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Monday, August 29, 2016

"At Fairfield Orchard" (Emma Cane) ★★★★.5 with GIVEAWAY!!

At Fairfield Orchard
Fairfield Orchard #1
By: Emma Cane

Releasing August 30, 2016


The first in Emma Cane’s sparkling new series, set in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains.

Emma Cane welcomes you to Fairfield Orchard, where new love blooms and romance is always in season.

For Amy Fairfield, the family orchard is more than a business. With its blossom-scented air and rows of trees framed by the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains, it’s her heritage and her future. But right now, it’s also a headache. Putting a painful breakup behind her, Amy has come home to help revitalize Fairfield Orchard. She doesn’t have time for the handsome-distracting-professor who wants to dig into her family’s history for his research.

Jonathan Gebhart knows he needs the Fairfields’ cooperation to make his new book a success. As for Amy-nothing in his years of academia could have prepared him for their sudden and intense attraction. He doesn’t want to complicate her life further, especially since she seems uneasy about him poking around in the past and he knows he’s not the sort of man built for forever. But some sparks can’t help but grow, and Jonathan and Amy may just learn that unexpected love can be the sweetest of all.


Amy heard the crunch of gravel beneath Jonathan Gebhart’s feet, and she ducked her head until she could watch him walk away. He’d been an interesting man, all sober and serious, and seemed a little taken aback when she’d teased him. She could still see his short, wavy black hair that looked difficult to tame. It was hard to forget his eyes, green as spring in the orchard—and that moment when he’d really looked at her as a woman. That had been surprising and unsettling. He didn’t have laughing eyes—she imagined he didn’t laugh much at all, which was a shame, when he looked so gorgeous.

Would he be one of those boring professors who droned on and on about something that no longer mattered to anyone? No, he’d sounded too passionate about his request. Maybe he brought that focus to kids who only needed his course as an elective, who stared out the window on a gorgeous day and wished to be anywhere else. That had been her, once upon a time…

But not where history was concerned. That was an interest she had once had in common with the professor. But she’d let it all go, pushed it from her mind just as she’d pushed her family and friends away. She was surprised how much the amateur genealogist inside her had tried to come creaking back to life when he’d told her his hypothesis about Jefferson and her family land. But she wouldn’t let it.

When the professor reached his car, Amy saw that his broad shoulders were squared, and he moved like a man who always knew exactly what he was doing, had everything planned out. She always found confidence sexy. He’d been professionally attired in a buttoned-down shirt and chinos beneath the jacket she’d ruined, while she was grubby, with torn jeans and old shirts. He’d been dignified and educated, and she’d dropped out of college to spend her time with a man who hadn’t proven worthy of the sacrifice. It hadn’t been a sacrifice at the time, of course; she’d been giddy with what she thought was love. Amy knocked her forehead into the nearest branch, as if that could knock some sense into her. It had taken far too long for that sense to take hold, and it had proven costly.

She heard his car start, and then he was gone, dirt rising up behind as he traveled at a respectful speed down toward Spencer Hollow, the little village between the orchard and Crozet, the nearest small town. She used to take the quiet dirt road as an invitation to speed, roaring down the hill, the rolling countryside stretched out below her, rows of apple trees rising and falling as far as the eye could see. Life had been full of excitement and possibilities then—full of the promise of foolish mistakes, too, but she hadn’t known that. Otherwise, she would have stayed holed up in her childhood bedroom forever.

She was back there now, in that same bedroom, her cheerleading trophies and school certificates still on the wall. She’d chosen this path, of course. When she’d gotten the call that her parents had wanted to retire, she’d been only too glad to run home for a fresh start. She’d been so excited to help her family, to spend more time with her siblings, to prove that they were all so important to her. But underneath all those good reasons she had to admit that coming home also meant pretending she hadn’t let her life get so horribly, humiliatingly out of control as she’d spent years with a man who’d developed the same issues with alcohol that her dad had once had.

