Release Blitz and REVIEW!!!!! Ten Thousand Points of Light by Michelle Warren

 

 

Title: Ten Thousand Points of Light
Author: Michelle Warren
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 18, 2017
Blurb
Five years
ago an unthinkable tragedy slashed Cait London’s life into two parts: before
she had amnesia and after. Determined to keep her past hidden and start
over, she moves to Chicago and plunges into a new job—all while keeping a
walled distance from everyone she meets.
It’s not
long before Cait reconsiders her solitary existence, and soon she’s stepping
beyond her boundaries and taking unthinkable chances, like crushing on her
impossibly sexy landlord, Evan Wade. He’s flirty, annoying, and with him living
in the same apartment building, she can’t stop thinking about him. If she can
sleep with him once, perhaps she can get him out of her system. The problem is,
Evan seems bulletproof to her advances. As the two develop a connection, it
becomes clear Cait may not succeed before her heart remembers what it feels
like to love.
Ten
Thousand Points of Light
is an immersive contemporary romance about the intensity of first
loves, the heartache of loss, and the power of forgiveness.

 

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Excerpt
In my bathroom, a man kneels on the floor inspecting a gigantic hole of exposed pipes with the roaming beam of a flashlight. I fold my arms and lean into the doorframe.
When I left to meet Aggie everything was functioning. My gaze examines the small room, picking out details: my expensive towels soak up a deluge of water pooling on the tiled floor, there’s a large pile of powdery, crumbled drywall, and then there’s the issue of ass crack—in my face. It is toned and tight, but still, it’s connected to my landlord, Evan Wade.
“Pipes burst, leaking a damn waterfall into 5A,” he says, not bothering to glance my direction.
“Did you have to use my good towels?” I purse my lips.
“I thought about using your sexy lingerie.” He eyes the laundry basket of delicates now sitting on top of the sink. “But the fancy towels seemed like a better option.”
Thanks, appreciate it.” I sidestep him, snatch the basket, and carry it to my bedroom, hiding it in my closet. If he had scrutinized it closer, which he probably did, he would have found an embarrassing amount of granny panties and more sports bras than a Lululemon.
“How long before it’s fixed?” How long before I can get rid of you?
“A week,” his muffled voice answers.
“What?” I race back only to find his sharky grin. Two vertical dimples slice beneath a permanent, mocha-colored five o’clock shadow. They punctuate his bronzy sun-kissed skin, making his caramel eyes gleam with amused delight. My gaze intensifies.
“Just kidding. And you forgot this one.” Evan tosses me a ball of fabric. I catch it and glance at it. My mouth drops open. A smiling kitten stares back from the crotch of a pair of panties. Pussy panties. My cheek temperature flickers between sweaty hot and icy cold.
“Meow.” He chuckles.
I shove Aggie’s gag gift into the pocket of my running pants. “Funny.” I deadpan to appear unaffected.
Still, Evan seems thrilled for tormenting me. It’s something he’s excelled at since the day we met. It may be I’m still tipsy from drinking, but at recalling his history of irritating jokes, I pause. I cock my head and stare at him in confusion when a doubtful revelation hits me. Is this what Aggie was talking about? Is Evan flirting with me? Has he been flirting all this time?
I shake my head. Impossible.
“It’s too late to get the parts I need. So tomorrow.” He wipes his dirty hands on one of my towels, leaving a dark streak. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from scolding him.
“That’s not going to work. I have an appointment first thing in the morning and I need a shower.” I gesture to my sweaty T-shirt.
“No kidding, Cat, I can smell you from here.”
“It’s Cait, you ass.” I kick off my loose sneaker, tossing it with my toe in his direction. I aim to nail him in the head but he dodges away. The shoe ricochets off the wall, tumbling to the floor.
His grin widens. “I’m kidding, Miss London. You smell like roses, as always.”
“Seriously, what am I going to do?”
“Can’t you use Gusterson’s shower?” He quirks a surly lip because he already knows the answer—no. Mr. Gusterson lives across the hall, but I’ve never seen the man. I’m unsure anyone has.
For this comment, I kick my other shoe in his direction.
“Ow!” This one smacks his sizable bicep, protecting his handsome face. I suppress a triumphant smile.
Evan crouches and stands in one fluid motion of sinewy muscle. He meets my gaze, and then rakes a hand through his tousled chestnut-colored hair. “Fine. You don’t have to beg, Kitty Cat, you can use mine.” He puffs his chest and flashes his brilliant white grin.
Definitely flirting. Though I shouldn’t be surprised. How many times in the last year had I seen him at Mr. Moon’s Coffee House, sitting at a table and flirting with some girl? There were too many times and too many girls to count.
Evan takes his time sliding past, I think, purposely brushing the heat of his body near me. I pin myself against the wall, unwilling to allow our skin to touch. When will he grasp how annoying I find him?
“I’ll pass.” I latch my hands on my hips. This is me sending a clear message. I’m not flirting.
“Suit yourself.” Unswayed, he lumbers for the door.
“What about these tools?” I gesture to his mess.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.” He turns, arms wide, palms skyward and strolls backward with a confident teeter. He’s hitting me with his smile again and those damn dimples, like they’ll make this situation better.
My teeth clench. If I had something else to throw at him I would. When he disappears, I remove my cell from my pocket and text Aggie. Before I do, I glance at my front door, which he left wide open. His footfalls descend the stairs to his apartment on the first floor.
Author Bio
If Michelle Warren had a spirit animal, it would be a tiger
in a pink tutu, riding a Harley through a ring of fire. She lives in
Chicago, dreams of California but hails from Baltimore. She has a slight
obsession with travel, sunshine, Double Chocolate Milano cookies and writing
novels. She didn’t travel the road to writer immediately. She spent over a
decade as professional illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity
combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal and fantasy led her to
write her first novel. 
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As I write this I stare longingly at my kindle as I am achingly hungover and wanting more. Life had thrown at me so many twists and turns that I did not have the chance to curl p with this book the way I wanted to so when I finally got the chance to read it, it was such a breath of fresh air that I could not bear to put it down. I men that in the more literal way possible. I spent 4 hours turning page after page until the book was over and when it was over I let out a long breath and my ye filled with tears as I was thrilled that I had been so completely filled with emotion and  was terribly upset that it was over. I have not felt this way in a long time. Michelle Warren has penned an absolute masterpiece. Ten Thousand Points of light is hauntingly beautiful and an emotional, soulful journey. At the same time it is side splittingly funny and right to the point in its truth. The character’s are so real that you can imagine them sitting next to you in the room and talking to you over coffee. You just wan to take a step into the book and running along side them. You want to feel everything they are feeling, because in that moment you know it is real. And there is such an important point that lay right in the heart of all of it. I don;t even have words to describe how much I felt about this book and how much I think about this author other than Exceptional. Genius. Spectacular. This book is more than leading ladies, books boyfriends, happily ever afters…This book is about heart and soul and what lays beneath and Michelle you touched it all. Bravo ❤

