Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Wanting Reed by Antoinette Candela

“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.”

How do you live with yourself when you are the reason you lost the one thing that meant the most to you.

Timing is everything and for Reed, he can never seem to catch a break. When Reed returns to Boston to redeem himself he finds that Elle has already moved on, building a new life, a new beginning. He needs her to know that he meant every word before he left, that he never meant to leave her. Will he ever get that chance to tell her?

How do you love again when the one person who made you feel like you were his whole world left you with a broken heart? Hoping that life and new friends could keep her memories and feelings for Reed at bay, Elle chases life and all that it has to offer until she is confronted with heartbreak again.

Is time and space enough to get past losing your once in a lifetime or will Elle be always Wanting Reed?
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“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.”

This is book 2 in the Break Me series and unlike Breaking Elle, which had a major cliffhanger, Wanting Reed has a happy ending. Although I enjoyed the story, I think that it was a bit long. The first half of book could have been cut in half because I don’t think that it added too much to the overall story.

The book is told from both Elle’s & Reed’s POV, but featured a lot more of yummy, yummy Tyler. And picks up where Breaking Elle ended. I wouldn’t recommend reading this until reading the first book as this book is not a stand alone. Also, this review may contain spoilers about the first book, so stop reading if you haven’t read Breaking Elle.

Elle is heartbroken when Reed doesn’t come back from Texas like he said he would and now feels like everything he said and promised her was a lie. Being betrayed by Cade and now being betrayed by Reed is too much for her to bear. And Elle’s best friend Tyler is there with open arms to pick up the pieces because he is in love with her and hopes to have a future with her. To ease her pain, she decides to give Tyler a chance because it feels so familiar and safe in his arms.

 As I look at him, everything we’ve been through over the years lingers around me like a warm blanket. This feels right for some reason on so many levels. I’m not sure how far I want to take this, but at this moment, it’s what I want. – Elle

Then Reed comes back for her, Tyler convinces him that he is too late. But Elle is not sure of her feelings about Tyler because her thoughts keep coming back to Reed.

 … Tyler wraps his arms around me. I need my friend right now. Is that what we are? I don’t know exactly what we are anymore. There are brief moments when I question what I’m doing with him. Am I looking for a temporary escape from my pain, or do I truly want more with Tyler? I tried to make an attempt to reach out to Reed, but he disappointed me. I put myself out there again only to be disillusioned. In the back of my mind, I still believe everything he told me. The last thing I want to do is use or hurt Tyler because I am still heartbroken over Reed. The feelings for Tyler are there, but I’m unsure if they are for all the right reasons. I squeeze Tyler back, resting my head against his chest and feeling his heart thrumming against my cheek. I don’t want to break his heart as I’m trying to mend mine. – Elle

Just like Breaking Elle, Wanting Reed is seriously sexy and hard to put down. I was hoping that the next book would be Luke’s but Tyler will work too. 😉 He deserves his happily ever.

 My life before her is a distant memory. I have her to look forward to. Better than heaven. Everything that I could ever want in my life is right here in this warm bed. I understand so much about love now. It can hurt you, but also bring you so much happiness. The heat, the power and the lightning you feel can go either way. I’ve felt it all with her. The highs and the lows. I’ve learned that I’m actually worthy of this kind of love. – Reed

