Happy Book Lover’s Day 2017!

Hope your reading this year has been magical.  Tell me, what are you reading lately?
 #amreading a hockey romance book called #IrresistibleYou by Kate Meader.  It is from the series the #ChicagoRebels.  Seriously hot, I tell you.  
The first book (really the #prequel) in the series is #99cents you can get it here:

Happy World Book Day!

Today is #WorldBookDay!  

 

 

 

 

There is also a WORLD BOOK NIGHT.  

 

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Learn more here: http://www.worldbookday.com/2017/04/23796/

 

or here: https://twitter.com/WorldBookDayUK

 

 

 

I celebrate by reading and having a #SexySunday.  

 

Today, I am reading Shopping For A CEO’s Wife by Julia Kent.

If you would like to know more about this funny and sexy series, click here!!

 

 

 

 

What are you reading this fine day?

 

Join the reading discussion below.  

Tell me what you’re currently reading or what your favorite book of all time is.  

 

(If you can actually do that!)

 

 

 

 

Happy Reading!!

 

 

 

 

 

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#PNR and #UF Giveaway Party

Welcome to the #PNR and #UF Giveaway Party!

 

Who’s ready for a giveaway you can get your hands on? A bunch of authors got together to bring your this Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! One lucky winner is going to win SIXTY-TWO (62) Paperback Books! How’s that for an epic Book-Lover’s Prize?! If you are a fan of Urban Fantasy, Dystopian Fiction, or Paranormal/SciFi Romance, you’re going to want to get in on this! The best part is that even if you don’t win, you’ll be subscribed to the sponsoring authors newsletters for a chance to grab some freebies, snag some special offers, and enter more giveaways!
 

 

Here are a couple of sneak peeks!

 

Excerpt from Foxblood: A Brush with the Moon by Raquel Lyon

The funeral was a typically sombre affair, alive with soggy tissues and streaky make-up. I stood at the back, letting the vicar’s voice wash over me, and spent the whole time staring at the flower-laden coffin, wondering if the lid would suddenly flip up and a fanged monster would escape to reap its vengeance on the congregation.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t happen, and as the mourners dispersed in the direction of the pub, I quietly snuck off home. I wasn’t in the mood for crowds and needed time to think, time to try to make sense of at least something, but as I turned to close the door, it was obstructed by a perfectly polished black shoe that belonged to…

“Sebastian?”

“Seb, please,” he said, easing his way through. “Only my father calls me Sebastian.” He checked down the backstreet and closed the door securely. His eyes scanned the flat. “Nice place.”

“I like it.”

“It doesn’t bother you? Living over a funeral parlour?” he asked.

“Why would it? The neighbours are quiet.”

He didn’t laugh at my joke; neither did he comment. He simply stood silently, staring. It was very unnerving and made my legs go all wobbly. Perhaps if I turned away from him, he’d disappear again? It was worth a shot. I forced my jelly legs over to the front window and stared out at nothing in particular. The light was subdued, and the sky had darkened to an air force grey. A low mist was beginning to carpet the distant fields, and I wondered if snow had been forecast.

I knew my little experiment hadn’t worked. He was still there. I could feel his presence and smell his scent, a musky, inviting aroma that filled my senses and sent my head into a whirl, and it was getting stronger.

“Your friends interrupted us the other day. Can we talk now?” he whispered softly into my neck, and his fingertips traced a fiery trail down my spine.

“What’s the point? There’s nothing to say. I wish you’d just leave me alone,” I said, lowering my head in time to see Lara leaving the newsagents. She glanced up with a look of fury contorting her face as Sebastian’s hands reached around either side of me and grabbed the window frame.

“I can’t do that. I’m not that strong,” he said.

I studied the arms now imprisoning me, with their perfectly formed muscles straining against the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt, and seriously doubted his statement. His stance was predatory and made me feel uncomfortable. I ducked under his elbow to escape, but he caught me around the waist and pulled me against him. Our bodies moulded together perfectly, and the strength of his grip made me feel like a china doll that he’d be able to crush in an instant. He was almost a full head taller than I was, and the warmth of his breath caressed my forehead. How easy it would be to reach up and taste those lips. I imagined the feel of them, and my own parted in an involuntary invitation.

