#WOTR #MC #Review #Excerpt – Engage by Drew Elyse


Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

They came for her in the night.
When she wakes, she’s in a cell.
She has no idea if it will help, but it is the only option she has:
She tells them she belongs to the Savage Disciples MC.

A Disciple will fight like a savage when it counts.

Years ago, he lost everything.
Now, the club is the only thing Jager allows himself to care about.
Nothing matters but his Savage Disciple brothers.
At least, until she arrives and he has a decision to make.

This biker has no idea what choosing to engage could mean to a Disciple’s daughter.
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I received this book from the author for an honest review.

Ok so this is a standalone and its book 3 buuuut I gotta admit I felt a little bit off in this book.  SO what am I gonna do?  Go and read book 1 and 2…LOL  I just want to put that out there for anyone like me who hadn’t read the other books.  It might make you feel a little outta the loop.

Ember wakes up and soon discovers she has been kidnapped.  Now not the thing you wanna have happen to you for sure.  She essentially tells the kidnappers that she is worth LOTS if alive ad unharmed.  So what do they do?  They sell her to Jager who has no clue who this chick is.

Jager is a hot mess…tortured soul alpha ladies…don’t we love them????  He realizes who she is and is totally keeping her safe because of her who dad is.  It seems that Embers mom took her away from the club life and her dad so people didn’t even k now Roadrunner had a daughter.

Jager and Ember’s story is awesome and I actually am looking forward to going back and reading the other 2 books because I am a huge MC reader and now I wanna know about the other guys I was reading about.  Gotta find me a patch member to claim for myself….damn too bad Ember and Jager worked out *wink*



The sound wasn’t what woke me. I had no idea why I’d stirred in the middle of the night. Usually, I was a sound sleeper.
No, the sound came after I’d already started to wake. I lost the seconds I had trying to place it. It came from the hallway, a mix of solid knocking and rattling.
A picture frame, the answer came to me.
It was only that knowledge that had me moving. There was no reason for any of the frames I had hanging in the hall to make that sound. Not unless…
The door to my room flew open. There were men there, three of them. I didn’t waste time staring. Instead, I scrambled to the side of the bed. I just had to get to the nightstand. There was a gun in the drawer—the gun Dad had taught me to shoot and insisted I have.
I got the drawer open, but never reached my only saving grace. One of the men was on me, grabbing me around the chest and hauling me backward. I fought. I kicked and hit at him, my training lost and raw instinct to fight or die kicking in. Another man came close, and I screamed with all I had.
I tried to fight him back, both legs kicking out, but his partner turned me. I felt the sharp prick at my arm. It didn’t take long. Even as I continued to scream, to try to break away, darkness took over the edges of my vision, closing in until there was nothing left.