4 Stars! 

“Best view ever.” I spin around in the direction of his smooth voice and immediately soak him in. He’s leaning against the doorjamb with one leg crossed over the other and holding his arms behind his back, looking as impeccable as ever. His shaggy brown hair is just the right length, resting at the nape of his neck, just enough for me to pull.  He’s wearing a pair of deep blue warm-up pants that hang loosely on his narrow hips and a matching blue jacket unzipped at the neck with a tight, white T-shirt peeking underneath.  Reed has become more toned and defined with all the training he’s been doing for NFL tryouts. I am definitely reaping the benefits of that right now. A smirk crosses his face as his piercing blue eyes scan every inch of my scantily clad body.  I know all too well what’s on his mind.  His sensual eyes remain on me as he strolls toward me and pulls out a box from behind his back.
“For you.” He winks, kissing me hungrily on the lips. He smells freshly showered and spicy and tastes like minty like his toothpaste.I squint my eyes at him, taking the plain white box with a big red bow and ribbon from his hands.  After agreeing for him to pick out my Halloween costume, he’s been like a little boy at a candy store.  I catch the smirk on his lips and the glimmer in his eye when I hold it in front of me.  
“What’s wrong?” He asks with a laugh. 
“I’m just worried about what’s in this box.”
“Don’t be. Trust me.  You’ll love it as much as I do.”
“Well, isn’t that reassuring?” I grin, poking him in his chest.
“No need to worry. You’re going to look delicious.”  The corners of his mouth turn up wickedly. “You’re with me and only me.”
“Oh, aren’t we being a little possessive?”
“Maybe a little.” He looks down at me and plays with strands of my hair. “Speaking of a little, I need a lot. Right now,” he says, grabbing me by the waist. “Trick or Treat?” He winks.
“That all depends on what’s in this mysterious white box,” I reply with a quirked eyebrow as I set the box down on the dresser. Closing the space between us, he groans in satisfaction when I rub my body against his.
“Don’t worry about what’s in there.  I need something sweet,” he growls, running his lips down my neck as he gently backs me up toward the bed.
“First, I get to choose what you’re going to be for Halloween.” I give him a beguiling smile as I eye him up and down, imagining him in a snug-fitting gray and blue uniform. “Cop.”
“Cop?” he replies, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform,” I whimper, placing my palms flat on his chest and sliding them down to the waist of his pants. “I have this fantasy of you frisking me and cuffing me to the bed.”
“Oh fuck I’m loving this fantasy of yours,” he moans. Grabbing my ass, he tightly presses me against his heat. “I can definitely make that come true for you.”
“What the charge, Officer Reed?”
“Concealed weapon and indecent exposure,” he growls into my ear as he lifts me and throws me onto the bed.  I glance at the clock and up at him as he slips off his clothes and crawls over me.  “Or should I say decent exposure?” he rasps as he deftly unclasps my bra, palming one breast while he puts his soft lips on the other.  
“Oh… baby. Do you think we have enough time?” I gasp, trying to finish my thought, but it’s futile.
“Don’t worry about Tommy and Juju. They’re adults.  I’m not rushing anything right now. I want to practice, get into character. I’m going to be one bad cop, baby,” he says with a grin playing across his lips.
“Are you going to book me?” I murmur innocently as his tongue skims over my lips.  
“I want to fuck you instead.  Is that all right with you?” He grins as he spreads my legs with his body, cradling himself between my thighs.
Staring into his eyes makes me want to fulfill his every desire. I will not deny him.
“Yes.” I pant. “Yes.”  My hands instinctively fist in his hair and I pull.  
“I think they call that assaulting a police officer. He says in a gravelly voice. “You can do some hard time for that.”
“Hard, huh?”  I bite his lower lip, grinding my hips against his erection. “Throw the book at me, officer.”
“I am doll,” he says through a smile, as he lowers his mouth around my aching nipples. He sucks and bites on one and then the other. I close my eyes, devoured by a sea of pleasure that only he can give me. “You like how that feels?”
“Yes, baby.” My gasp. “Please… Reed…if you don’t put your cock inside me right now, I’m going to die.”
“I need to taste you first.”
The mere sound of his words make me heady and causes my body to go into a frenzy. Oh, god. His declaration unleashes a torrent of need in me. My body can’t wait any longer.  My next words come out in a breathy whisper.
“Whatever you want. My body is your temple.”
“Good.”  He smiles salaciously, trailing his hand down the length of my body. “I fucking want you so damn bad.”
He blazes kisses down my body and then his wet, hot mouth devours my clit.  He circles his tongue around my folds while his fingers move in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” he moans in ecstasy.  I place my hands on his head, guiding his mouth over me.  His indulgence  pushes me to the edge.  Lifting his mouth off me, he plunges his fingers deep inside me and rubs my nub with his thumb while he kisses my stomach. He moves back down, replacing his fingers with his mouth.  I can barely speak as his tongue fiercely laps over my clit again and again, increasing the friction with every stroke. There is no other feeling like it, and I scream in elation. I feel the vibration of his mouth as he groans against me while I come.  After a few minutes, he kisses his way back up to my mouth as I fist his hair in my hands and tug.
“Baby, please, I want you inside me. I want more.”
He smiles and continues kissing me and ignoring my pleas. His hard cock rubs against my stomach, clearly exhibiting how much he needs me.  I need him. I lower my hand and start to stroke him, but he pulls my hands away and holds them above my head. There is nothing I can do as his cock twitches against me. I love feeling completely vulnerable with Reed.
“Believe me, baby, I’m going to give you all of me,” he moans, sliding his cock across my sensitive skin.  My heart beats feverishly in my chest when I feel him enter me. My hips impulsively rock back and forth against the heat of him.  He moves up and down, allowing me to feel every inch of him thrusting deeper inside me.  
He takes one of his hands and moves my head to the side, deftly pulling my hair to kiss me and sighing into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good.” His voice is filled with lust as he keeps his precise, focused rhythm, plunging inside me as I tighten around him. I mewl when he pounds deeper and harder into me, digging my nails into his shoulders as I rock my hips against him forcefully. “Does it feel good, doll?  I want to hear you say it, baby. Tell me,” he whispers into my ear. “Tell me you want me to make you come again.”
“Make me come,” I moan. “Please, Reed.”  Every muscle in my body instantly tightens as I stare into his eyes.  My heart is pounding, and I fist his hair in my hands as he works me so good.  Pressing my legs against him as hard as I can, the orgasm rips through my body recklessly, consuming every bit of me like only he could allow.  He pants hard and continues to thrust and pound until moments later I feel him release his warmth inside me.  A groan escapes his mouth as he presses his powerful body on top of mine. He finds my lips and gently collapses next to me where we lie quietly for a couple of minutes; the only sound is our labored breathing.
“Can we try something new next time?” I finally break the silence, pushing the hair away from his eyes and pulling him closer to me so that I can reach up and kiss him again.
“Sure,” he replies, kissing my shoulder.  “Whatever you want.”  I close my eyes as he caresses me in all the right places.  I never realized how much my body yearns and craves his touch until tonight.
“Cuffs,” I say, opening my eyes.  The guarded, dark look in his eyes sends a shiver through me. It thrills and frightens me at the same time.  I want it that way. The pleasure and pain.  
“Oh…shit. I like the sound of that,” he growls. “I’m going to use you, worship you and love you. Please, let me make you mine,” he whispers into my ear. “You trust me, baby?”
“I trust you.” For some reason with everything we’ve been through, trusting him comes so naturally.