The full Foxblood series can be seen here: http://foxifae.wixsite.com/raquellyon

 
Autumn Winters, Realm Watchers Book 1  by J. S. Malcom 
 
The rain has stopped, but fog crept in while I sat in Rory’s. I walk through that fog now, the streetlights casting cones of luminescence that capture swirling mist. I should go straight home, but I really want a bottle of wine. J.J.’s Market is only two blocks off and I walk toward neon signs advertising beer and cigarettes, drawn like a moth. Not long ago, I was newly married, looking forward to finishing my MFA in Design with the hope of someday starting my own business. I barely drank and rarely got drunk. Now, I’m wandering around out here at night trying to avoid ghosts and unwilling to go home without alcohol because I’m afraid I won’t sleep. My eyes start to prickle and I wipe the back of my hand across my face.  
 
And, no, I’m not alone. I can’t hear her behind me—her steps will never make sound again. All the same, I feel her there and soon she walks beside me. 
 
“Hello?” she says. 
 
I keep walking. God, it breaks my heart but I don’t want her next to me. 
 
“Can you hear me?” 
 
Yes, I can hear you. I say nothing. 
 
One block to go and maybe I’ll just uncork that bottle right in the store. With any luck, she’ll veer off and find some other lucky person to latch onto.  
 
“I really need your help.” Her breath hitches as her voice rises in pitch. She’s also crying and I just can’t ignore her—it’s not about me anymore. 
 
I slow down, then stop. I wipe my eyes, realizing that she’s not the only one crying. 
 
“Are you okay?” she says. 
 
Seriously? Things have gotten that bad? 
 
I take a deep breath to calm down. “I’m fine. Okay, I’m lying but I can deal with that later. What’s going on with you?” 
 
“I’m not dead,” she says.  
 
I turn to look at her. No, she doesn’t look dead but many of them don’t. Not to me, anyway. Some are more translucent while others appear basically the same as you and me, give or take the glow around them. That’s not guaranteed either. People are all different, whether dead or alive. One of my new theories is that we all start out as “dead” before becoming “alive” again. Like a lightbulb switching on and off again here in this realm. I think it’s a circular system. It seems an efficient use of energy. In this theory, ghosts are glitches. But this girl next to me isn’t interested in hearing about my theories, which change daily anyway. She just wants to know what’s going on. 
 
I really don’t want to go there right now but I’m stuck in this situation. I look at her young, beautiful face. Trusting eyes stare back at me. 
 
“I’m really sorry,” I say. “Did it happen fast? Was it a car crash or something?” 
 
She shakes her head. “That’s not what happened.” 
 
I don’t want to take it to the next level but, evidently, I have no choice. “Did you commit suicide?” 
 
That happens a lot too, I’ve come to learn. Suicide is a big one for getting you grounded. You cause that kind of pain and you just can’t move on.  
 
She shakes her head again. “No. Please, that isn’t what happened.” 
 
I think for a moment, hesitating because I hate the dark stuff. I really don’t want to know if she was murdered.  
 
“I’m not dead,” she says. “I swear. They took my body!” 
 
 

THROUGH THE VEIL by Colleen Halverson

 

“Nice catch,” he said, grinning.

 

I flung the apple up into the air and caught it in my other hand. “I played third base. Little League.”

 

“You mean baseball?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Never seen a game myself.”

 

I gaped at Finn. “You mean you live in Chicago, and you’ve never been to a Cubs game?”

 

He shrugged. “Not interested.” Finn’s eyes lit up, and he shoved me playfully with his shoulder. “Now hurling. That’s a good game.” “Well, they’re totally different. That’s not even a fair comparison,” I said with a sniff. “Fair enough,” Finn said, wistful. “Really, nothing can compare with hurling.”

 

I laughed. “Moiré tried to explain the rules to me once, but she lost me after hurley stick.”

 

“Oh, it’s simple, really.” Finn jumped down and rummaged around the rubble until he found a large branch. He swung it, the stick cutting through the air, slowly at first, but then with more force. Finn’s chest muscles rippled between the flaps of his leather jacket, and my blood pulsed in my ears at the sight of him, dancing from foot to foot as he practiced his swing.

 

“Now the point of hurling,” Finn began, “is to use this stick, the hurley stick.” He raised the old branch in the air. “To get a little ball called a sliotar either over or under your opponent’s goalpost.” Finn picked up a handful of small rocks and, using his “hurley,” sent a pebble whizzing over the stone wall, inches from my head.

 

“Hey, watch it!”

