Blog Tour Sins and Scars by K. Renee

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SINS AND SCARS

SIINNERS BOOK 1

DRACONIC CRIMSON MC

K. RENEE

07.12.16

Cover Design: KLa Boutique

Cover Model: David Byers

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

BLURB

I am not a good man.

I tried to stay away, but every time I pushed her away, she fell harder.

I took away her innocence and I don’t regret a damn thing.

She owns me. Mind. Body. Soul.

I never wanted to lose her, but I did. I’m a monster and she knows it. She’s seen the darkness in me and she ran as far as she could. I had plans to bring her back, but I saw the happiness written on her face. When threats surface, I bring her home where she belongs, kicking and screaming.

The sins I’ve committed leave scars on her body and soul. She hates me for what I’ve done and I don’t blame her. I’ve killed for her and I will kill again if need be.

The only thought that I fear is losing her forever. Losing her forever will be my downfall. Losing her temporarily drove me to the edge. I won’t let her go without a fight. She’s the light and I’m the dark. I’m the sins and she’s the scars.

I’ve ruined her.

I love her.

I would rather fall on my own knife than lose my only saving grace.

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“Stavros.” Her hand cups my cheek and I close my eyes. “Please look at me.” Her voice is soft, and I take a few deep breathes before I open my eyes again. When I don’t look at her, she moves to stand in front of me and grabs my cheeks in both of her tiny hands. “Stavros.” She says with a little more force. Blinking, I look down at her and see the concern written all over her face. Wrapping my arms around her small body, I see the fear in her eyes before she quickly masks it again. I don’t know why I do it, but I carry her to the bed, and lay us both down. She doesn’t move from her position, and I’m glad. Having her warmth against me makes all the demons fade away. My head is on her chest, and I can’t help but run my fingers over the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It’s the tattoo she got when I claimed her as my ol’ lady. Her hands go to the back of my head and she runs her fingers through my hair. “Stavros, you’re scaring me.” Not moving from my position on her chest, I continue to take deep breaths. Her scent is calming me faster than anything else can. She didn’t know the monster I really was when we met, and she’s only seen it in very low doses a few times. She hated what I became the last week we were together, and she resented me for being the man she fell in love with. “I never want to scare you.” I finally get the words out. I want her to still be the only one I go to when I need to be calmed down like this. “What is wrong, Stav?” Her question is so simple, but so difficult. “Romeo was talking about you. I can deal with him saying shit about me, but when it comes to you…” I trail off. I don’t want to freak her out any more than I already am. She deserves the truth, but I don’t want her to run because of it - again. “What did he say?” “That you weren’t strong enough for this life. Pretty much that I’m pussy whipped by you, and you’ve never been right for me.” She doesn’t say anything at first, but she does continue to run her fingers through my hair. “What do you think?” “I think that you are the strongest woman I know. You’ve dealt with a lot of my bullshit over the years, and you’re the only woman who can calm me.” She puts her hand over mine that is still tracing my name on her wrist. “Yeah I have dealt with your bullshit and that was because I loved you. I would do it all again.” She looks down at me, and I can tell she didn’t mean to give me that tid bit of information. “I just… I just can’t know what you do to those people. What happens when your sins come to haunt us? What happens to me when something happens to you?”  

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K.Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.

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I have to admit that I was intrigued by this blurb and that was the thing that drew me to read this book. It was not at all what I was expecting once I began reading it. I have read many books involving the motorcycle clubs and such, but this book is so much more than that. It is very intense and it does have a lot of scenes that left me with a little bit of a twitch to my eye, but it had that hook that kept me glued to the pages. I was dying to know what the next swipe was going to show me and the next one after that and so on and so forth…. If you like your men fierce and your women resilient, then grab this book up and don’t look back because once you start it you won’t be able to put it down until the last page is read!!!

 

New Release Slow Grind by Eva Spencer

Title: Slow Grind

Series: Men of Mornington #1

Author: Eva Spencer

Genre: Romance

 Release Date: June 28, 2016

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Only the good die young. It’s a phrase I wish never existed.

Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven. And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just fucking sucked.

Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreography.

I hadn't seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled tomboy into the sexiest chick I think I'd ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …

The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter..

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“I’ve invited Drew and the guys around tonight for drinks, okay?”

I stand at Max’s bedroom door and peer inside. I can just make out the shape of his body on his bed. He rolls over and switches on his lamp, squinting up at me and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

After a few days of making sure this plan can actually work, Drew and I are ready to let the others in on it. I’m nervous, because I have no idea how they’re going to react. Especially Max. But, at the end of the day I know this will work. It has to.

“How long have I been asleep?” he mumbles, struggling to sit up. I walk over to help him, but he waves me off. “I’m okay, Aubs.”

I hang back as much as it kills me to watch him fight to do something that’s so normal for the rest of us, my fingers fidgeting in front of me. He hates it when I try to help him, but I do it without even thinking—it’s my second nature, I think. I just want to make things as easy as I can for him. I did even when he wasn’t sick. I guess I got the nurture and he got the nature. Nope, that’s a lie, he got the nurture too. A pair of peas on a pod, I guess.