Antoinette Candela was born and raised in Upstate New York and is an avid New York Yankees and Dallas Cowboys fan. She moved to Boston in her twenties and attended Northeastern University to study Business Management. As a child, she enjoyed reading and writing and penned her first story at the age of thirteen. She has always had a vivid imagination and finally decided to put her thoughts and musings down on paper.

Breaking Elle and Wanting Reed are her first self-published works with many more to come.

A few other interesting facts about Antoinette include: she is of Italian decent, has three brothers, was a tomboy growing up, plays the clarinet and dabbles with the piano. When she’s not planted in front of her computer writing, she can be found at the gym, running her kids around Boston, or at the beach soaking up the rays and enjoying a good book.

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Spotlight Tour & Review: Truth or Dare by A.J. Bennett

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Luna Alexander has always been a ‘free spirit’ and lived by her own rules, consequences be damned. With the approach of an anniversary she’d rather forget, Luna starts to wonder if there’s more to life than partying and hooking up with hot guys.

A chance meeting with a dark knight knocks her off kilter and has her emotions spinning out of control.

Will she finally overcome her past for a chance at happiness, or will she hide behind the walls she’s built around her?


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“Luna, you’re so infused in me, I’ll never get you out of my system.” – Hunter

Truth or Dare is a very enjoyable quick read. Although it is listed as a standalone book, and it can be read as such, it is connected to Now or Never featuring Grayson & Derrick. Grayson and Luna, the main character of Truth or Dare, are identical twins and Grayson plays a pretty big portion of the book. I always like to read a series in order, even though the main character changes with each book, so I was a bit disappointed that there was a book before this one that I hadn’t read yet. Now that that is out of the way, I did really like this book.

Luna had her heart broken a year ago that destroyed her entire world. Since then she has given everything a big fat fuck you attitude. She has sworn off relationships and kind of looks at sex like a guy would. Wham-bam-thank-you-man. She hooks up with random guys, sometimes not even knowing their name. But if she keeps this lifestyle up, it will consume her.

When Luna meets Hunter, she can’t deny the spark that he ignites in her. A feeling that she hasn’t experienced in a long time and it scares the crap out of her. She thought that if she hooked up with him that she could get him out of her system and move on, but she was so wrong.

 She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off him. She wanted to shift her eyes away, but she couldn’t. It was absurd. She’d never been so drawn to a man in all her life. Sure he was hot, but so were countless other men. He had some kind of magnetic pull. It was troublesome to say the least. – Luna

 Hunter felt it too.