 

Finn smiled up at me. “You with me so far?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Now,” Finn said. “If the ball flies under the goalpost into the net, it’s worth three points.” Finn sent another pebble skittering against the wall, right next to my boot. “But you have to get it past the keeper, and that can be a challenge.” His eyes glittered at me as he swung his stick again. He threw a rock up in the air and with a loud thwack sent it zooming over the wall. I held out my hand and caught the stone, the look on Finn’s face making up for the sting of impact.

 

“And he’s out!” I cried, jumping off the wall and doing a mock victory dance. “Cubs win! Cubs win! Wooooooooooooo!”

 

Finn stalked over to me and grabbed my fist. “Will you settle down!” he said, attempting to pry the pebble from my grip. “I’m trying to teach you a three-thousand-year-old art form and you’re nattering on about the fecking Cubs.”

 

I giggled, snatching his hurley stick from his hands.

 

“Technical foul!” Finn barked behind me, but I sprinted away, swinging the hurley over my head as I climbed the wall.

 

“Get back here, you brat!” Finn bolted after me so quickly, he lost his footing on the stone wall and tumbled to the ground. I laughed as he came to his feet, his hair loose, chasing me.

 

“It’s the bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded!”

 

Finn made a snatch for the stick, but I feigned to the right. “Tanner’s up to bat.” I climbed a set of old stairs to nowhere and tossed up the stone. I popped out my hips and, following through on the turn, sent the stone flying over the hill and down the cliffs below. I jumped down, swinging my baseball/hurley bat. “Homerun by Tanner! And the Cubs win the pennant!”

 

Finn smacked into me, and I collapsed to the ground, his wide body over mine as he grasped for the stick.

 


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Kitty’s Book Spot! 2nd Blogaversary Party – Your Invited!

Kitty’s Book Spot! has turned 2.  Thank you all for making this happen!

 

 

Join us today between the hours of 11:00am – 5:00pm. (PST)

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/2003875853172057/

 

This is the schedule planned:

PST DATE/TIME AUTHOR

11:00 AM Karina Kantas
12:00 PM Samantha Cole
12:30 PM Adison Kline
1:00 PM Amber Lacie
2:00 PM Michele Gantz
2:30 PM Amy Cecil
3:00 PM J.L. Beck
3:30 PM R.M. Simone
4:00 PM R.L. Weeks
4:30 PM Kari Holloway
4:45 PM Mila Waters
5:00 PM KBS! & END OF PARTY!

 

***Surprise Authors will be represented

This is a special event on Thanksgiving Weekend on FRIDAY, 11/25/2016 in place of this one. Hope to see all of there.

 

There will be many prizes and previews of upcoming books! Thanks!! :0)

 

 

 

 

 

Looking for a weekend read?

JOIN A BOOK CLUB!

 

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Reading the 5* #CenterIce by Cate Cameron in the #YABookClub.http://booklikes.com/book-clubs/12/ya-book-club

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Summer Reading Celebration – Robin Bielman & Lovestruck

Entangled Lovestruck is so excited to be continuing the summer reading celebration with Robin Bielman, a binge-worthy author of both sweet and sexy reads! We are giddy with anticipation over her upcoming release, The Best Friend Bargain, and we hope you are, too!

Keeping Mr. Right Now by Robin Bielman
On sale for just 99¢!
 

 

About the Book:

 

A temporary agreement neither could keep…

 

Surfer Zane Hollander has always been lucky with the ladies. But if he’s to land a new sponsor, Zane needs to clean up his act, and fast. He might not have anything in common with brainy event planner Sophie Birch, but she’s sweet and respectable—exactly what he needs.

 

Sophie’s never set foot on a beach, let alone left her hometown…until now. What does a sex-on-a-surfboard celebrity like Zane see in a klutzy bookworm like her? Oh, right. Nothing. Their relationship is purely fictional. And Zane is supposed to be on his best behavior. Sigh.
But the more Sophie blossoms under the beachy sun, the more Zane fears he’ll just break her heart. And this time, he’s found a heart he isn’t willing to break…

 

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Blame It On the Kiss by Robin Bielman
 
 
About the Book:

 

The one guy she shouldn’t want…

 

Honor Mitchell has never finished anything she’s started, but she’s determined to finish her best friend’s bucket list before it’s too late. No way will she let a man compromise her mission—especially not her best friend’s ex, who is just as determined to help tick items off Honor’s list.

 

Bryce Bishop is done being Mr. Nice Guy. His trust in women is shot, but after kissing Honor—a kiss that ended as soon as they realized the other’s identity—he needs some closure. He’ll help Honor, then move on with his life. End of story.

