Friday, March 14, 2014

Change of blog location!

Hey Everyone!
I have recently moved my blog to a new and improved website! I will continue to keep this site open but I will no longer be posting anything new.
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Thank you so much,
Love Abby!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Rancher's Second Chance by Victoria James Review!

Book Blurb:
Widowed rancher Cole Forrester is all about running his family's ranch and guarding his heart. The last thing he's looking for is love, but when his little sister can't make it home to handle some of her wedding details, he's forced to entertain the event planner, Melanie Simms. Melanie is everything he's not even remotely interested in: she's high-society, complicated, and high maintenance. But when he's stranded with her at his remote cabin in the Colorado mountains, he realizes he's seriously underestimated her. She's hiding something about her past from him, but despite everything, he finds himself falling for the last woman he ever expected, and the first woman to make him want to give his heart and risk everything...
5 Stars
This is the story of Melanie and Cole. Cole has gone through enough in the past few years that would ruin just about anyone and everyone that has gone through what he has. That is also true for Melanie. Most women that go through what she has would break and continue to be broken for a long time.
This is a story of finding that one person that is worth opening up to again. The one person that you would risk the biggest part of yourself to; your heart.
In the beginning Cole was reluctant to let Melanie in. He believed she was this rich girl that could get anything and everything she's ever wanted, she's gotten. But he soon realizes he doesn't know the real Melanie at all.
Melanie and Cole help each other heal and grow from the hurt people they once were. They are the epic love story that is a reality for many people in the world. They give meaning to second chances and that in the world there are second chances at love, if only we're open to the possibility of it.
I recommend this book to anyone who loves romance and the journey of love. It was a fantastic read and will be looking for more books by Victoria. She is definitely an author I will continue to read for as long as she continues to write books.
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Monday, March 10, 2014

Slowly We Trust by Chelsea M. Cameron Cover Reveal!!


The first time Audrey Valdez met Will Anders, she thought he wasn't her type. At all. She didn't mean to fall for him, but he made it hard not to with his goofy smile, Star Wars quotes and athletic body. He makes her laugh more than she has in years. But as much as she cares about him, there are things about Audrey that Will doesn't know, things he can't know. She tries to push him away, but he just ends up getting closer to her and her secret. Is the risk of losing him forever worth the chance a being with the only person she's ever loved?
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“No sucking face until after midnight,” Lottie said.
“You little hypocrite! You’ve been attached to Zan’s lips plenty of times tonight.” She definitely had. There were so many couples here that the kissing was almost constant.
“Hey now. This is a night about love. If somebody wants to express it, then I’m all for it,” Simon said, and Brady gazed at him adoringly. Those two were something else. I’d never seen Simon so gone on anyone, and it was a little bit of an adjustment, but Brady was cool and I was glad Simon was happy.
“Hear, hear!” Stryker said, raising his glass. Lots of toasting followed and then Lottie turned on the television so we could watch the party in New York City. The pizza finally arrived and we all ate and drank and were merry. The night would have been better with a beer, but you couldn’t have everything.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, we got our handfuls of confetti, poppers and noisemakers ready to ring in the New Year.
I pulled Audrey close and instead of watching the glittering ball fall in New York, I watched her face.
“Three, two, one, Happy New Year!” We yelled in unison and Audrey turned toward me for the traditional kiss. I wanted to linger on her mouth, but I had something that was more important.
“I love you,” I said. “I love you.”

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sex on the Beach Blog Tour-Before You by Jenna Bennett Excerpt!

BEFORE YOU by Jenna Bennett
Excerpt 2:
He stopped in front of the entrance to the hotel. “We’re here.”
We were, and sooner than I wanted to be. I glanced over my shoulder at the lighted lobby, and back at him. “You... um... you wanna come upstairs?”
Part of me hoped he’d say yes. The other part was terrified that he would.
He smiled. “I don’t think I’d better.”
“We wouldn’t have to... I mean... we could just...”
The smile broadened. “Thanks, but I’d better get back. It was nice to meet you, Cassie.”
“You too,” I said.
“Maybe I’ll see you around. Tomorrow.”
“I’d like that.”
I waited, but when he didn’t make any kind of move, either toward me or away, I took a step closer and went up on my toes to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you for walking me home.” Or not exactly home, but— “Here,” I amended. “Thanks for walking me here.”
He smelled good, like soap and fresh air. “You’re welcome. I was happy to do it.”
“Are you sure you won’t change your mind?” I nodded to the door.
“Maybe some other time. When you’re sober.”
“I’m not drunk.” A little tipsy, maybe. But just a little.
He smiled. “I didn’t say you were. But when I take a girl to bed, I like her to remember me the next morning.”
“I’d remember you,” I said.
“Good. Then I’ll see you later.” He winked, and this time he did walk away.
I stood there for a second and watched, just in case he changed his mind. But although he did look over his shoulder once, it was only to point to the door to the hotel. I sighed and went inside.


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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Kissing Eden by T.A. Foster-Blog Tour: Excerpt!