 “You terrify the hell out of me, too. Do you think I like the fact that I can’t go to bed or wake up without you being the first thing to cross my mind? I crave everything about you. The more I have of you, the more I want. I thought I could get over it. Have you a few times, get you out of my system, and move on. Like hell! The more time I spend with you only intensifies my desire—bordering on obsession.  You’re wildly exciting, the most passionate woman I’ve ever known. I can’t get enough. You practically drip with sensuality. Everything you do … the way you laugh, how your mind works and Jesus don’t get me started on the way you make love. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you walk into the bar that night. You were so sure of yourself. Completely comfortable in your own skin, I love that about you.” – Hunter

 Truth or Dare was had a good story with a bit oh hot sex mixed in.  I would definitely recommend it for any contemporary romance lover. Now, I need to go read Now or Never.

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Too her surprise he strode over to her table reaching her in several long strides. She couldn’t take her eyes off his tall powerful body.

“Didn’t I already tell you once to buzz off?” Luna glared at him.

Rather than getting pissed off, he seemed amused. The smug look on his face irritated her. Even if it was a face that looked as though it was a masterpiece carved in stone. She noticed a jagged scar above his left eyebrow. It only added to his perfection.

He draped his arm across the chair next to her. His causal poster only ticked her off more. He could act a little bit apprehensive.

His cool gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth, she saw his lips twitch and she wondered what he was thinking. Of course he didn’t stop there his gaze continued downward and blatantly stared at the tops of her breast that skimmed over her tank top.

“Like what you see?”

He glanced up his eyes locking on hers. “Me and every other asshole in this bar with a pulse.”

Luna shrugged. Guys liked chicks, period. She wasn’t the only one in the bar and most of the jackasses could care less which one they took home. She doubted anyone in the joint was looking for a life partner.

Why did she allow herself to get inebriated? She couldn’t even think of a smartass comeback.

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yep. What are you like a black knight in shining armor?”

Another half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Apparently, it would kill him to give a full blown smile.

“I don’t rate a white knight?”

Luna shook her head. “Nope, you’re like me. All darkness.”

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A.J. Bennett lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and bulldog. She’s addicted to coffee, popcorn and books. Becoming an author has been a lifelong dream, and she’s extremely excited about her debut novel Now or Never.

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Blog Tour & Review: Worth It by Nicki DeStasi




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Anna lives every day the best she can while struggling against the demons that threaten to consume her and drag her back into the darkness of her very troubled past. The last thing she needs right now is a guy, especially one as sweet and sexy as Jed. When the attraction becomes too strong to resist, she gives into it. Even when she knows it’ll only end in disaster and leave her even more her scared and broken than she was before.

Jed wants to find the right woman and he’s drawn to Anna by carnal magnetism, but she also brings out an Alpha side of him that he’s never known. When his alpha rears its head, it triggers memories in Anna and her carefully crafted wall of protection begins to show cracks.

When fate and misunderstandings threaten the already delicate relationship, can they survive? When Anna’s demons threaten to be unearthed and Jed’s inner alpha only seem to make them worse, can they overcome?

Is it even worth it?

Warning: This book contains graphic violence, sex, and adult language

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I don’t want anyone to know how damaged and worthless I am. – Anna

Anna has been through so much in her life and is so broken. Her mother is there but is completely absent. He father is an alcoholic and doesn’t know her. Her step-father is a closed book and her first boyfriend beat the crap out of her, verbally abused her and raped her. She has no self-worth and no self-esteem.  She hates herself and thinks that she deserves all of the bad things that happened to her.

I sob harder and harder with the feeling of worthlessness. I have nothing, and no one loves me. I’m falling deeper and deeper into a hole of blackness…

 Jed is tired of the dating scene and is ready to find a good women the settle down with. When he sees Anna the first thing he thinks is that she is beautiful. So when his uncle tells him that she is the girl that he wants to introduce the two of them, Jed excited to meet her. But when he does she is very shy and doesn’t go for his normal pick-up tactics, he is not sure how to approach her. When fate steps in and she needs a ride home from work, he is more than happy to help her out.

I’m so fucking confused. I don’t know what it is about this chick that makes me want her so bad. I get that she’s hot, really hot, but there’s something else. Maybe her shyness is a challenge for me to get her to open up? I don’t know what the fuck is going on in her head. She’s hot and then cold. She’s shy, I get that, but I don’t think that’s it. There’s something about her that makes me want to find out what it is. – Jed

 Anna doesn’t understand why someone as hot as Jed would want anything to do with her. Her abusive ex-boyfriend told her that she was a worthless piece of shit for so long that she believes it as true. So when he wants to spend time with her she is a little bit freaked out.

“Why do you want to take me out? I don’t get it.”

“What don’t you get?”

“I don’t get why you’re so interested in me.”

He seems to struggle with his words for a moment. He glances at me with narrowed eyes, like he’s trying to figure me out. “I don’t know, Anna. I like you. You’re beautiful and funny. Something about you draws me in.”

