Saturday, May 31, 2014

Redeemed Release Day Blitz

Megan’s life has been anything but simple. She’s always lived amongst chaos, and for once, she just wants it all to stop. After years of lies and agony, will anything work out for her?
In this heart-gripping third installment of the Believe series, watch Megan discover love again, and not just any love, but one worth fighting for, one that makes her feel different, cherished, wanted, and treasured. For Megan, Mark is the one to give her all of that and has brought a new meaning to her life and a new reason to live.
The old saying, "Nothing comes easy in life," holds true to this story, which is packed with unexpected twists and turns. For Megan and Mark, it pushes their love to new heights. Will the love they share for each other keep their relationship strong, or does Megan’s string of erroneous luck run out?

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About the Author
L. Chapman was born in and continues to live in North Yorkshire, United Kingdom. She has spent most of her life helping others as a health care assistant, and was, at one time, a DJ for a special needs club. Blending her love of helping others and her love of children, L dreams to one day own and operate a childcare nursery that will help mainstream special needs children with others.
In the rare times that L. is not working to help others or maniacally writing, she enjoys making a mess of things while creating beautifully detailed greeting cards. She spends time relaxing with family, friends, and good books. L. loves to travel and has been to many places in the United Kingdom; her favorite places all involve the ocean. She hopes to one day share a kiss with her happily-ever-after in the romantic shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Should she ever get over her fear of flying, those kisses may be shared in the shadows of the Egyptian Pyramids.
Ever the fussy eater, L. has never once tasted peanut butter, and she despises coffee. If you should feel the need to bribe her, it is suggested that you bring chocolate, as that is one of her know weaknesses.

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Friday, May 30, 2014

Have you seen? Did you know? OMG!

The girls and I were on voxer and I was asking them
Sandie: What can we do to revamp the blog?
Dee: Ummm Idk
Shannon: Hmmmmm

so we sat like this
We threw suggestions out but
So back to this we went

AH HA...

There will be a few changes to the blog in the next couple of months.

Firstly have you ever been bored and wishing you could check our blog page for our most recent sales and other book info? ME TOO!!!

Yes you read that right we now have an app. 
For now it is only available for Android users. We are working on Apple and will let you know when that becomes available. Yeah and did I mention its FREE!!


We updated our Blog banner. We updated our Book Boyfriends, and will have a complete list of books and authors so you all can also fall for these guys. (hopefully soon)

Isn't it purdy? It took forever to get this done, but so worth it. Believe me it was hard for us to each narrow it down to 15 book boyfriends each! SO SO HARD. 

Thank you to Natalee from Read this Hear That for making the outline of the banner (the guys and our blog name) We love it and you for helping us out.

Every Friday we will be posting our weekly (current) Book Boyfriend. 

We shall call these posts BOOK BOYFRIEND OF THE WEEK.

I usually read about 2-3 books a week so I want to give you all recommendations this way as well as through reviews and vlogs. Dee is a beast I swear she reads like its going out of style LOL but I love her. Oh, and Shannon another chick who puts me to shame but thats ok it makes for better posts on Friday when they can't decide who they want to crown their Book Boyfriend of the week. I am mean because THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE.
Look for that starting next Friday. I am really excited for this. 

We will also be doing a read-a-long a month. We will be picking a book and you are all welcome to join us. Once a month we will each choose a book to read and post either a vlog (with all 3 of us) or a discussion type post about the book. Another way for us to get through our TBR's and connect with readers. We haven't decided how we will pick the book yet. Once we decide that we will let you know.

Whew, that was quite a few things. Hopefully soon we will be revamping the look of the blog page as well. As always Thank You all so much for your continued support. If you have any other ideas of how we can better our blog leave a comment and let us know. Oh, and yes, we will continue to put up weekly sales and new releases. We love doing that for all of you and the authors we love and support.


Sandie, Dee and Shannon

Book Boyfriend Reviews staff <-- (bahahahaha I did that to make us look important)

Bittersweet Catastrophe Cover reveal





Title: Bittersweet Catastrophe (Second Chances #2.5)
Author: Maureen Mayer
Genre: New Adult/Coming of Age
Release date: Summer 2014

For•ev•er (fɔːˈrɛvə; fə-): without end; everlasting; eternally

It might have taken twenty-two years to find Liberty, but now that Shayne has her, he’s not willing to let her go without a fight.