No one knew, of course, not even her twin brother—which Amy worried was causing a certain distance between them these last few years. But no one was ever going to know how foolish she had been. Her ex-boyfriend, Rob, certainly wouldn’t tell; he’d moved on to the next woman, one even more malleable than she’d been. Amy had quit college for that idiot, she thought, groaning aloud. But at the time, it had seemed like a great move. Her grades had suffered because all she’d wanted was to begin a life with Rob, to live with him and make a home.

It was Rob who’d introduced her to real estate, his family business. She’d started learning the ropes while still in college, helping out agents part-time. She discovered she loved working with people, and had a knack for knowing how to find the most important reason why someone looked for a home, and then delivering on it. She didn’t need college for that, so she’d dropped out. Gradually, as things with Rob got worse, it was harder and harder to be a part of his family business. Breaking up with him had meant eventually quitting her job, and it was almost a relief to be done with anything to do with him.

Now she was facing a new future, and she didn’t want to look back, to see again the mistakes she’d made.

But the professor wanted to talk about the past—her family’s past, and the memories weren’t always pleasant. Did she really want such a reminder? And, of course, there was the fact that she was always so quick to help a guy out, she thought with dismay. But she wouldn’t let her own hang-ups interfere with her promise to give his request some thought. He was right about her family’s link to Thomas Jefferson. If he had discovered new information, how could she deprive him of finding out the truth?

To clear her head, Amy took a deep breath of the apple blossoms all around her. This was the scent of springtime, fragrant and lush, of her childhood, of her family obsession for generations. She’d been molded by the rhythm of the seasons, of planting baby trees with her father in the spring, of morning walks through the orchard in the fall, examining apples to predict when each variety would be at peak ripeness. There definitely was a history here, the good kind—and the bad. She just didn’t know if she wanted to talk about it with a stranger, for there were dark episodes, like her father’s drinking, that warped some of her memories.

Yet being back at home with her twin brother, Tyler, made her feel all about family right now. Late last year, her mom, Patty, had had a breast cancer scare, and though it had turned out to be a benign lump, everything had changed for her father. Though sober for the last ten years, he’d never forgotten how his wife had taken up the slack when he’d been hungover, when he’d forgotten family events, when he had to be guided home after parties. Now Patty deserved the retirement she’d always dreamed of, and Bruce had intended to give it to her—even though the orchard’s finances were shaky. He couldn’t just give the orchard to his children and leave; there was no money for that. He would have had to sell it, and the thought had horrified the whole family. As the professor had pointed out, there’d been a Fairfield on this land for one hundred and ninety-nine years—Amy did know a lot more of her family history than she’d let on. It was their heritage, their history, their children’s future. Their sister Rachel, who’d been Dad’s right hand for years, couldn’t resurrect it all on her own.

So Amy’s oldest brother Logan, who’d made a fortune as a hedge fund manager in New York City and was now a venture capitalist, had offered a financial gift to their parents so they could buy their RV and begin their adventures. He’d insisted it was his right to share what he’d earned, and they’d reluctantly, graciously accepted. But Amy and the rest of her siblings had balked when he’d tried to bail out the orchard, too. After all, he was in business with several partners—it should be an official investment, a loan. The siblings even insisted on offering a business plan for what they intended to do to make Fairfield Orchard a success again.

And Amy, who’d been away from the business for a good ten years—except for working weekends at the height of autumn harvest—was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed. Coming up with a new idea to change things up at the orchard was now going to fall on her, Tyler, and Rachel. Thank God for Rachel, who knew everything there was to know about the family business. With her help, they’d come up with a great way to position Fairfield Orchard for the twenty-first century.

Amy took a step higher in the ladder so she could look across the tops of the other pink-draped apple trees and see the Blue Ridge Mountains, the backdrop of her youth. She took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance and momentarily closed her eyes with happiness. It was so good to be home.

“Hey, are you still up the same tree?”