Book Blurb:
Have you ever thought of taking a vacation alone? I mean step on a plane, check into your hotel, and lie on the beach completely and utterly alone. No? Me either, but then right before senior spring break I got dumped.
Something about break ups makes you do things you didn’t want to do, and try things you didn’t know you were capable of.

That’s how I ended up at the Palm Palace.
That’s how I met Grey.
That’s how my spring break turned into the most unforgettable week of my life.
“Here you go.” The driver parked next to a cabin-sized building. A red vacancy sign illuminated the sidewalk with quick bursts of flashing light. He waited for me to pay him the five dollars it cost to drive two minutes from the Island Sun Resort.
“This is the Palm Palace?” Nothing about the place looked palatial. I already missed the bright hibiscus flowers and the nice girl from the front desk.
“Yep. You’re here.” The driver strummed his fingers along the steering wheel. I’m sure he had designated driving tips he wanted to collect, and wasn’t afraid to demonstrate his impatience. My hesitation was holding him up.
I handed him a crisp five-dollar bill and pushed open the car door. Before I could climb back in, he had made a full U-turn and was back on the highway. I watched the taillights race toward the cluster of resorts and abundance of spring breakers. I pivoted on my heels to face the Palm Palace. The sign blinked in front of me. This was it—my only option.
I smoothed out my shirt and took a deep breath. I reached for the handle on the office door, but it was stuck. I jiggled it a few times, trying to move it left or right until it broke off in my hand. Great, I already had damage charges and didn’t even have a room yet. I knocked on the door.
The door whipped open. A towering figure stood in front of me. The light behind his head made it difficult to make out the features of his face, but I could see the outline of a chiseled jaw and broad shoulders.
“I—uh—I broke your doorknob.” I offered the part to the shadowed guy.
“Dammit,” he mumbled.
“It was an accident. I didn’t mean to break it.” I followed him into the dim-lit office. In the side, a window-unit hummed and blasted cool air into the small space. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been meaning to fix that door.” He placed the doorknob next to the phone. “What do you need?” He exhaled through his teeth and glared at the broken piece of metal.
The smell of fresh paint permeated the office. The corner of a paint can was exposed on the floor behind the desk. I watched as he nudged it out of view with his foot.
“Maybe if you took better care of this place it wouldn’t break when your customers walked through the door.”
“Tell me about it. Doorknobs are just the beginning. Wait, did you say customer? You have a reservation? I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, and not for another week.” He rubbed his palm along the side of his face that I guessed hadn’t seen a razor in a week. His stubble was dark, like the rest of his brown hair. For the first time since I had walked in the office, he looked up.
I was tired and irritated from the trip, but it’s not everyday you see eyes like that. Eyes that held depth and soul. Eyes that made me forget why I was so annoyed. Eyes that kept me locked in place. I stared a little too long, trying to think where I had seen that blue before.
“I asked you a question. Do you have a reservation?” His snappy probing shook the trance I had entered.
Not only was the Palm Palace falling apart, but it was also lacking in the customer service department. I really didn’t need this after the day I had, pretty blue eyes or not.
“No, but I need one for the week. Apparently, this is the only place that has open rooms. Now I know why.” I frowned at the doorknob.
Through the window, I could see that the pool was only half-full. A garden hose was draped over the ladder with a slow trickle of water running into the deep end.
The guy looked me over. I was sure he saw the soda stain on my jeans. “Well, if it’s not up to your standards, don’t let me keep you.” He nodded toward the door that no longer had a doorknob.
“No, it’s—” I searched for a word that wouldn’t insult him further. “—quaint.”
“Did you say you needed a room for the entire week?” He looked at the space next to my feet. “Where’s your luggage?”
“The airline lost it. You wouldn’t have those fluffy robes here, would you?”
“Darlin’, look around you. Does this look like the kind of place with fluffy robes?”
This place didn’t look like it would have running water, but a girl could dream. All I wanted was for him to swipe my credit card and point me to my room and maybe some food. My stomach growled. The pretzels I had eaten on the morning flight from Raleigh hardly counted as a meal.
“Ok, I get it. You’re not Mr. Customer Service. Can I just check in? I’ve had a really terrible day, and I could use a hot shower and something to eat.”
I couldn’t believe the Palm Palace management had placed the handyman in charge of the front desk for the night. The white T-shirt that clung to his torso was speckled with paint, and he had hooked a hammer along the rim of his back pocket.
He pulled out a notebook and flipped open the faded blue cover. He traced the lines with his finger. “Yep, there’s a room for you.”
“You keep your reservations in a notebook?” I hadn’t really noticed until now that there wasn’t a computer in the office.
He looked at me. “Do you want a room or not?”
“Sorry.” I bit my lip to keep from sparring with him further. I couldn’t risk him tossing me out.
“It’s fifty dollars per night. Do you have a credit card?”
I handed him the plastic card my mother had given me at Christmas for spring break. She and my father had loaded it specifically for this trip. I had managed to avoid using it for the past few months, even when I saw a cute fringed bikini that called my name.
“What happened to your hand?” He glanced at my knuckles.
With the hotel hopping, I had forgotten that it had turned red and was starting to swell. “I ran into something. It’s fine.”
“Something or someone?” I thought I saw the corner of his lips form a smile.
He withdrew a piece of carbon paper and a metal rectangular device. I watched as he affixed the paper, placed my card on top, and then swiped a lever across my card.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
My father’s warnings about credit card fraud echoed in my memory. What if this was some kind of scheme to steal the last bit of money I had?
He let out a sigh. “It’s a credit card machine.”
“Are you serious?” I think I had seen something like it in an eighties movie.
“Yes. I’m serious. Here you go.” He handed the card back to me and pointed to the bottom of the slip. “Sign here.”
I scribbled my name along the line, being careful not to press too hard with my knuckles. They were tender. He handed me a brass key attached to a palm tree key chain.
“You’re in room twenty-three, which is all the way down this side.” He pointed out the window. “You’re the last room on the right. Ocean side.”
Ocean side? At least there was something redeeming about the Palm Palace. The palm tree was heavy in my hand. “Thanks. Is there somewhere around here I could get dinner and maybe some clothes?”
I was worried the airline still hadn’t called me and I would have to face the morning with my alcohol-stained jeans.
“There’s a local hang out a few blocks down and across the road on the sound side called Pete’s. It’s not a party scene; you’ll have to head back to the resorts if you want a DJ and dancing. About a block down is a surf shop and general store. I’m sure they’ll have something you can wear.” I caught him eyeing the dip in my shirt with his smoldering eyes. Eyes like that were hard to ignore.
“I’m not here for the party scene. Dinner sounds good.” I turned to pull the inside frame of the door. I wasn’t sure why I had told him that. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and, Rocky, there’s an ice machine on the way to your room. You might want to put some on that hand before it gets much worse.” This time I was certain he was smiling.