“Only a few hours. I wanted to let you rest as long as you were able,” I say, answering his question. “Mom said you were having trouble sleeping through the night, but then I thought you might be hungry, so I’ve made soup. Mom also said you can usually handle that on your stomach when you’re not feeling well. Is that okay?”

“You’re cooking is enough to kill any appetite I have. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” he chuckles. I glower at him, but it’s nice to hear him laugh again, even if it is at my expense and even if it is a little morbid. How do you tell a guy with a body that’s giving out on him that it’s too soon to be making death jokes? I suppose you can’t, can you?

He stands up and I hand him his robe, consciously making sure I don’t try to help him. He follows me out to the kitchen, where the aroma of chicken soup fills the air. He wanders over to the trash and picks up an empty can, laughing and shaking his head.

“Opening a can and heating it doesn’t exactly qualify as cooking,” he says.

“Yeah, well, it’s my kind of cooking,” I respond defensively, snatching the can off him. I toss it back in the bin and set two bowls on the counter. “Go and sit down,” I order.

I pour the steaming soup straight from the pot into two bowls and carry them over to where he’s sitting, placing one in front of him, the other on the opposite side. He obliges, and I wait to take my seat until he’s taken his.

“You better have given me the one with more,” he teases. I smile, my mind going back to our childhood when we used to fight over which drink had more in it, or who got the bigger slice of cake. I remember our dad complaining because for a very long time I even had to have the blue cup because Max had a blue cup. Then, as I grew older, everything became a competition; who finished dinner first, who got to sit in the front seat. Still, as I sit with the soup, I find myself wondering if I can finish before Max, so for the first time I can actually win. It’s hard being ten and being in competition with a teenage boy—they can eat enough for ten men and still have room to steal the dessert.

“Remember the time when you stole the ice cream from the freezer, and when Mom realized one was missing, she refused to let us have another until one of us owned up to it?” Max chuckles and takes a small sip of the broth, leaving the noodles and small chunks of chicken behind in the bowl.

I laugh and roll my eyes. “It’s been twelve years. You can own up to it now,” I say. “I was so pissed at you for making me miss out. You could have at least taken one for me. You knew she wouldn’t let either of us have any until we fessed up.”

“It wasn’t me!” he laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “I was sure it was you.”

“Even back then, me and mom fought all the time. I wouldn’t dare risk having her unleash her special, sophisticated brand of crazy on me,” I scoff. Max has no reason to lie to me after all this time, so the more I think, the more my mind wanders, then realization hits. “Wasn’t Drew there that day? In the afternoon?”

Max nods, confused, and then breaks out into a smile. “That sneaky little bugger. That bastard owes us ice cream.”

“I’ll make sure he follows through,” I giggle. “You know how I feel about my desserts.”

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Eva Spencer, a combination of Ashley Suzanne and Missy Johnson. Independently, we have over 30 novels, and have decided to write our co-written works under one pen name to make it easier for all of you to follow!!! We love new readers and can't wait to chat with you!

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So what can I say about Slow Grind by Eva Spencer it was a great read and the first book I have read by this author.  This book put my emotions through the ringer from the bond between Aubrey and Max to the friendship that is shown in this book.  The biggest is the ups and downs that Drew and Aubrey go through as Max’s sister and his best friend and their feelings for each other.  This author is a huge tease though as this book ends in a dramatic cliffhanger that has me waiting on pins and needles for the next to come out.

Blog Tour Filthy Bastard by Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield

Title: Filthy Bastard

Series: Grim Bastards MC

Authors: Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: June 10, 2016 Cover Artist: Cover Me Darling

She's a poor little rich girl.

With a vindictive mother and an obsessed brother-in-law, all Adyson Sloan wants is a little freedom—for her and her sister. She dreams of having a little room to breathe and making her own choices. But when she's kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC, freedom comes at a much higher price. Terrified, but determined to get back to her sister, Addy’s plans are ruined when she falls for a bastard with a chip on his shoulder.

He's a bastard without a heart.

Sergeant at Arms Brew Decker plays by his own rules. To him, nothing is sacred but the brotherhood. He lives and dies by the club and would do anything for them—even kidnap an innocent woman. After all, she's merely a pawn in the bigger game. But everything changes when he meets Addy. Suddenly, he'd do anything for his captive.

Can love between a rich girl and a bastard survive without someone losing it all?

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USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children. Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more are floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.

Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn't see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of genres of romance but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.

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Filthy Bastard by Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield was a great MC book.  After reading the first book I thought I loved Boz but after this book Brew is the man that holds my heart.  I absolutely love that he is a strong alpha male but is soft and caring when he needs to be.  Addy is so strong taking on so much even if it is at her expense to keep her sister safe. I mean after everything she has been through I think I would have loved to been kidnapped by the sexy Brew.  I am really loving these stories and I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys get their women.