.”
“Well, you’re very good at guitar. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind listening to it for a few minutes.” Mani screamed louder. Desperate, Kalia strode in, noting that the layout to his home was the same as hers. Getting a fleeting impression of dark colors and sparse furniture, she moved past him into the living room. “Hello,” she said to the gorgeous brunette curled up on the dark leather sofa. “Would you mind very much if . . . he,” she gestured vaguely, realizing that she wasn’t sure of his name, “played guitar for a few minutes? Just a few minutes. It won’t take long.”
Mack followed her in. “Renee, this is my neighbor, half of the gay couple that lives next door, and her screaming baby,” he said wryly.
Kalia’s eyebrows shot up. “Yup, that’s me. The lesbian from next door,” she said with some chagrin. Is that what the neighborhood thought? She was living under a rock. “And we just need a little guitar music if you don’t mind.” She spied two guitars leaning on stands across the room and waved in their direction. “Whichever works.” Time’s a wastin’.




OMG!

This is the best of a fabulous series yet!

From love at first meet, to a night of passion…it happens sometimes, but what happens next sent me into tears. What follows is love, confusion, regrets and then a new chance at love.

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll be so glad you read this. Astoundingly fabulous!  

Linda O’Connor (no relation to me) has gone from really good to a great author!

I want to give this book 10 stars!




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Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at HomeSense. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.

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