I can’t do this to myself. I don’t understand his game. There’s no way hereally wants to be with me, so I know his words can’t be sincere. The idea that he just wants to fuck me crosses my mind….

 This book is so good! It is hard to believe that this is Nicki’s first novel! The pain that Anna is in of much of the book is heartbreaking. The self-hate is hard to read sometimes. Jed is the best medicine for her. He heals her and helps put her back together. He encourages her to get help and helps her through her pain. He is defiantly on my top best book boyfriends list because he is beyond yummy in every way imaginable.

“You want to know what I see? I see a beautiful woman with a big heart. I see a hard worker who has a passion for her dreams. I see a woman who’s smart and funny. I see a woman who I want to know.” I run a hand through my hair, struggling for words. I’m not good at this shit. I’ve only known this woman for a few hours, but even I can see how awesome she is. I take a deep breath as I step closer to her. In a softer voice, I say, “We didn’t even order dinner for half an hour because we kept talking. That’s a connection, baby. You’re so different from any woman I’ve ever known.” I reach up to stroke her cheek, and I see her body relax a little. “Do you get me?”

5 Stars!!!!!

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After I close up shop with the spare key because Asshole Alex never came back, I make my way out of the pizza shop and to my car. As I drive the green beast to Jed’s, I’m half-tempted to call and tell him I’ll catch him tomorrow. I’m fucking exhausted from my nightmare last night, and since I’ve been spreading myself so thin with school, work, and Jed, I’m dead on my feet. Of course, the stress from Sam isn’t helping either. But my need to see my sexy man overrides my exhaustion.

Despite trying to guard my heart, I know I care about him more than I should. I want to find love and a happily ever after in theory, but in practice, it’s terrifying. I want his heart to beat for me and mine for him, but the further I fall, the more panic grips my lungs.

My thinking is warped.

My thoughts are interrupted when my cell rings. When I pick it up and look at the ID, I roll my eyes. It’s Sam. This is getting ridiculous. After tossing the phone back into my purse, I pull into the parking lot of Jed’s apartment and take a deep breath once I shut off my car. Ever since we watched that stupid movie, I need to prep myself for the walk from the car to his front door. Fucking super zombies. Those things scare the fucking piss out of me, and I know it’s stupid. Give me a crazy serial killer or stalker movie, and I’m fine, but anything with creatures that don’t exist, I turn into a sniveling crybaby. Even the brief visual snippets I did actually see are going to take a while to purge from my head.

After I step out of my car, I sprint to the door of the apartment, like a…well, like a girl being chased by man-eating fucking zombies. When I reach the door, I take a minute to catch my breath and calm my heart before I knock, but suddenly, the door swings open to reveal a laughing Jed.

“What?” I ask even though I’m pretty sure I know what he is laughing about.

He moves aside to let me in, and after I set my coat and purse down on the table, he sweeps me into his arms.

“Why were you running to the door like a crazed woman?” he asks.

I blush and duck my head, but he puts his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. Two weeks ago, that action made me wince, but the more I get to know him and the more he does it, the less I associate the action with pain. He raises his eyebrow, willing me to respond to his question.

I sigh. “The images from the zombie movie we saw a couple of weeks ago are seared into my brain, and the parking lot is surrounded by trees. It’s a prime spot for a zombie ambush.”

He steps away from me and laughs like that was the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “You were running away from the scary zombies in the trees?” He continues to roar with laughter.

“Shut up!”

I try to give him an angry glare, but that only makes him laugh harder. I forgot about my cute angry face. Seriously, how am I supposed to give him my fuck-you glare if he thinks it’s adorable?

“Come here.” He grins and wraps me in his arms, and then he leans down to kiss me deeply. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine.

My breathing picks up, and I feel the familiar pulse start to grow between my legs. As our tongues dance, he grabs me by the back of the neck and deepens the kiss. I fist one hand in his hair, and with the other, I clutch his hard bicep. My heart rate speeds up, and my breathing turns ragged. When his thumb skims my hip bone, my blood begins to boil.

He devours me with his lips. I love being devoured by him.

He breaks the kiss abruptly and leans his forehead against mine. Both of us are breathing heavily.

He groans, “God, you’re amazing.”

He smiles down at me, and I smile back. I feel a blush creep across my cheeks. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him complimenting me. He steps back, and I fight my pout. I liked him where he was.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks.

“Water would be great, thanks.”

“Sure. Go ahead and have a seat, and I’ll get it for you.” He steps away from me. “Hope you don’t mind football,” he calls from the kitchen.

He’s back quickly, and I respond, “Actually, I love football. I’m a big Packers fan.”