Shayne and Liberty finally found their forever, leaving Shayne’s past indiscretions behind and moving forward to start a life together. But what if forever wasn’t truly in the stars for them?

What should be one of the happiest times in their lives as newlyweds quickly turns into a race against time. Liberty must choose between accepting her fate and protecting her family, and taking a risk that could ultimately end in more heartache.

Liberty’s decision will test the strength of their trust, but is it enough to keep Shayne from breaking down altogether and losing the woman he loves?

Maureen Mayer was born, raised and currently resides in Buffalo, NY with her loving and supportive family and boyfriend of 9+ years. She’s always had a love for the outdoors, and when the city isn’t buried under snow, she can be found hiking, fishing, camping or lying on the beach. She’s a sucker for off-color humor, but holds a sweet spot for sick and twisted horror films. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in bed with her kindle, diving into a steamy romance novel and falling in love with the latest book boyfriend.

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Chelsea Camaron DOUBLE cover reveal

We are so excited to share with you not one, but two new covers from author Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Ride contemporary romance series!

Forever Ride
Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
June 2014
Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.

Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.

He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.

She’s sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?

She’s in my arms, her body draped across mine. I have not slept one bit.
We left the kitchen after the barbeque and came back to my room on the compound. I have one of the duplexes that really is all my own. My roommates are all married, so usually the place is empty except for me. With the charter clubs here, I have a few people staying over, but they don’t care that Sass is in my bed.
Last night was nothing short of incredible. The hellcat likes it rough and everywhere. I lost count of the orgasms between us. Thinking of it, my dick is ready again. I am sure her pussy needs a break, though. Her ass, too.
Reality hits me like a sledge hammer.
I fucked my brother’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. I fucked one of the untouchable two.
Worse, though, I fucked my friend. Never cross that line. There is no going back. I live my life with no regrets, the words tattooed across my lower stomach, reminding me and every female that goes low, there will be no regrets. Only now, I have gone too far. I don’t regret last night—it was the best damn night I have ever shared with someone—but it shouldn’t have happened.
Looking at her red hair lying across my chest, the contrast against the colors of my tattoos, I don’t want to move. I don’t want this to end, but it must.
Each breath she takes tickles my nipple piercing, reminding me of each bite and tug her mouth gave them mere hours ago. How can I go back to the way things were between us? Every time I see her I’m going to want nothing more than to be balls deep once again.
Maybe with enough space, fresh air, and distance everything will go back to normal. Yeah, normal, that’s what I need.
Smacking her ass playfully, I wake her up. Abruptly, I move out from under her, standing by the bed, watching as she takes in her surroundings and remembers last night.

It’s time to make my clean escape. I make my way to my bathroom, calling out over my shoulder to her, “Time to say goodbye. Gather your stuff up. You found your way to my bed, you can find your way out the damn door.”

One Ride
Book One of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
December 19th 2013
Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined there would be a Hellion that could prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.

Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.

His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away with a charter club member that he trusts, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.

One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.

Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?