And then there was Tyler. Amy looked down to find her twin leaning against the tree, arms folded across his chest. He was giving her that killer smile that had won over legions of soap opera fans before the show had been canceled. He’d played Dr. Lake, dreamboat hunk and dedicated neurosurgeon— who always seemed to be in the ER to treat every other kind of trauma, too. Both twins had the same light brown hair and blue eyes, but his short hair seemed tousled naturally, rakishly—although she knew he spent a half hour in front of the bathroom mirror every morning, complaining the whole time about the necessity. His agent had several screen tests lined up over the next few months and was confident they would lead to work. Most of the time, Amy couldn’t even be bothered to blow-dry her hair, just tossed it up in a ponytail. Tyler took good care of his body, and had already been after Amy to start running with him. As if she could keep up.

They talked or texted several times a week where once it had been several times a day. When Tyler said he’d come home to help her run the orchard, she’d been so happy knowing they’d spend time together again. College and life had separated them, and it had been jarring at first. He was a part of her.

In many ways, he was the same old Tyler, charming and happy, but in other ways, she
sensed . .. something else. Was he hiding part of himself? But of course, she hadn’t told him what had happened with Rob either.

“Have you been watching me?” she called. “You can see a lot from the house.”

“But not enough to come join me.” “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“After sleeping in,” she teased.

He shrugged. “We famous actors have busy evening schedules. Have to see and be seen, you know—however annoying it is.”

“No one to see you here at the orchard.” She climbed down the ladder. “Or did you go out last night after I’d gone to bed? Oh, wait—didn’t I see a Tweet about watching a TV show? Me and your thousands of followers?”

He rolled his eyes, then nudged her elbow with his. “It’s part of the job, and my agent keeps hounding me about it. Keeping track of me?”

“Always,” she said fondly, smiling. “It’s my job as your big sister.”

He snorted. “By five minutes.”

“It’s still five minutes,” she said sweetly. “Think we’ll have any groupie interruptions today?”

He grimaced. “I hope not. Sorry.”

Yesterday, a group of forty-something women had supposedly been on a wine tour of the region, and “accidentally” gone out of their way to see Tyler. He’d signed autographs, chatted personably, and Amy had gotten to watch her brother in action. He’d always been good with fans, just as she’d always been good with clients. Just another thing the twins had in common.

“I don’t want them to interfere with the orchard,” he said. “Come fall, when we’re officially open, I can’t guarantee what will happen. The public is welcome, after all.”

Her smile fading, she touched his arm. “This is a temporary job for both of us. Six months. No one’s asking you to leave Manhattan permanently.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “I know. But I’m as glad to be here as you are. We’re both running away from something, aren’t we?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Tyler—”

But he already had the ladder in both hands and was walking to the next tree. “It’s been a while since I checked for disease. Let’s remember together.”

She followed him, and soon they were trying to remember spraying schedules, how to keep ahead of apple scab, and when the beekeeper was supposed to arrive. Those were some of the topics of her childhood, and they should have felt safe as they prepared questions for their sister Rachel. But the topics were also part of the past, and it was difficult to feel safe there, when their father had so often let them down.

A couple hours later they went back to the house for lunch. Afterward, Tyler retreated to his room to return phone calls and messages, and so did she. It wasn’t easy to abruptly walk away from a real estate career. She’d been a little concerned that it would be difficult not to be out in the community every day, dealing with buyers and sellers, being in a crowded office on occasion. So far, so good. It was peaceful to be with only a handful of longtime employees. And when the fall season began, she’d have more people around her every day than she knew what to do with.

For a moment, she stood still in her old bedroom. The sun shone through the windows, glinting off her MVP trophy from her senior year of competitive cheerleading. There was a good citizen certificate from the Rotary Club, a cross she’d been given for her First Communion. There was even a stuffed animal some boyfriend had won her at the county fair. The blue-and-white checked comforter matched Rachel’s old one, from when they used to share bunk beds in the same room. It felt familiar and comfortable. She was home, ready to begin her new—perhaps temporary—future.