“Cheesehead, huh?” Grinning, he plops down next to me and curls me against him.

“A proud one, too.” I smirk up at him.

He smiles and dips his head to kiss me. “At least you’re not a Pats fan.”

“You’re not?” I ask, a little shocked. “That’s almost as bad as being a Yankees fan around here.”

Now, his grin turns teasing. “Do I have a Sox fan in my presence?”

Oh, hells no. “I sure hope I don’t have a Yankees fan in my presence.”

He bursts out laughing.

Oh right, the cute angry face. That’s going to get old quick.

He composes himself. “Not exactly. I’m just not a fan of Sox fans—present company excluded, of course. They’re douche bags.”

I huff and cross my arms as I turn my attention toward the TV. I know I’m pouting like a child, but seriously, the Yankees are evil. “We might be a little crazy with our team pride, but the Yankees suck.”

“They don’t suck. They have twenty-seven World Series wins. That’s almost three times more wins than the Sox, who have eleven.”

“Technicalities.” I roll my eyes. “They still suck.”

He chuckles and pulls me closer to kiss the top of my head. “Baby, your angry face is so damn cute.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes again.

He laughs softly. “And no, I’m not a Pats fan. I’m a Bledsoe fan.”

“Ah, so you must hate my Packers because of 1996, huh?”

He looks at me, surprised. “What were you then? Nine?”

I smirk and shrug.

His lips twitch. “That was a long time ago, but I can’t say they’re my favorite team.”

“At least we both hate the Pats.” I grin.

“This is true. As much as we have in common, there was bound to be something, right?” He leans forward to place a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

“Right,” I mumble against his mouth.

He slips his tongue past my lips to tangle with mine. He cradles my head gently as our tongues move in a slow waltz. My breathing picks up when he slides his free hand under my shirt and up my side. His fingers trace the underside of my bra, and goose bumps erupt over my skin. His lips move with more urgency as he lowers me onto the couch, and then he moves his hips between my parted legs. I pant loudly when his mouth move across my jawline and to my earlobe.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Anna,” he breathes into my ear.



I honestly can’t believe my luck.

Lately, I’ve been getting nervous about Anna’s relationship with Jed and my standing in her life. Jed actually seems like a decent guy, one that takes care of Anna and makes her happy.

I hate him.

When she showed up tonight sans the lucky fucker, I wanted to jump with joy. Maybe add a helping of happy tears. I finally have courage and opportunity to tell Anna how I’ve felt about her since I laid eyes on her in junior high. She is so beautiful that my chest aches every time my eyes land on her. So sweet and good, my gut warms every time I talk to her. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve stroked my dick thinking about her, then I’d be a billionaire.

The sound of her laugh draws my attention, and, as usual, my heart squeezes in my chest. I clench my hands against the nerves running through my veins, making them sweat. I have to talk to her tonight.

An hour later, my knee starts bouncing. It’s getting close to that time when we take smoke and bathroom breaks. I’m gonna have to make my move then, so I’ll have privacy when I spill my guts. The anxiety climbs higher and higher. I clasp my shaking hands together and pray that no one sees them trembling.


I should have told her a long time ago. I shouldn’t have wasted any time on those other chicks. I should have manned up instead of acting like a chicken shit. I thought I’ve dropped enough hints, and at one point I thought she liked me too, but as time passes, she slips through my fingers. She accepts my more-than-friendly gestures and my nickname for her, beautiful, as nothing out of the ordinary. So now I’ve found myself planted firmly in the friend zone, and I worry I’m too late.

Please God, don’t be too late.

“All right, I need a smoke,” Chad announces after we finish Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit.

My heart stops.

Oh motherfuck.

My heart kick start double time, pounding like Tommy Lee from Motley Crue on the drums.

“Oh, good. I need to pee.” Anna puts down the game mic and stands.

As she passes between me and the coffee table, I reach up to ‘steady’ her. Honestly, I just want the excuse to touch her. My cock jumps when my hands make contact with her hips. I smirk inwardly when I remember the death glare Jed shot me when I touched her like this around him.

She smiles a thanks before heading to the bathroom. Shannon, Jared, and Aaron head outside for a smoke, and I take the opportunity to gather my courage.

I shake out my hands, trying to relieve the anxiety speeding through my system. As I take a few relaxing breathes, I will the fortitude to come.

I have to do this.

We’ve known each other forever. There’s no way she and Jed have formed a bond yet—not one stronger than me and Anna’s. Hope that I can finally have this girl fuels me into action. Time to quit putting this conversation off and hoping that something between us will just happen.

