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By Ashley Stephanie and Laura
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The conclusion of The Wicked Trilogy will be available on December 11th, 2017!!
Ivy Morgan hasn't been feeling like herself lately. Not like anyone can blame her. After all, being held captive by a psychotic fae prince hell-bent on permanently opening the gates to the Otherworld is bound to leave some mental scars.
It’s more than that, though. Something dark and insidious is
spreading throughout Ivy, more powerful than she could ever imagine... and it’s coming between her and the man she’s fallen deeply in love with, elite Order member Ren Owens.
Ren would do anything to keep Ivy safe. Anything. But when he makes a life altering choice for her, the fallout of his act has far reaching consequences that threaten to tear their lives apart.
If Ivy is going to have any hope of surviving this, she must put aside the hurt and betrayal she feels, and work with not only those she loves, but with an enemy she would rather kill than ever trust. War is coming, and it soon becomes clear that what Ivy and Ren thought they knew about the Order, themselves, and even their enemies, has been nothing but a cluster of dangerous, deadly lies. Ivy knows she must be more than just brave to save those she loves--and, ultimately, to save herself.
Because behind ever evil fae Prince, there’s a Queen…
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To celebrate the upcoming release of BRAVE (book 3 in the Wicked Saga), Jennifer is offering an exclusive virtual signing! Through this virtual signing, you will be able to order SIGNED & PERSONALIZED copies of WICKED, TORN, and BRAVE!
And best of all -- This is OPEN INTERNATIONALLY!
- Virtual Signing opens 9/21/17 at 11AM ET
- Virtual Signing ends 11/17/17
- Open Internationally
# 1 NEW YORK TIMES Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
AND A GIVEAWAY!!!
· PRIZE: SURPRISE SIGNED PRIZE PACK (containing multiple signed books & swag)
· OPEN INTERNATIONAL
· ENDS 10/2/17
Stephanie and I have asked our oldest friend Laura to help us with our blogging needs.
We have known Laura almost all our lives. She was our first neighborhood friend. It didn't take long to make her a permanent part of our lives. Our friendship has morphed into family. To quote Supernatural "Family don't end in blood." So, please welcome Laura to our fold!
Hello Everyone! It's me, Stephanie! I'm back and ready to review. Sorry for the long silence from me. On June 17th my Mother In-Law passed away. My husband and I had to take an emergency trip to Florida to take care of his mother's estate. We are still in the process of getting things in order back home. It's been a rough few months, but things are getting a little better day by day.
This month we have a few books that we want to review. Starting with "If There's No Tomorrow" by Jennifer L Armentrout. As you know, Ashley and I are on Jen's review team. We could not be more honored! Also, we received an ARC for "Fallen Heir" by the duo Erin Watt. I cannot wait to read Easton's story. If you have not read they Royal series, you need to stop what you are doing and go buy them! They are totally binge worthy!
Last month I was provided the opportunity to review "Cinderella, Necromancer" by F.M. Boughan. This was provided to me by Month9Books. Big shout out to them for letting us review this book! It was a very dark, yet wonderful, retelling of the classic Cinderella. Can't wait to post that review here for you all to read.
We have also added two reviewers to our team. Hopefully we will have them up and running with us in the next month or so. They are avid reads like Ashley and I and we are excited to have them on our team. If you have any reading suggestions, please send them our way. Our contact information is listed in the upper right hand corner. We are ALWAYS open to suggestions! We also love feedback! As always, thank you for supporting my sister and I on our journey to become bloggers!
Have you ever read a book by a new author and then proceed to read everything that said author has ever written? That was me with Jay Crownover.
The Saints Of Denver
This series is complete. It has one novella and four full length novels.
Leveled, Built, Charged, Riveted and Salvaged
"Everyone Needs a Hero"
Each book in this series gives you exactly that. A Hero.
Leveled (the novella) is the first book that ties The Marked Men and The Saints of Denver together. Lando is mentioned a few times in The Marked Men series. He and Dom bridge the archway into The Saints of Denver.
In Built, we get to see more of Sayer Cole (we met her in Rowdy's book) and the hunk with a beard Zeb Fuller. Can a lawyer and an ex-con make it work?