“Tripp, you son of a bitch, I’m not done talkin’ to you.”  He stops on the spot, but doesn’t turn around.  Rex and Sass are standing still by their bike watching everything as it continues to unfold.  He’s making no attempt to acknowledge me.  Frustration running high, I march up behind him.  I poke him in the shoulder, in an attempt to get him to turn around.  When that fails, I jab my finger into the top of his shoulder.  Still, nothing.  Walking around to face him, I’m met with a mixture of laughter and lust in his eyes.  He’s enjoying this, the fucker.
“You just fucking kissed me.  I don’t even know your real damn name and you kissed me!  You’ve insulted me, belittled me, taken me from my home to God knows where, and I don’t even know your fucking name!”  I say jabbing my finger in his chest.  Our eyes are now locked, battling each other in the stare downs of stare downs.  My eyes are full of fury and his full of fun, maybe.  Is this turning him on?
“If you’re running your mouth so I kiss you again, it ain’t gonna happen Doll.  You’re wound up.  You need to release the tension.  How ‘bout we see if Jared can give you some ink?”
“You have lost your ever lovin’ fuckin’ mind if you think I’m going to let some friend of yours permanently mark my body.  Again, I don’t even know your name. Yet, I’m supposed to trust some guy you know to tattoo me?  Really?  I may end up with Tripp tattooed on my ass.”
He laughs at me.  Not the little ‘ha ha you’re so funny’ kind of laugh.  No, Tripp folds over holding his stomach because he’s laughing so hard at me.
“What the fuck is so damn funny?”
Tripp stands up.  The smile now gone from his face, replaced with his ever present serious glare, he looks directly at me. 
“Get your ass inside.  Shut the fuck up for two seconds so you can meet Jared.”
He walks off, heading for the front door.  Sass is now beside me, as I stand here with a stupid look on my face.
“Come on, Doll.  Let’s make the best of it.  I’m game for new ink.  You should get that tat you’ve been wanting with another damn bird.  We’re stuck here until the guys have rested.  Jared may be hot or have hot friends.  You’re way too bitchy, loosen up some.”
“Sass, Delatorre had cameras in our house.  How can I relax?”
“Fuck!  He had what?  Come on, let’s get inside and figure this shit out.”  She says, taking me by the hand to the front door.
Walking inside we are surrounded by the designs on the red painted walls.  Each intricate piece of work brings something new to life for someone.  Hearing the buzzing of the tattoo gun in the back room, I’m immediately itching for a new tattoo.  I have a sparrow on my right hip in memory of my mother and a robin on my wrist to represent the bond Sass and I share.  Maybe Sass is right, and it’s time to get that tattoo I’ve been wanting on my left hip. 
Tripp is leaning against the counter talking to a beautiful lady.  She’s probably in her fifties, but time has treated her well.  There’s vibrancy in her eyes as she’s chatting with Tripp, her face telling the story of a strong woman.  We approach the counter.
“Doll, Sass, this is Momma C. And Momma C, you remember Rex.  This is Doll and Sass.”
Introductions out of the way, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of comfort.  Momma C gives me a feeling of home.  Being around her reminds me of being with the ol’ ladies of the club.  The level of nurturing and compassion that is held in the depths of Momma C’s eyes washes over me.  I’m smiling and I’m comfortable here even with all the chaos surrounding my life.  Tripp was right, I’m safe here.  Even without meeting Jared it’s obvious Momma C will protect those around her.
 A man with spikey hair, gaged ears, and full sleeved tattoos emerges from the back room.  He’s followed by a man that walks over to Momma C pulling out his wallet, making it obvious he is a client.  Immediately, the spikey hair man greets Tripp and Rex with that man half hug, back slap shit.  When he’s done, he stares at me momentarily.  He extends his hand.  When I place my hand in his, he holds it.
“Name’s Delilah, but everyone calls me Doll.  You must be Jared.”  I say looking into his eyes.  They tell the story of a strong man. 
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.  Tripp’s a lucky mother fucker.”
I laugh at his comment.  “Tripp’s not my man.” 
He pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “With the death glare he’s giving me, I think he may disagree, Doll.”  He kisses my cheek before releasing me. 
He greets Sass quickly and escorts us to the back office area.  The client is done paying, raises his hand in a slight salute wave in goodbye as he exits the building. 
“Mom’s locking up.  Here’s the key to the apartment upstairs.  I’ll be here the whole time. No one will get to you without getting through me.”  Jared informs us as he’s handing Tripp a key.
We go upstairs to the tiny apartment and settle in.  Tripp’s in the shower.  I update Sass on what I now know on Delatorre.  Sass and I are restless, so we head back down to the tattoo shop.  Finding Jared at a desk drawing, I smile at his focus.  He seems like he’s good people, and maybe I shouldn’t have doubted Tripp.  I need to learn to trust him.
 “You need somethin’ Doll, Sass?”  Jared asks looking up from his design to both of us.
“I’d like a new tattoo.”
“Sure thing, whatcha thinkin’ of getting?”
“I want an eagle on my left hip, stretching out in flight.  Not overly big, but in its talon, I want it holding a very girly heart, not a lifelike heart, a feminine heart and a shield.”
He pauses, as a strange look comes across his face.  “Doll, why do you want this specific tattoo?”
“An eagle represents the freedom of the motorcycle club world I live in.  It’s talon holding my heart and a shield for protection.  All my life I’ve been guarded and loved by all of the Hellions, not just my dad.”
“You’re sure you want an eagle and not the Hellions insignia?”
Irritation consumes me.  Why is he questioning me?  This is his job.  I’ll pay for the damn tat.  Cocking my hand on my hip, I glare at Jared.  “It’s not my place to wear the insignia.  Look, if you don’t want to do the tat that’s fine, just say so, enough with the bullshit.”  Looking over at Sass for some sort of comfort as my frustration builds, she shrugs her shoulders like this is no big deal.
Hearing a noise behind me, I turn to see Tripp in the doorway.  His hair down and wet.  With his arms over his head gripping the door frame, and his jeans slung low on his hips, I can clearly see the toned ‘v’ of his lower abdomen peeking out from his shirt.  The tattoos on his arms on display, as usual.  Holy hell, he’s hot. 
“What bullshit?”  Tripp asks looking back and forth between Jared and me.
“Nothin’.  I wanted ink, but Jared’s asking eighteen hundred questions like I’m trying to get married or some shit.” 
“Hold the fuck up, princess.  Tripp may be interested to know the exact tattoo you’re talkin’ about marking your body with.”  Jared pipes up.  Sass backs away from me, leaving me inching closer to Tripp.
“I wanted an eagle with an outstretched talon holding a heart and shield.  It’s whatever now, you guys seem to know better.  I’ll get my fucking ink elsewhere.  I’m going to bed.”  As I start to move to the doorway, Tripp moves his arms off the frame.  Great, he’s going to block my exit.  Then, I watch as he removes his shirt.  The ink adorning his body is all on display.  I see the tats of his forearms go all the way up his shoulders and he has a dragon that peeks on both sides, maybe it wraps across his back.  What has my attention though, is the large eagle over his left shoulder blade is coming down with an extended talon holding a lifelike heart and a shield.
He says nothing, as his muscles twitch involuntarily.   Before I can stop myself, I’m standing mere inches from him, as I reach out and slowly trace the details of the design.  I start at the white of the eagles head, delicately I outline the bird.  As I reach his talon, Tripp stiffens underneath me.  He grabs my hand holding it to his heart, the very place the heart of the tattoo lands.  He drops his head, our faces cheek to cheek.  His hair has fallen down off his shoulder it tickles my face as his breathing sends chills down my spine as it hits my ear.