When I woke, I was facing a wall covered in its own layer of dirt, broken up only by a rust-colored track of water from a leak above.
Where was I?
I tried to remember, tried to fight the fog to grasp onto anything that would tell me how I ended up in such a place.
I was home, in my room. I’d gone to bed…
The picture frame.
Like a dam breaking, it came back. The men, fighting them off, losing consciousness.
My head swam, my vision hazy. I had to figure out where I was, how to get out of here. I moved, feeling an ache like I had never known through every muscle. Then, a stinging pain in my arm. I looked there, seeing the IV. I followed the cord from my arm to a bag hanging on the wall above my head.
It was only then I noticed I wasn’t alone.
I shot to sitting, jerking back to the wall. But what I saw wasn’t a threat. What I saw was three women, all of them frail, malnourished, and dirty. To my left were iron bars. We were in a cell, me and those women. Soon, I would look like they did.
“Where are we?” I found the voice to ask. My throat was dry. So much so, it hurt to speak. That was when I noted how my skin felt like I hadn’t showered in days.
Had it been days?
“We don’t know,” one—she looked to be the oldest—answered. Her voice sounded as rough as mine. When was the last time they’d been given water?
“How…how did we—”
She shook her head sadly. Beneath the grime, I realized she was, in fact, the oldest—maybe five years older than me, no more. Her dark hair was long, matted, her skin pale, her eyes flat.
“Sometimes, they take us, sometimes…” she trailed off, looking to her side. I followed her gaze to the woman next to her. She was blonde like me, and looked to be about my age from what I could see of her face as she peered over her knees. “Sometimes, we are sold to them.”
Oh God.
My eyes moved past the blonde, terrified someone had given her over to this fate. What I saw hit me harder than anything I had experienced since I’d woken up.
The last woman was no woman at all. She was just a girl. She had light brown hair that needed washing weeks ago. Her cheeks were sunken in. She had been down here a while.
“How old are you?” I couldn’t help but ask.
She didn’t talk, just hid her face behind her hands, the woman who had spoken to me already answered for her.
Fifteen. She was still a child. What were they doing with a child?
What were they doing with any of us?
It was hours before the man came down the hall, appearing in front of our cell. I’d long since dealt with the IV. I didn’t have the finesse to pull the needle free without it tugging and scratching beneath the surface, but the discomfort was worth it when I watched a small flood of whatever they were injecting me with escape. Tricia, the woman who had been talking to me since I woke, told me it was a sedative mix. If I left the IV alone, I’d go back under. I’d already been there for three days. How long I’d arrived after they’d taken me was anyone’s guess. The last thing I wanted was to lose any more time in this place.
Tricia also told me the names of the others. Katia, the blonde, and Sarah, the young girl.
“I’ve been here about two months, I think,” she explained. “Sometimes it can get hard to track how long it’s been. They come once a day with food and water. That’s the only real way to tell time down here.” There was something in her expression when she mentioned the provisions they were given, something disgustingly similar to longing.
“But why are we here?” I asked, not even sure if I expected her to have an answer.
She didn’t respond, but I could see in her face that she did know.
I met her eyes and repeated, “Why are we here?”
Her gaze turned sympathetic, as if she weren’t down here as well, as if she hadn’t been here far longer than I had. She felt bad for me because whatever she was going to share was going to make this whole nightmare worse.
“They intend to sell us.”
Sell us. I wouldn’t even let my mind wander to what that might mean. I forced myself to seal off thoughts of who would want to buy us. I had to keep myself together. Letting my mind go there was not the way to do it.
After that, there wasn’t much to say.
Then, the man came to the cell. He was brutish, large, and outright intimidating. He didn’t say a thing as he approached the metal bars holding us captive. He simply inspected the nearly empty IV bag, seeing I’d freed myself from the line attached to it.
I had no idea if what I was about to do was stupid—whether it would get me punished, hurt, or worse. I just knew where I was was about as bad as it could get. I had to try something.
“There’s a motorcycle club, in Hoffman, Oregon. They’ll buy me. They’ll pay whatever you ask,” I practically shouted at him.
He stared at me, not responding.
“The Savage Disciples. They’ll buy me.”
He walked away without a word.




Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.

When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.

A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.





#review – Blackout by M.J. Schiller



Max. The consummate ladies’ man.

He’s good looking, but not an absolute knockout. With Max’s charm though, he could have any woman he wants. Once he meets Faith, he doesn’t want anyone else.

Eli. He is a knockout.

But a dark past shadows him and holds him captive. Drinking dulls the pain, but meeting Faith makes him want to change all that.

Faith. She loves them both.

When a blackout brings her together with Eli, she’s happier than she’s ever been before. When another blackout tears them apart, Max is there to pick up the pieces. But can she forget the man who first made her whole?