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Have you ever thought of taking a vacation alone? I mean step on a plane, check into your hotel, and lie on the beach completely and utterly alone. No? Me either, but then right before senior spring break I got dumped.
Something about break ups makes you do things you didn’t want to do, and try things you didn’t know you were capable of.

That’s how I ended up at the Palm Palace.
That’s how I met Grey.
That’s how my spring break turned into the most unforgettable week of my life.

T.A. Foster's Bio:
T.A. Foster once spent a monthlong spring break on South Padre Island, where she soaked in the Texas sun, beach, and learned what real Texas country music is. Sometimes fiction does spring from reality.

She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children, and two canine kiddos.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.

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Monday, March 3, 2014

Sex On The Beach Books RELEASED TODAY!!

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Book Blurb:

Spring break in Key West with my besties was supposed to be casual fun. But I never expected to meet James Hunt. Sex and frolic? Yes! A relationship? No. But his hot blue eyes and confident manner drew me in. And when he let me see the man behind the mask, I fell hard, foolishly believing there could be a future for us. Of course I never considered our relationship might be based on lies…or that his betrayal could rock my foundation and make me question everything I believed in…


The moment I saw Quinn I knew I had to have her. She hooked me with her cool eyes and don’t touch me attitude. I had it all, money, social status, and looks. I could get any girl I wanted…until her. When my friends challenged me with a bet to get her into bed by the end of the week, I couldn’t pass it up. But sex wasn’t supposed to turn into love. She wasn’t supposed to change me, push me, and make me want more for myself. She wasn’t supposed to wreck me in all ways. And now, if I can’t turn my lies into truth, I just might lose her forever…

Book Blurb:
I’m just a girl…

I’m a famous country star who’s spent her life cultivating a good girl persona to avoid bad press, but I’ve reached my limit. I’m going away for spring break with my two best friends from college, and we’ve vowed to spend the vacation seeking out fun in the sun—along with some hot, no-strings-attached sex. The only thing I needed was the perfect guy, and then I met Austin Murphy. He might be totally wrong for me, but the tattooed bad boy is hard to resist. When I’m in his arms, everything just feels right.

And I’m just a guy…

I’m just a bartender who lives in Key West, stuck in an endless cycle of boredom. But then Mackenzie Forbes, America’s Sweetheart herself, comes up to me and looks at me with those bright green eyes…and everything changes. She acts like she’s just a normal girl and I’m just a normal guy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. My past isn’t pretty, you know. I did what I had to do to survive, and she’d run if she learned the truth about my darkness. But with her, I’m finally realizing what it’s like to be alive. To laugh, live, and be happy.

All good things must come to an end…
Book Blurb:
It’s all fun and games

I had a simple plan for spring break.

Sun, sand, and a hot guy. Sex on the beach, with no strings attached.

A chance to get rid of this pesky virginity once and for all.

    And when I met Tyler McKenna, I thought I had it made.

Until someone gets hurt

But then girls started turning up at Key West landmarks. Girls who looked like me, but with one crucial difference: They’d all been drugged and relieved of their virginity.

The virginity I still have. The virginity Ty refuses to take.

And now I’ve begun to wonder whether there isn’t more to him than meets the eye.

Suddenly, sex on the beach doesn’t sound so good anymore…
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