 

He and Honor are completely wrong for each other, but with each task they cross off the list, wrong starts to feel right. But Bryce is in a no-win situation, because suddenly being the do-good guy has put his plans—and heart—in serious jeopardy.

Find it online:
 
 
 
 
 

Blame it on the Kiss (Kisses in the Sand, #2)Blame it on the Kiss by Robin Bielman
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 2nd book from the Kisses In The Sand series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading series books in order.

Honor has the hots for Bryce. He has the hots for her. Yet they shy away from every opportunity since he used to date her best friend. The both feel guilty, but have no real reason to.

Bryce just wants Honor to give him a chance. Just a moment in time that he can be more than just a past piece for her best friend. They both have pasts with hurt and pain to overcome. Can they get past the secrets and get together?

I love this series. I found these two very honest and sincere. I loved their banter and the heat is sparking right off the page!

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publishers, in exchange for an honest review only.

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Yours at Midnight by Robin Bielman
 
 


About the Book:
 
One night. One love. One secret that could rip them apart…
 
Lyric Whetsone only had eyes for Quinn Sobel’s brother Oliver, until a car crash took Oliver’s life on New Year’s Eve. Then, a moment of shared grief between Quinn and Lyric became something more impassioned, something that frightened Quinn so much he ran from Lyric’s bed and her life, disappearing for four long years.
 
Now Quinn’s back for another New Year’s Eve, struggling for closure, desperate to leave his grief in the past and make amends with the girl of his dreams.
 
But Lyric has a secret–one that could drive Quinn from her life forever. Will Quinn run away from the love and acceptance he’s always wanted…or will he claim his New Year’s kiss and make her his at midnight?
 
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Don’t miss Robin Bielman’s upcoming release, The Best Friend Bargain!

 
 
 
 
 

The tail end of daylight cast a glow around her in one-of-a-kind beauty and he found himself tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up at him with similar appreciation.

 

When her gaze moved to his mouth, he was a goner.

 

He ignored the voice inside his head reminding him she was his best friend and once they crossed this line they could never go back, and gave her two seconds to say something to change his mind.

 

One, two…

 

She took a step back.

 

One kiss. One kiss to get it out of his head and put it to rest. She might have placed another foot between them, but Danny saw the indecision in her eyes. He inched closer anyway, unwilling to let her go without one more try. It was a jerk move, but if he didn’t get to taste her he’d go insane wondering.

 

He cradled her neck in his hands.

 

“Danny.” He liked how breathless his name sounded on her lips.

 

“We have to. I’m going out of my mind, Liv.”

 

She half gasped, half sighed, a pleasure-and-pain kind of sound he wanted to turn into one of satisfaction. They had to get this crazy new attraction out of the way so they could go back to being just Liv and Danny. “Make it terrible,” she whispered.

 

He smiled. “I’ll do my best.”

 

“To make it awful,” she reiterated.

 

“Prepare yourself for the worst kiss ever.”

 

Her small smile made itself at home inside his chest. He lowered his mouth to hers. No tongue, he told himself. Keep it innocent. Safe.

 

 

 

The Best Friend Bargain (Kisses in the Sand, #3)The Best Friend Bargain by Robin Bielman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the 3rd book in the Kisses In The Sand series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers and enjoy, please read the series in order.

Olivia & Danny have been best friends since way back. They both avoid getting messy by crossing over that line. Now she needs him more than ever.

Danny knows his future is bleak. He wants to spend it alone, as to not hurt anyone else. Unfortunately, those around him who care, wants him to be more present in his and their lives. Can he get past the issues and move on with the girl?

I am truly moved by sincere friendship. I loved this story for many reasons. This is a great series. The characters were just complex enough to be interesting. The sexy times were hot enough to bounce sparks over the room.

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley & its publishers, in exchange for an honest review.

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Enter the giveaway!
 
 
 


When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts all of her story ideas.

 

She loves to go on adventures, and has skydived, scuba dived, parasailed, gotten lost in the wilderness (and only suffered a gazillion bug bites for it) hiked to waterfalls, and swam with dolphins. In her spare time she also likes to put her treadmill to good use while watching her favorite TV shows, take hikes with her hubby, indulge her sweet tooth, and play sock tug of war with her cute, but sometimes naughty dog, Harry.

 

She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch and sign up for her newsletter on her website at http://robinbielman.com.