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I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.
This book!! The triangle ….2 men and 1 woman……Faith and Eli….the relationship is amazing but Eli and his addictions ruined it. I mean how long can you hold on to someone who can’t help themselves???
Max….he has loved Faith for as long as he can remember. She is Eli’s so he stays away. He is the carefree never going to settle down guy. He is drinking and having a different woman every night. He has given up on having the one woman he wants but when he finds out Faith is no longer with Eli….he has hope. The two form a loving relationship. No its not the same kind she has with her first love but first love is always harder to get over. First love always burns brighter and with more passions but that doesn’t mean that the first love is the better love to keep once it has returned.
This book is a but rough at times. The alcoholism was not at all glossed over. Faith and her enabling ways was not glossed over. The abuse and all that comes with addiction are hit head on. If these are touchy subjects areas for you, I think you may want to really consider if this is a book for you or if you should pass.
 about the author
I was born in Overland Park, KS, in the heart of Tornado Alley, and my life has been a bit twisted since. Actually, it’s not all that twisted, but I’ve always wanted to use that line. I grew up in St. Louis, MO, went to school at the University of Missouri-Columbia, and moved to Bloomington, IL, fresh out of college, after my husband got a job at State Farm’s corporate headquarters. I’ve worked as a high school/junior college teacher, personnel recruiter, office manager of a jewelry store, and, for the past ten years, as a lunch lady. I like to karaoke and attend rock concerts. I am actively involved at church and spend too much time on Facebook. I am the mother of a eighteen-year-old, and sixteen-year-old triplets, and have been married to my husband, Don, for over twenty-four years.
I have been a writer all my life. My first book, which was co-written with Mary Ellen Murphey in second grade, was titled The Black Cat, and was written on blue hotel stationary, hole-punched, and bound by white yarn. I believe it is currently out of circulation.
When I turned forty, I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized those bigwig publishing houses in New York were now probably run by people younger than me, so I shouldn’t be intimidated by them. At about the same time I was watching one of those award shows, and Jaclyn Smith got up to give a post-humorous award to Aaron Spelling. She credited him for encouraging her to go into acting, saying something brilliant like, “Reach for your dreams.” Nothing new. Almost even seems a little Jiminy Cricketish. But, for some reason, it struck me that night. When Aaron Spelling was thirteen, he was probably just like any other acned thirteen-year-old. But he worked to achieve his dreams, and became a household name. So, I began to write. Once I finished my first book, I wasn’t able to stop. I would rather write than do just about anything else. After all, you get to make people (characters) do what you want and design your own happy endings. What power! What a privilege.

#review – #TwinsieForTheDay – The Second Wife by Kishan Paul



f you want to live, you must let go of the past…

Twenty-eight-year-old Psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Ally must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved – a man she believes no longer loves her.

Thirty-four-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then that he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that Ally is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a mercenary. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time and if he does, will she still want him?



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Twinsie for the DayReview by: Becky

What struck me most with The Second Wife is how life can be flipped upside down in a flash. Alisha was abducted by Sayeed, a rich, powerful tyrant. She was broken down, abused and raped. She was married to David and although they had previously had marital issues, they had resolved them and were very happy. Sayeed married Alisha, without her consent or knowledge. She became his second wife.  This story shows how Alisha(now renamed Sara) compartmentailzes her life and functions only to survive. She pushes her memories of David and her Philadelphia life back into the corners of her memory bank.
Alisha is gone for over two years before David  is contacted by someone and that has knowledge of Alisha’s new life. Typical of the evil doings of Sayeed, this “friend” has been forced to do his bidding in order to provide his dying wife the medical treatment to give her as much quality of life as is possible. David tried to move on but could not let go of his memories of Alisha.wishing.wondering.……   Sayeed keeps David under surveillance and provides Alisha with pictures to continue to torment her.
The situation forces David to do what anyone else would do….(with the availability of money)….he enlists the assistance of a mercenary who has a connection and desire to see Sayeed fall.  Pai did a fantastic job making you hate Sayeed and his actions while cheering for the separated couple. Knowing that this type of treatment and environment happens every day to women and children is sad.  Her writing reflects how the broken has to survive horrific events.

Although the ending is as you would expect….for David and Alisha…..the mercenary, Eddie, seems to flash back in the end…..  is this the beginning of a new story? Hmmmmmmmmmm

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From daring escapes by tough women to chivalrous men swooping in to save the day, the creativity switch to Kishan Paul’s brain is always in the ‘on’ position. If daydreaming stories were a college course, Kish would graduate with honors.
Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend for over 16 years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without sinking into insanity.

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#NewRelease – Wishing For Us by @SydneyLandon1 #Romance


Sydney Landon—New York Times bestselling author of The One for Me—delivers a new novel of love lost and found in her popular Danvers series.

Since the loss of her fiancé, Lydia Cross has refused to allow herself to feel anything close to love. That is until corporate hotshot Jacob Hay comes to her aid outside of the Danvers International corporate headquarters and captures her attention. Too bad he doesn’t show any signs of reciprocating her feelings.