She looked through the photos pinned to her corkboard: prom group shots, lots of photos with her siblings, especially Tyler, and then the family shot they’d taken at the fair, where they’d all dressed up in nineteenth-century clothes and posed with serious expressions.

She’d once had another photo just like that. Only it had been real and rare and a hundred years old. The professor would have liked that, she thought hollowly. Once, genealogy had been a passion of hers, and she had spent hours talking to her grandfather, going through old letters and photos with him. The discovery of this photo had been the culmination of her private research, a way to surprise her grandpa with a picture of his own grandfather and his family. She reached behind the desk for the manila envelope where she kept the small pieces that were all that was left of the photo, of her attempt to do something to honor her family history for the two hundredth anniversary next year. Her stupidity had ruined it all. She couldn’t keep the evidence here where Tyler could find it; she couldn’t throw it away, because it was proof of a life she never wanted to return to, of what her mistake had cost her. She’d find a hiding place, perhaps her old one in the barn.

Now, the future had to be all that mattered.

But not to Professor Gebhart. He was all about the past—he wanted her family’s past, and it only felt like another reminder of her mistake in trusting a man who didn’t think he had a drinking problem.


"At Fairfield Orchard" by Emma Cane is a delightful story of two lonely people who can't fight their attraction to each other.  I really enjoyed this tale - Jonathan is sweet and endearing.  He's a true nerd yet super sexy too.  I liked Amy too.  She's kind and her love of family is heartwarming.  It was a bit frustrating when she used her one past mistake to hold herself back from truly enjoying life the way she wanted. While I did find that a bit annoying, her other qualities made up for it.   The interactions between the two were fun to watch.  Despite both feeling the need to hold back, their attraction and chemistry could not be denied. The Fairfield family is one to truly like - I adore stories with big families and when an author includes the interactions and family history as part of the tale, it warms my heart.  The story reads smoothly and effortlessly and Ms. Cane has written a wonderful tale to start this new series.  I am really looking forward to the next book to come.  (received copy for honest review)



Emma Cane grew up reading and soon discovered that she liked to write passionate stories of teenagers in space. Her love of “passionate stories” has never gone away, although today she concentrates on the heartwarming characters of Valentine Valley and Fairfield Orchard.
Now that her three children are grown, Emma loves spending time crocheting and singing (although not necessarily at the same time), and hiking and snowshoeing alongside her husband Jim and their rambunctious dog Uma.

Emma also writes USA Today bestselling historical romances under the name Gayle Callen.



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"Watch Me" (Ada Frost) RELEASE BLAST with GIVEAWAY!!

I am the Porn Prince.

Ada Frost
Releasing Aug 29th, 2016

This is my world, my kingdom. I sit on the throne and control the empire I created.

My skill? Providing illicit pleasure to thousands. If there is a fantasy to fulfil, my company will provide it.

I am the Porn Prince.

The cold hearted producer at Stone Industries who creates the hottest porn in the business.

But every ruler has an Achilles heel, and mine is chaos.

Abigail Warner is chaos.

From the moment she entered my office my world was turned upside down. She is my passion, my fantasy and everything I never wanted in life. The chaotic infuriating mess of a woman is everything I hate and avoid.

So why can’t I stop watching her.

Why do I crave her?

One taste and I know she will destroy me.


So a little bit about myself. I love to read, and create stories for others to enjoy. I've always been told I have a vivid imagination, I just lacked the confidence to pursue putting it onto the written page. But finally I embarked on making a single dream come true.

I love to read, and write. I only read romance, any in that genre really. But it has to have a beautiful happy ending, I know reality isn't like that, but I read to excape real life not re-live it. Reality is too broken and jaded without having to live through the trauma and angst in a book for it to end unhappily.