With a tight jaw and determination blazing in my eyes, I stand and make my way over to the bathroom door and psych myself up to tell the girl of my dreams how much I love her.

When the door swings open to reveal a surprised Anna, I say, “I need to talk to you.”

About the Author

Nicki DeStasi was raised in a small town in Massachusetts. She attended Fitchburg State College and studied Early Childhood Education. As a child, she enjoyed reading, but only recently began doing it again. She has always had an inventive imagination and finally decided to put those ideas on paper for others to enjoy. Worth It will be Nicki’s first self-published book. A few personal facts: Sloth from The Goonies is her third cousin, she acted and stared in several plays throughout high school and college, and she can play four different instruments. Nicki’s philosophy is to appreciate the good things in life. If we didn’t make mistakes and have bad things happen then we wouldn’t know how truly wonderful the good things are. No matter how difficult life is sometimes, if we look to the people that love us, then we can get through them and on to the good stuff.






Blog Tour & Review: Finding Me (Bad Boy 2) by S. K. Hartley

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Synopsis Pink Lips

The lines are blurred between what is real and what isn’t, the darkness that was once a place I feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed real.

But I was about to be pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it’s evil sides, all of it’s pain and grief. I could only hope I survive it.

What happens when the world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet?
Who will find me? Who will save me from my demons?

My dark prince or my white knight…

And will I find myself in the process.



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Melanie's Review

“Music can heal, hurt, break and maybe sometimes fix.”

Finding Me picks up where Finding You left off after that crazy cliffhanger. Do not read this book until you have read the first book. You would be totally lost and be missing half of the story.

 He is staring right at me. No, not right at me. Right through me, seeing through all the layers of pain, of hurt and guilt. He is seeing through everything and finally seeing me.

Neva, quite literally has to fight for her life, in more ways than one. Since you have read Finding You, you already know that Neva is in love with both Logan, her protector and her brothers best friend and Angel, the beautiful musician that she meets in one of her music classes. She makes her decision, only to find out too late that she made the wrong one.

I want him, I need him, I love him.

 In Finding Me, all of the wholes and unanswered questions will be answered. Why Angel reacted strange when she asked about his father and why he let his father yell at her without even a protest.

I can’t really say much more without ruining the plot and giving the whole story away. I can say that the book ends with a good outcome but most of the story was pretty sad – even dark at times. The sex was much lighter too because Neva spent a lot of time trying to get well.

We are both trying to fix each other from the pain we have caused. When trying to find her through the darkness, in reality I realized I was also finding myself. We both were. I couldn’t love Neva anymore if I tried. She is it for me, the woman who I would spend the rest of my life holding, protecting and loving. She is my purpose and I’ll be damned if I screw it up.

I think that if you enjoyed the first book, then this one should not disappoint.

 5 Stars!!!!!

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“Neva, don’t walk away from me!” Logan spits.

He is angry. What right did he have to be angry with me? I wasn’t the one flirting with another girl. Why was he even here anyway? “Go away, Logan!” I say, walking faster.

Suddenly my arms are latched to my back and I am being spun around. My heartbeat picks up around twenty notches as I come eye to eye with Logan.

“Why the hell are you always running from me? I can’t take it when you run from me!”

“I’m not doing this now. Let me go.” I say, trying to get my wrist free from his grasp.

“No, we are doing this now. Why the hell did you run?”

“We’re all running from something, Logan.” I spit, repeating Dex’s words.

“You still don’t get it do you? How much clearer do I need to be for you to understand that I’m not going anywhere? I have been in love with you for ten years, Neva! Ten years. It isn’t just going to go away!”

“I never asked you to love me! Why are you doing this to me?” “Because I hate seeing you fall and not get back up. I want to be the one to catch you, but you keep pushing me away!”

“What do you want from me?” I whisper.

“You. Just you. All of you. Every broken piece.”

I bow my head. He releases my wrists from behind my back, and they drop to my side. I can’t give him what he wants. I just can’t do it. I will break him. Christ, I break myself on a daily basis.

“I can’t give you that.” I say, taking a step back.

“I’m not giving you up without a fight, Neva. You can’t just walk away from us!”

“I am protecting you the only way I know how.”

“I don’t need protecting. What part of me looks like it needs protecting?”

“Your heart.” I whisper. I gulp back the tears that were begging to release. I would not cry. But every time I pushed back that feeling, it hurt just a little bit more.

“You’re breaking it right now.” He whispers, taking a step towards me.

“I will break it over and over again, Logan. My nightmares will hurt you, my fear of people being ripped away from me will gut you, and my anxiety will spike yours.”