Things change when, after a rowdy Vegas bachelorette party, she wakes up next to Jacob…as his newly wedded wife! Lydia is stunned, but Jacob seems remarkably calm and isn’t inclined to end their hasty merger. In fact, day by day he gives her everything she’s been missing—especially in bed. But when the magic of Sin City fades, Lydia grows concerned she’ll find herself alone once again…

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Sydney Landon is the New York Times & USA Today Best Selling author of: Weekends Required, Not Planning on You, Fall For Me, Fighting For You, Betting on You, No Denying You, Always Loving You, Pierced and Fractured. Sydney is currently working on the next book in the Danvers’ Series as well as the Pierced Series. When she isn’t writing, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and the beach. She lives with her family in Greenville, South Carolina.

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#ReleaseDay #WOTR #Historical #Regency – How to Kiss a Rogue by Amanda Mariel


How To Kiss A Rogue


What happens when a lady wants a kiss and only a rogue will do? Follow Lady Natalie as she seeks the kiss of her desires.



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AHHHH  Lady Natalie made me crazy mad in the first book of this duet.  Like I totally hated her and called her a “Lady of unsavory morals”….yeah I know really harsh right but it’s so true!!  But then we SEE her side of the story and I kinda feel bad for her.  I mean she is a hot mess of insecurity and loneliness.  Her one friend, Pippa, she feels had betrayed her so she in turn hurts her.  Mature no buuuut she was hurt that the one person she thought would have her back pushed the biggest knife in her back.

Natalie has loved Knightly for as long as she can imagine. She is going to win his affection no matter what.  She is stunned to be told she must marry Lord Maddox.  She has no clue who he is and begs to have her love considered……unfortunately because he is a man whore, her dad says no way!!  This whole book is Natalie trying and hoping to get a least one kiss from her true love.

Lord Knightly looks at Natalie as a little annoying sister for his best drinking buddy.    When a game played forces a kiss out of him to her, he begins to see this child as the woman she has become.  When he realizes he is not happy to hear of her being married to another he wonders what is happening to him.  He likes his life and woman simple but Natalie is far from simple!!!

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Bestselling, Amazon All Star author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Some of Amanda’s favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper’s Ferry W.V. and Sea Brook N.H. She loves the history surrounding them and visits every chance she gets.

Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food.

#Review – Mr. President by Katy Evans


Mr. President by Katy Evans

Release Date: October 31st
Genre: Contemporary Romance



He’s won the hearts of millions. But is he willing to lose his?

I met the president’s son when we were both young. Matthew Hamilton was handsome, polished, and intelligent. I’d never met a guy like him.

He promised me that he’d never run for president. I promised that if he did, I’d be by his side.

Three terms later, an invitation to join Matthew Hamilton’s campaign is the most exhilarating opportunity I’ve ever experienced. I’m determined to make a difference; he is determined to win.

Focused on his goal, Matt is steadfast, ruthless, and disarming. All eyes are on him and his popularity is surging. But soon, the next possible president of the United States is possessing me in more ways than one—and despite the risks, I’m helpless to resist.

We’re stealing touches, stealing moments, and stealing away at night. But our chemical connection is quickly becoming dangerously combustive, putting not only my heart, but Matt’s chance at the presidency on the line.

Winning will take everything. Walking away will be the hardest thing of all.

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Mr. President by Kathy Evans

I received this book from the author for an honest review.

Charlotte grew up surrounded by politics.  She has since decided that its not for her.  She is working with her mother in a woman’s charity.  She wants to give to people.  11 years earlier, while crushing on the son of the President of the USA, she made a promise to campaign for Matt if he ever ran for office.

Matt is 10 years older then Charlotte but he is captivated by her.  He cant stop this growing feeling toward her.  However, his big campaign slogan is that he is single and married to American so that tends to ruin stuff…LOL

Charlotte is stunned that she is still crushing on the much older and much hotter Matthew Hamilton.  She cant believe the chemistry and slow burn that is brought out of them both when they are near.

This book was a great distraction to real life and politics right now.  I think knowing that the author wrote this book with JFK Jr in mind….makes it all that more yummy.  I mean he is and was a hottie that all woman wanted to be near.  Matt is a perfect example of that in the story.  He is the glimmer of hope in the world….sigh…….

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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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