I live in Yorkshire, England with my family, and many pets. When I'm not writing I am a very busy mummy and wife. My family is my world, my purpose and I am proud to be a part of their lives.

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

"Bedded Bliss" (Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott) ★★★★★ with GIVEAWAY!!

A hot night in Vegas is just what the rockstar ordered... 
until someone ends up married.

Found in Oblivion #1
Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott
Releasing Aug 22nd, 2016
Rainbow Rage Publishing

Michael Shawcross is living the dream, opening up for his idols, Oblivion, on his band Warning Sign’s first tour. Until an overzealous fan goes too far and his hard-partying ways catch up to him in the form of an ultimatum from his manager, Lila Crandall.

Clean up your image—or else.

Single mom Chloe Adams is in Vegas for a rare girls’ night out. She wasn’t ever supposed to be attracted to another rockstar. In fact, she’s in rockstar rehab, and the cure for her addiction definitely isn't a sexy, smart-assed guitarist with wicked fingers.

She never expects to accidentally end up his wife. Or to have her new husband suddenly decide that she’s the solution to all his problems. And surprise…he’s happy to show his appreciation in a number of interesting, inventive ways.

Pretending their marriage is real might just be the hottest proposition she’s ever been given.

But what happens when a lie becomes the truth? 

BEYOND OBLIVION - A Rockstar Romance full of sexy fun set within the world of our Lost in Oblivion series! You never know who you'll see show up in the books. 


Chloe moaned. Why couldn’t she move?
Had she ended up with another Johnson sleeping with her again? Jinx wasn’t usually the cuddling type, but Ivy liked to spoon sometimes. She grunted and tried to wiggle free.
Was Ivy groping her boob? Okay, that might require a conversation about personal space. And seriously when had Ivy become close to two tons? She opened her eyes and immediately slammed them shut. Too bright.
Not good.
So not good.
Just how much had she guzzled last night? And her mouth tasted like death. Thank God it was Sunday. Obviously, she didn’t know how to handle Vegas.
A groan dented her personal flogging. Not a girl groan.
“Oh, fuck.”
No. No. No.
She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that sparklers started going off behind her eyelids. She didn’t. She wouldn’t.
Flashes of bodies grinding in a dark room tightened her throat.
You can do it. Open your eyes. Big girl panties, goddammit.
Was she wearing panties? She wiggled her legs.
Sweet peaches, she so wasn’t.
Chloe forced herself to open her eyes and look down. Definitely not the shirt she’d been wearing last night. Was that Dave Grohl? Why had her boobs had grown at least two sizes?
Because a male hand was cupping each of them like she was his own personal rock wall.
She suppressed another moan when the man’s hands tightened. His thumb flicked over her nipple and it responded instantly.
“Oh God.”
He groaned and pushed up her shirt. “Round two?” he asked in a fuzzy mumble.
“Round none!” She kicked out and connected with something before she scrambled up against the headboard.
“Fuck me.” The man curled into a fetal position.
Dark hair and naked shoulders. Was that a tattoo? Was he naked under the sheet?
She didn’t wait to find out. She leaped off the bed. Not her hotel room. This one was bigger with only one bed. A lake-sized mattress with tangled white sheets.
She was going to be sick. She lunged for the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before she skidded in front of the toilet. Her stomach revolted until there was nothing but dry heaves shuddering through her.
“Are you all right?”
No, she wasn’t all right. She’d awakened in a strange hotel room with a strange man. She gripped the edge of the bowl, frowning as something clicked against the porcelain.
She pulled shaking fingers away and flushed, then stumbled to the sink.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils absolutely huge. Blindly, she fumbled with the faucet, causing another clink of metal against metal. She stuck her head under the spray to rinse away the sick.
She needed eight toothbrushes and a magic eraser for her brain.
Actually, not so much on the erasing because she couldn’t remember a damn thing.
How had she ended up here?
Why couldn’t she remember?
Where the hell was her phone?
Auto-pilot kicked in as she pumped soap on her hands. Metal clicked against metal. She still had on Snake’s ring. She couldn’t seem to take it off, but she’d moved it to her right hand.
That was only one hand.
Something flashed on her left hand.
On her ring finger.