 

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Legally Yours AND Legally Mine

 

So let’s talk all things legal. Now Nicole takes you into the world of law student Skylar and the drama that ensues as the man in her life turns out to be her very sexy, very powerful boss. Well at least for a little while. Brandon is ripped from the pages sexy. He is the whole package of everything you could dream of in a book boyfriend, well most people’s book boyfriend’s anyhow. Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty, Nicole is an incredible writer, her attention to detail is AMAZING! The scenery, the cast of characters, the steamy scenes…the details she puts into everything are intricate and beautiful. I fell in love with Boston as I read this book. I was less attached to Skylar than I wanted to be. In book one she was an intern and law student and we took a look inside her world as she navigated being and intern and finishing up school all while trying to figure out what was going on with her life. We meet Brandon, a rich and powerful lawyer who becomes the love interest of the book. Rags to richest kinda guy who goes after love in ways that are unconventional and overwhelming, with a power trip complex. He is not necessarily my type of guy, but he is hot. The side cast of characters are fun and complex. I adore Bubbe and Jane and Eric and I love that we get more of them in book two. Book two is where the story really picks up. Skylar is finding her way on her own, Brandon is finding his way to be with her and we come to some really intense moments that I won’t spoil for you. The twist at the end of the book actually had me hanging there with my mouth open. I was waiting for the next page that wasn’t there. Nicole wrote her heart out for these books and it shows. She did and amazing job and I can’t wait to see what she creates next.

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Defiant Temptation – Lynn Stookes

Title: Defiant Temptation

Series: Harden #3

Author: Lynn Stookes

Genre: Adult, Suspense Romance

Published: March 24, 2017

Harper Andrews hasn’t had it easy; abandoned by her mother, dated a scheming boyfriend, and fought for her father’s life against cancer. But she’s always prevailed, until now when her world seems to be falling apart.