“I can take pain, Neva. I had dealt with it for the past three weeks. I would rather have the pain with you, than without you.”

“I … I.” The words are at the tip of my tongue. Waiting to release, but I know if I say them, everything will change. Nothing will be the same and I will drag him into the pit of hell where my heart lies and my nightmares are real.

“I can’t.”

About the Author

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S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife and a writer. Based in the not so sunny North West of England you can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the public library (Yes, they do still exist!) or floating around her favourite authors books signings.

S.K. Hartley has an unhealthy obsession with coffee, chocolate and retro computer games and a healthy obsession of stalking indie authors.


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Blog Tour & Review: Used by Lynetta Halat

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Synopsis Pink Lips

I am a slut. No worries. I’ve come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver

A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It’s this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom

Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one-night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex … for her anyway. — Greer

Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she’s found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver’s outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom’s interest turns to hatred.

Love. Hate. Triangle.

Who’s using who?

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Melanie's Review

Unlovable. And if you’re unlovable, you’re incapable of love too. – Denver

Once I started reading this book, I had a very hard time putting it down. It is told in the POV of Denver and Ransom, but there is a third character, Greer, that is a very big part of the story. Through much of the book I am so rooting for Greer and wishing Ransom would get out of the picture. Then around 75% everything changed.

Denver is so very broken but also very strong at the same time. Her mother is a golddigger who cares more about her current husband (she is on her 7th) then she cares about her own daughter and she has a reputation for being a whore. Denver’s father left after her mother destroyed him and now he doesn’t want much to do with her because he says that they are just alike and he sees her as a reminder of the women that ruined him.

 … real love is a learned behavior, and I’ve never had anyone teach me. My mother’s version of love is that it’s a tool wielded to get you what you want, and once that’s acquired, you set your sights on the next objective, and repeat. If that’s not enough, my dad taught me that when you let love in, it destroys you and spoils everything good about you. – Denver

Greer, lives next door and is Denver’s saving grace and best friend. They spend as much time together as possible. When they are 16 a mutual attraction starts and they begin to kindle a romance. He has always loved Denver and wants to make her his wife one day and wants their first time to be on their wedding night.

 Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamt of taking you? But every single time I do, you’re surrounded by clouds of white lace and rose petals. We’re laughing, and we’re happy. I’ve always wanted to make you mine, but not until the day you become my wife. – Greer

 But then everything changes, and Denver’s life turns upside down.

 A few weeks before our magical summer would come to an end, my world shattered. And I used the broken shards from the wreckage to carve up my life until it was virtually unrecognizable. – Denver

When they go off to college, Denver finds herself undeniably attracted to Ransom. Although she keeps telling herself that she should be with Greer, even though they are just “friends”, she loves Greer but she is not in love with him. Too much has happened.

 Denver is so full of self-hate that she can’t see anything else. She calls herself a slut even though she has only ever been with Greer. When people talk about her and calls her a slut based on untrue rumors, she doesn’t try to defend herself, she just says, ‘yup, I am a slut and I like it’.

Although Ransom has a reputation for being a man-whore, he does not like sluts, and it infuriates him that he wants her so bad, but he stays away because he has ‘rules’ about women. But when he finds Denver crying and broken under a stairway, he can’t keep himself from helping her.

 I tell myself I’m standing over her and looking down on her to make sure she’s sleeping peacefully, but I call bullshit on myself. I don’t make it a habit of lying to myself, ever. I’m staring at her because she is beautiful and hurting and… just so damn loveable. I tried to fight that after I learned all that shit about her, but it was too fucking late. And it didn’t change a damn thing for me. Lord knows I’d tried. If anything, my feelings have intensified, knowing that she’s a hell of a lot stronger than I’d ever imagined. – Ransom

The ending – wow I did not see that coming! All I can say is book 2 should be VERY interesting! It isn’t a HEA, but it isn’t really a cliffhanger either. The book ends but the story is in no way over.

 5 Stars!!!!!

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About the Author


Since the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written innumerable stories and plays. A lover of good books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she’d always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember. She also has a secret penchant for wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting readers, and she collects reader’s tears in much the same way that wine connoisseurs collect their favorite vintage.

Her first novel, Every Rose, was the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively burrowing her way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the world. Everything I’ve Never Had was her follow-up adult romance novel. Now, she has penned Used, a New Adult Romance that she hopes sinks its teeth into you and doesn’t let go.

Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a Master’s degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance. She lives somewhere along the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she’s not writing riveting stories, she likes to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where she buys locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret Michaels and Dave Grohl.