"Bedded Bliss" by Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott!  LOVED! LOVED! LOVED IT!  I adored this story - the characters and the plot and the writing style - all quickly became one of my latest additions to my re-read list.  Michael is the ultimate book boyfriend - he's a bit lost at the start.  He realizes something is missing from his life but not sure what to do about it.  Chloe is perfect - a great mom but still so young and missing her youth.  Together they are simply perfect.  Despite having the rockstar stereotype given him, he is nothing but sweet, patient and understanding.  Chloe, understandably, is hesitant to get involved and needs to think of her son.  The story is fun and has a great feel good mode.  It's sweet and tender and so filled with love, my heart was bursting.  I also enjoyed all of the secondary characters and the interactions with them.  I love that Chloe has such great friends.   The authors have done a wonderful job of writing a tale that seems realistic, is heartwarming and simply makes the reader want more!  Thank you, Ms. Quinn and Ms. Elliott, for scripting such an enjoyable read.  (received copy for honest review)


USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn likes music and men, so she figured why not write about both? When she's not writing, she's screaming at men's college basketball games on TV, playing her music too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.

USA Today bestselling author Taryn Elliott is obsessed with rock stars, men, and her unending playlists--maximizing these things seemed like a very good idea. When she's not writing, she's losing hours to hot men on TV, and/or a graphic design project. Multitasking is her middle name.

They decided to combine forces and found that hey...this writing deal is even more awesome when you collaborate with your best friend.

And so Lost in Oblivion was born.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

"Rendevous With Yesterday" (Dianne Duvall COVER REVEAL & PRE-ORDER BLAST! with GIVEAWAY!!

We are so excited to share with you not only the cover for Dianne Duvall's Rendezvous With Yesterday (The Gifted Ones, #2), but the synopsis, pre-order links, AND an amazing pre-order giveaway! 

The Gifted Ones Book 2
By Dianne Duvall
Coming October 17, 2016
Special Pre-Order Discounted Price—$4.99

Modern-day bounty hunter Bethany Bennett helps her brother track two fugitives to a forest outside of Houston, Texas. But what should have been a routine apprehension of two bail skippers spirals out of control and ends in violence. After Beth and her brother are both seriously injured, a mysterious figure suddenly looms over her. And, when the smoke clears, Beth finds herself not only in another place, but in another time.

As Lord Robert, Earl of Fosterly, attempts to identify and track down the nameless enemy who has been plaguing his lands and people with violence, the most peculiar woman stumbles into his path. Small, vulnerable, yet possessed of a bold, fiery spirit and wicked sense of humor, she persists in dubbing Robert and his men members of something called a medieval reenactment group . . . until she sees his castle and labels herself mad. It seems bounty hunter Bethany Bennett has come to him from the future, bringing with her laughter and chaos, swiftly winning the hearts of his people and inspiring within him a love he thought he would never experience again. But when Robert discovers a way for her to return to her time, will the love they share be enough to keep them together?

Now Available for Pre-Order! 

And don’t miss the book that started it all!
A Sorceress of His Own (The Gifted Ones, #1) 

About the Author:
Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series and The Gifted Ones series. Her books have twice been nominated for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews. Reviewers have called Dianne's books "utterly addictive" (RT Book Reviews), "fast-paced and humorous" (Publishers Weekly), "extraordinary" (Long and Short Reviews), and "wonderfully imaginative" (The Romance Reviews).

Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn't writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete like some of the vampires she has created in her books.

For the latest news on upcoming releases, contests, and more, please visit You can also find Dianne online . . .

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

"With Every Breath" (Maya Banks) ★★★★ RELEASE BLAST with GIVEAWAY!