In Charged, we find Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson falling for each other. You meet Avett early on in The Marked Men series. And, if you are like me, you DO NOT like her. Hopefully, this book will change your mind. She wasn't someone that I wanted to like but ultimately Avett wins me over.
Next we have Riveted. The story of Dixie who is so kind hearted and a true fixer and Church who feels like he breaks everything he touches. Are these two meant to be together?
Last but certainly not least in this series in Salvaged. This book is brand new. It tells the story of Poppy Cruz and Hudson Wheeler. As a fan, I have wanted to get my hands on Poppy's story since we met her in Rowdy's book. Will Poppy and Wheeler be able to find a happy ever after?
Welcome To The Point
"Love is hard in The Point"
This is a completed three book series.
Better When He's Bad
Better When He's Bold
Better When He's Brave
Jay introduces us to a darker world. One she has made up called The Point. Things in The Point are never easy and it takes a special kind of person to make it there.
Better When He's Bad introduces us to Shane "Bax" Baxter. He is a bad. But, bad men need love too. And, Dovie is just the right person to love someone who is better when they are indeed bad.
Better When He's Bold is the second book in this series. Race is wanting to rule the streets and all places in The Point. Even the bad need a ruler and Race is gearing up to be that person. Brysen doesn't want to fall for Race. Can you let herself love someone who is so bold?
Better When He's Brave features Titus King and Reeve. Titus is a police detective in the worst place possible... The Point. Does he continue to see in black and white or does he have to fall into the gray in order to keep himself alive?
The Breaking Point Series
So far, this series is one book and one novella. It is a spin off from Welcome To The Point.
If you thought Welcome to The Point was dark, you haven't really met Nassir. Whew! This story is a good one. Nassir is the devil. He is as dark as they come. And, he wants Keelyn all to himself.
Avenged - novella
A man from The Point and a girl from The Saints of Denver set in the world of Liliana Hart's Mackenzie Family series. Don't want to spoil who the characters are if you haven't read the other books.
he Getaway Series
Last but not least is the first book in The Getaway Series. Jay plans on writing 3 books for this self published series.
This book is set in Montana on the ranch of the Warner brothers. A cowboy named Cy and a bitter unhappy woman named Leo. This book has twists and turns, ups and downs, and smoking hot romance scenes. It's not your everyday cowboy romance. It is a must read if you are a Jay fan.
Ashley and I had an AMAZING time at Apollycon 2017! This year the event was held in Orlando, Florida. We got to meet some pretty amazing authors; Jamie Shaw, Gena Showalter, Sarah J Maas, Jennifer L Armentrout, Jay Crownover, Katie McGarry and many many more! The event was very well set up and we cannot wait for the next one! Look out Washington DC, we will see you in 2018!
Jennifer's next book is coming out 2/28/2017!!
In New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s gripping new novel, a young woman comes home to reclaim her life—even as a murderer plots to end it. . .
It’s been ten years since Sasha Keaton left her West Virginia hometown . . . since she escaped the twisted serial killer known as the Groom. Returning to help run her family inn means being whole again, except for one missing piece. The piece that falls into place when Sasha’s threatened—and FBI agent Cole Landis vows to protect her the way he couldn’t a decade ago.
First one woman disappears; then another, and all the while, disturbing calling cards are left for the sole survivor of the Groom’s reign of terror. Cole’s never forgiven himself for not being there when Sasha was taken, but he intends to make up for it now . . . because under the quirky sexiness Cole first fell for is a steely strength that only makes him love Sasha more.
But someone is watching. Waiting. And Sasha’s first mistake could be her last.
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We were lucky enough to receive the first chapter of "Long Way Home" by Katie McGarry which will be available for purchase on 1/31/16! Also, Andersons's Bookshop also has signed copies available for pre-order! Enjoy the first chapter of this Thunder Road Novel!
The instructions of the English homework I didn’t do hang out from the top of my folder: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both.
Story of my life.
According to my football coach, I chose wrongly on the two crap paths I had to face last week. I just ran into Coach on the way to English, and he ripped into me for my sorry decision-making skills when it came to me choosing to stand up for the Reign of Terror Motorcycle Club instead of a member of my football team.