“My name is Talon Ward Crews.  Talon is for an eagle’s talon as its tool and its weapon.  Ward meaning guard and protector.  The eagle guards and protects my heart.”  He whispers to me.

Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.
Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.

Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Love and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’ motorcycle club series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.

When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

KEEP ME (Twist Me, #2) by Anna Zaires Cover Reveal

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Title: Keep Me (Twist Me, #2)
Author: Anna Zaires
Genre: Dark Erotic Novel
Release Date: September 30, 2014
Cover Design by Eden Crane Designs
Abducted at eighteen. Held captive for 15 months. It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long dark hair and silky skin. She’s my weakness, my obsession. I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me. I can, however, change her. My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep. 

***Keep Me is the sequel to Twist Me, told from Nora & Julian’s POV.***  
Julian's POV
“Are you all right?” There is a concerned expression on Nora’s face as she reaches up to touch the area above my left ear. Her slender fingers are gentle on my scalp. “Does it still hurt?” Her touch sends pleasure streaking down my spine. I want this from her. I want her to care about my well-being. I want her to love me even though I stole her freedom—even though, by all rights, she should hate me. I have no illusions about myself. I’m one of those men they show on the news—the ones that everyone fears and despises. I took a young woman because I wanted her and for no other reason. I took her and I made her mine. I make no excuses for my actions. I feel no guilt either. I wanted Nora, and now she’s here with me, looking at me like I’m the most important person in her world. And I am. I am exactly what she needs now . . . what she craves. I will give her everything, and I will take everything from her in return. Her body, her mind, her devotion—I want it all. I want her pain and her pleasure, her fear and her joy. I want to be her entire life. “No, it’s fine,” I say in response to her earlier question. “It’s almost healed.” She pulls her fingers away, and I catch her hand, not ready to forego the pleasure of her touch. Her hand is slim and delicate in my grasp, her skin soft and warm. She tries to tug it away reflexively, but I don’t let her, my fingers tightening around her small palm. Her strength is insignificant compared to mine; she can’t make me release her unless I chose to let her go. She doesn’t really want me to let her go, anyway. I can feel the excitement rising within her, and my body hardens, a dark hunger awakening within me again. Reaching across the table, I slowly and purposefully unbuckle her safety belt. Then I stand up, still holding her hand, and lead her to the bedroom at the back of the airplane.  
Twist Me (Twist Me, #1)
About the Author
Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.

In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.

She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
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