Tristan Page never loses control; not at the death and reemergence of his sister’s cheating husband, the attack on her life, or even when his company seems to be failing. He’s always in command of his actions until one woman threatens to make his world spiral.

Tristan plays on Harper’s last nerve.

Harper tries Tristan’s patience and self-control.

Forced together, in a search for her mother, they battle their attraction for one another. Harper wants him. Tristan wants what he can’t have.

Can they defy temptation or will their explosive chemistry set them on a path for self-destruction?

Defiant Temptation Excerpt © Lynn Stookes 2017

“What ya’ doing man?” Blake questions.

“Working on a case,” I fib. I am working on a case, but he doesn’t need to know it involves waiting outside Harper’s campus while she finishes her classes.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah,” I pause. What does he know? “Why? What’s up?”

“Oh, you know, nothing,” he chuckles. “Mrs. Nelson stopped by the station today.”

“Yeah? Everything okay with her?”

“She’s perfectly fine,” his voice cracks with a laugh.

Sawyer’s voice booms over the line, “Is that Tristan?”

“Yes.” I hear shuffling in the background.

“You asking about Mrs. Nelson?”

“I’m trying to if you would shut your mouth,” Blake retorts.

“Put it on speaker,” Sawyer demands.

“Such a demanding little shit,” Blake mumbles.

“But you love me anyway.”

“If you didn’t make Dani happy, I’d probably find a dark hole for you.”

I chuckle at the banter between two of my best friends. We’ve always had an easy friendship, even though our lives couldn’t be more different. Blake has a large loving family; I just have Kylie, and now Dani; Sawyer has an alcoholic father he doesn’t see much. Such different upbringings, but we’ve always been close. Even after years away, it was easy to pick up where we left off.

“Hey, Tristan,” Sawyer says into the phone.

“What the hell do you want?” I counter, dreading what they have to say. If it has to do with Mrs. Nelson, it’s nothing good.

“Like I was saying, we had a visit from Mrs. Nelson today,” Blake explains.

“Yeah, so?”

Sawyer chuckles, “She had a story to tell us.” Another laugh bursts from him. “She wanted us to talk to you.”

“About?”

“About your discretion.” Blake joins in the laughter.

“Discretion?” Confusion runs through me. I have no clue what the old bird is talking about.

“She saw you and Harper pull out of Harry’s place early this morning,” Blake explains.

“Too early for anything pure,” Sawyer snorts. “And your devious ways will get Ms. Innocent Harper into trouble. You better make an honest woman of her.”

That damn old woman. What the hell is she doing? Watching my every move? I remain quiet, hoping they’ll move on, but knowing better.

“Is it true?” Blake asks, trying to contain his amusement.

“What?”

“Are your devious ways corrupting the innocent Harper?” Sawyer questions.

“No!” I shout, frustration rushing through my veins.

“Banks wasn’t happy when he heard the news from Mrs. Nelson,” Blake comments.

“Apparently, it wasn’t the first time she caught you in a compromising position with Harper,” Sawyer adds.

“Something about you leaving her apartment after an afternoon nookie session.”

They’re ganging up on me. I’m never going to hear the end of this unless I shut them down.

“For the last fucking time, there’s nothing happening with Harper. I got suckered into giving her a ride this morning by Harry,” I say, and to make sure my point is made, I add, “Why would I waste my time with a girl like her? She probably doesn’t even know what to do with a dick. Have you looked at her? She has virgin written all over her face.” The words make my stomach curl, but I need them to drop it. “Besides, she’s not even that cute. I like my woman with curves. Harper is a walking stick. It’d be like fucking a board.”

The small gasp behind me has me instantly regretting my words.

“Gotta go,” I say into the phone and put it in my pocket without waiting for a response. Slowly, I turn.

Harper stands before me, a flaming beauty, seething with anger. Her gorgeous red hair is in a tight ponytail, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Fuck.

“Harper,” I whisper, reaching for her.

She takes a step back, holding her books close to her chest.

“I…uh…” I stutter, trying to think of an excuse. “I never meant for you to hear that.”

I definitely said the wrong thing because a notebook barrels towards my head. I quickly duck, avoiding it, but not quick enough to dodge a textbook hitting me in the eye.

“Fuck!”

I reach up, grabbing my eye as the book hits the ground, breaking the seam, pages flying away. She threw books at me. Hard. I look at Harper with my good eye. Her hand is on her chest, shock on her face.