I didn’t just get my ass chewed out, his tirade made me late for English with no tardy note. Which is great since my English teacher hates late students like I hate riding my motorcycle in forty degree weather while it rains.
I round the corner, then peek through the small window on the door of my class. Ms. Whitlock stands in front of her desk in her patented white button-down shirt, gray pencil skirt and dark-rimmed glasses. From the back row, my best friend, Razor, meets my eyes and shakes his head. Damn. That means she’s in one of her moods where she’s refusing to let anyone in.
I’m not a tail-tucked-between-my-legs type of guy, but this lady is one of the few who can reduce me to begging. If she doesn’t let me in, then she’ll mark me as absent, the front office will think I skipped, and that means I won’t be able to play at tonight’s football game.
The window rattles when I knock. The entire class turns their heads in my direction, but Ms. Whitlock doesn’t. The muscles in my neck tighten. She is one of the hardest core people I know and my grandfather is the president of a motorcycle club. That says something.
She starts for the whiteboard and I knock on the door again. This time, Ms. Whitlock does look my way and she grants me the type of glare reserved for people who kick puppies. I got it. I’m late. I’m the scum of humanity, so let my ass in so I can play football.
There’s this guy in my club, Pigpen. He’s about the same age as Ms. Whitlock, late twenties, and he’s a walking hard-on for this woman even though she would never give him the time of day. He practically runs into walls when she’s around because he’s too focused on checking her out. I don’t see gorgeous—all I see is seriously pissed off and the person standing between me and playing.
Ms. Whitlock points at the clock over her desk. She’s telling me I can wait. If I’m lucky, she’ll open the door after the quiz that I’ll receive a zero on. If I’m not so lucky, she won’t open the door at all.
Two pathetic paths and I could only travel one. Nowhere in that stupid poem did it mention there was good and bad to both paths and that sometimes it’s best not to choose, but to set up camp at the fork and do nothing at all.
I slam my hand into the nearest locker, almost relishing the sting.
A glance across the hallway and I freeze. Doesn’t matter how many times I see her in a day, she still manages to take my breath away. Violet leans against the lockers as beautiful as ever. Red silky hair flowing over her shoulders, a pair of ripped jeans that look like they were tailored for her curves and enough bracelets around her wrists that they clank together when she moves.
Do I feel better? Not really, but I nod anyway as I try to judge if being alone with Violet causes more pain than having my balls ripped off. “Didn’t hurt.”
“Yes, I can see how slamming your hand against a locker didn’t hurt at all.”
My lips tilt up because she got me, and on top of that, Violet made a joke. Since she broke up with me last spring, things between us have been tense. On her side and on mine. Some people, like me and Violet, aren’t supposed to break up. Some people, like me and Violet, don’t know how to be near each other when we do part ways. “Are we talking now?”
“I’m locked out of class. You’re locked out of class. I could ignore you if that’s what you want.”
It’s not. Her ignoring me is never what I wanted. “Why are you late?”
Violet presses her lips together and looks away. A sixth sense within me stirs. Something’s wrong. I’ve known her my entire life. We were born only a few weeks apart and we learned to crawl on the sticky floor of the Reign of Terror clubhouse. We were friends, always friends, until one day, we weren’t just friends anymore. We became more until we lost it all.
“Late’s not your thing,” I say. Violet’s unconventional. Marches to her own drummer, but she’s not the type to be late to class. It’s a respect thing for her, something her dad taught her and Violet may never listen to another living soul, but she listened to her father. “What’s going on?”
She’s silent and frustration rumbles through me. Violet used to tell me everything. Used to see me as someone who could help solve her problems. She doesn’t see me like that anymore and it pisses me off. I’m angry at her for making us this way. Angry at myself for not figuring out how to fix us.
“You being late wouldn’t have anything to do with Stone, would it?” Stone’s her brother and the question’s a shot in the dark, but I don’t want to miss the chance to keep conversation with her going.
“Why are you late?” she replies as a nonanswer and my head snaps up. Guess sometimes blind shots do hit their mark. Violet was late because of Stone.
“What happened?” I push.
“I’m not talking about it.”