With Every Breath
Slow Burn #4
By: Maya Banks
Releasing August 23, 2016 



#1 USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks continues her suspenseful and sizzling Slow Burn series with this fourth book—a mesmerizingly sexy tale of a strong, brilliant woman who encounters the one man who makes her lose all control.
Eliza Cummings fought free of a monster who terrorized her when she was an innocent teenager and helped put him away for good. She took a job with Devereaux Security Services and devoted every hour to taking down the very thing she’d nearly become. No one, not even those closest to her, know her darkest, shameful secrets. But now the killer has been set free on a legal loophole and it’s only a matter of time before he comes for her. Eliza's only choice is to run and lead the monster away from the people she loves.

Wade Sterling has always lived by his own rules, a law unto himself who answers to no one. He’s never professed to be a good man, and he’s definitely not hero material. Wade never allows anyone close enough to see the man behind the impenetrable mask—but one woman threatens his carefully leashed control. He took a bullet for her and the result was more than a piece of metal entrenched in his skin. She was under his skin and nothing he did rid himself of the woman with the courage of a warrior and who thinks nothing of putting her life before others.

But when Wade sees a panicked and haunted Eliza he knows something is very wrong, because the fool woman has never been afraid of anything. And when she tries to run, the primal beast barely lurking beneath his deceptively polished façade erupts in a rage. She may not know it, but she belongs to him. This time, Eliza isn't going to play the protector. She was damn well going to be the protected. And as long as Wade breathes, no one will ever hurt what is his.



“Baby,” he whispered, watching as her eyes became cloudy and then shiny with tears when he murmured the endearment. As though she mattered to him. Didn’t she understand she was the most important thing in the world to him? No, she didn’t. Not yet. But she would. “Lay your burden down. It’s time to let someone carry it for you.”
He’d said it before but this time it seemed to really register with her and hit home. For a brief moment there was a spark of hope and so much yearning in her eyes that he automatically squeezed her tighter in his arms.

She wanted to lean on him. He’d seen that in her eyes right before defeat registered and with it her loss of hope. She truly believed that no one could help her, even if she wanted it. How to make her believe in him? How to make her believe that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, to alleviate the pain and guilt in her eyes, to permanently remove those bruising shadows?

"With Every Breath" by Maya Banks.  In this riveting tale, Ms. Banks brings us the story of Eliza and Wade.  We me them both in previous books and their banter and back and forth left us wondering where these two could go.  I have to admit, neither is my favorite character, however, Ms. Banks still made me want only the best for both.  Eliza is a really, really strong heroine - she's tough as nails and never shows fear.  Wade is quite the arrogant one - he's possessive and not afraid to bend the rules if needed.  Together they butt heads constantly yet passion flows and is scorching hot.  Wade did melt my heart at times, especially when he was there for Eliza, who, despite her almost icy exterior, is truly a person with a heart of gold that is loving and protective.  There were a few times throughout that I did find the story dragged ever so slightly but then, Bam! Ms. Banks brought us right back into the meat of it.  Ms. Banks has a knack for making the reader squirm and quiver with fear - her villians are nothing short of evil.  I highly recommend reading the previous books of the series as they do offer some background to our main characters as well as the secondary characters.  Plus they are super enjoyable reads - filled with  romance, a bit of humor and edge of your seat, nail biting suspense.  However, this can be read as a stand alone too.    (received copy for honest review)

Maya Banks is a #1 USA Today and New York Times bestselling author whose chart toppers have included erotic romance, romantic suspense, contemporary romance, Scottish historical romances. She is the author of the Breathless Trilogy, the KGI novels, the Sweet series, and the Colters Legacy novels.
She lives in the South with her husband and three children and other assorted babies, such as her two Bengal kitties and a Calico who’s been with her as long as her youngest child. She’s an avid reader of romance and loves to dish books with her fans and anyone else who’ll listen! She very much enjoys interacting with her readers on Facebook and Twitter as well as in her Yahoo! Group.



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