“Are you happy now, Harper?”

“I didn’t…” she begins.

“Didn’t plan on throwing a book at my fucking face?” I growl. “Didn’t plan on acting like a child?”

I take a menacing step towards her, and she quickly retreats, a hand keeping distance between us.

“What, Harper? Don’t tell me you’re scared because you heard something you didn’t want to hear. The truth.”

If I’m going to be a dick, might as well go all in, right?

Harper hisses. “Screw you, Tristan Page! You’re nothing but a chauvinistic dick. I don’t know why I ever wanted you!” She pokes my chest, emphasizing each word. “You’ve made it abundantly clear that you are…you are…”

“Come on, little girl,” I egg on. “Spit it out. What am I?”

Her amber eyes meet mine, dancing like they’re on fire. Fuck if her pissed off isn’t hotter than shit. I seriously screwed up. Her breathing is heavy and ragged, pushing her small but perfect breasts towards me, barely brushing my chest.

“You are,” she pauses, “Nothing. You’re absolutely nothing, Tristan Page.”

She tries to walk away, but I pull her arm, forcing her between me and the truck.

“Nothing?” I question, her words hitting too close to home. “Really?”

Her breath hitches, arousal dancing in her eyes. Before I can stop myself, my mouth is on hers, brutally taking what I want. I nip at her lips, begging her to let me in. I move my hand from her hip, tracing her skin until I brush the swell of her breast. She gasps, allowing me the entrance I crave. I sweep in, devouring her sweet taste, knowing I could easily get addicted.

Harper whimpers when I push her against the hood. My body is so rigid that I literally ache. My erection rubs against her stomach, and I lift her, wanting our bodies to match up. Her leg wraps around my waist. I rock into her, but distant whistles and cat calls filter through my lust induced haze.

Harper must hear them, too, because she pulls back, breaking the best fucking kiss of my life. Avoiding her eyes, I look around at an audience. People even have their fucking phones out, taking pictures and videos.

“Shit.”


 

Lynn Stookes was born and raised in the amazing state of Texas, where she currently resides with her husband of five years. They have one rambunctious four year old son and three furry children, who create the chaos she couldn’t live without.

One day, Lynn took her passion (maybe obsession is more apt) for romance books and mystery shows and wrote her first romantic suspense novel, Fatal Obsession, Book 1 in the Harden Series.

When Lynn isn’t writing or working her day job, you can find her reading on her Kindle, spending time with her family and friends, or playing on Facebook. She loves running, coffee, and country music in no particular order.

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Relentless Rhythm by Michelle Mankin

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The one she really wants is out of reach.
The one he really needs is already taken.
Dizzy Lowell, rhythm man for the rising rock band Tempest is a wizard on the guitar and a wonder with women. But the hookup specialist hides his emotional scars beneath his suave exterior. He never lets anyone truly touch him.
April Reynolds, the confident bartender of the Diamond Mine, knows her way around a cocktail, but Dizzy has her all mixed up. She knows what’s safe. She’s tired of settling, though. It would be so easy to fall under his spell.
Except for that ring around her finger.
Two searching souls separated by a thin metal band.
Some dreams are dangerous.
Some secrets shouldn’t be shared.
Sometimes what we wish for most can never be

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rock star rating

Michelle Mankin’s 4th installment of the Tempest series left me Dizzy with a severe book hangover. Get it? Dizzy…because the main man’s name is Dizzy….ahem anyway. She once again penned another evocative and heartfelt book guaranteed to hit you right in the soul. ❤

An enchantress with a pen Michelle once again take us on a trip in surround sound with the boys of Tempest. We find ourselves falling in love with the rhythm guitarist as we ache to find a way to save his beautiful bartender. Dizzy Lowell is everything you could want in a leading man, the moves, the words and the rhythm. April has the beauty, the brains and the guts that we all wish we could have in her sitiation. Mixing faerietales and rock and roll Michelle Mankin spins music and words into a tale that revs up our wild side and lifts up our romantic hearts in such a fantastic rhythm that can only leave us wanting for more. In her 4th Tempest novel she surrounds us with a story that hits close to the heart and soul of her readers. Beautiful and fierce she takes us on a ride that could only be told by a man who knows what it’s like to push through a hard past and finally realized that sometimes believing in those things that make you happy can really make your dreams come true. With a little bit of faith a little but if trust and a whole lot if happy thoughts rock and roll can be an eye opening experience. I can’t wait to see what happens next!