She cuts me off. “I told you how to help me and my brother six months ago and you told me no.”
By running away? No again to that insane solution.
“Tell me why you’re late,” she says. “If you don’t, then you need to stop talking, because the last thing either of us needs right now beyond missing a quiz or possibly being marked as absent is detention for getting into a shouting match. At least it’s the last thing I need, okay?”
I back up to the lockers across from her and lightly hit my head against the metal. Yeah, I don’t want to talk about why I’m late either. I shove a hand into my pocket and try to think of a change in subject. Telling Violet I’m late because my football coach tore into me for hitting a guy who was causing problems for the Terror, a guy who had been causing problems for her, won’t help me and Violet stay civil. She’s mad at the club, which makes her mad at me.
Violet’s watching me, and her expression is a lot like someone trying to figure out a word problem for math. Unfortunately, she knows me as well as I know her.
“Being late is going to cost you, isn’t it?” she asks. “You can’t play tonight if she marks you absent, can you?”
I meet her blue eyes, and my chest hurts at the sympathy I find there. I’d willingly miss tonight’s game if I could rewind back to a time where I could talk to Violet with ease and that’s not the type of trade I’d normally make.
Football is my life. So is the motorcycle club. The Reign of Terror are my family—the blood kind and the bonds of brotherhood kind. I don’t know who I am without the Terror, but to be honest, I don’t know who I am without football either.
Lately, I’ve been torn between the two, just like that poem, and everyone in my life has chosen a side. Violet used to be the person I could talk to, but then she walked.
Six months ago, Violet asked me to run away with her. She was driven by grief, driven by something she wouldn’t tell me about. When I told her no, that we needed to stay home, to be near our family, to be near the club, Violet returned the next night and announced I was choosing the club over her and that we were done.
Being a running back, I’ve taken more than my fair share of hits over the years, but I’ve never been as blindsided as I was that night. Never experienced the type of pain her leaving me created.
The door to the classroom opens and a sense of relief washes over me. I’ll have to bust my ass to bring up my grade thanks to that zero on the quiz, but at least I’ll be able to play tonight.
Ms. Whitlock steps out and sizes me up, then Violet. “I’m only letting you in if you have a note, otherwise you can head to the office and hope they give you one.”
Screw me. There’s no way I’ll make it to the office, get a note and return in time. Right as I’m about to kick the hell out of the locker, Violet glides past me and hands in her note. “This is Chevy’s.”
My head whips in her direction. “It’s what?”
“Yours.” Violet meets my eyes. “Thanks for offering it to me, but it’s not right for me to take it. I’m the one who didn’t have a note, and I’m the one who needs to make it right.”
She begins walking backward, and my short-circuited brain sparks back to life. I can’t let her do this. “Violet—”
“Have a good game tonight,” she says, then disappears down the stairs.
“Are you joining us, Mr. McKinley, or not?” Ms. Whitlock demands. Never met a person I hate as much as this lady and it takes everything I have to force one foot in front of the other.
Everyone watches me as I stalk down the aisle then drop into the last seat in the row, the one next to Razor. He’s calm, cool, blond hair, blue eyes, and he’s watching me like an owl who’s considering whether it wants that unsuspecting mouse for a snack now or later.
Ms. Whitlock is lost in her own world as she continues babbling about poem interpretations and people who died too long ago. I can do little more than open my folder and stare at the top of my homework.
“Chevy,” Razor whispers, and I glance over at him. He points to the paper on his desk and in his messy handwriting is You okay?
Yes, because I get to play football tonight. No, because Violet sacrificed herself for it to happen. Hell no, because the world’s messed up and I don’t know how to fix it. Worse no, because I don’t know if I should read more into what Violet did—if it means somewhere deep inside she still thinks we have a chance.
I shake my head, Razor nods and the two of us stare at the whiteboard. Two roads. One path. Can’t take both. The guy who wrote it acts like the choice should be easy. It’s not. And he also didn’t mention what happens when people like Violet shove you onto a path regardless of your thoughts.
“So how many of you liked the poem?” Ms. Whitlock asks.
The entire class raises their hands. Almost everyone, except for me and Razor.