Friday, January 20, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
What an amazing book! From page one I was sucked into this world of Fey, it was heart stopping, page turning and fascinating! If you love The Iron Fey Series you will love love this one as well! I think I have found my new favorite author, and I am sure once you read you will agree. She writes a story of adventure, romance and love with so much more wrapped Into it. You will love the story of Shelby and Dade and all that happens and the journey they take!! Have fun falling in love! ;)
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
As always this author surprises me and stuns me and excites me with her writing. What another fantastic story with so much amazing history. The story of Michelle and Elliot always make me smile, they have such a connection its just too cool they way they fit so well together. If you like history and don't mind hearing it from some amazing guys this is for sure the book for you. The flow of the book, the excitement, the on your edge of your seat is only that much better. If you loved book one you will LOVE this one just as much if not more. Make sure you buckle down you wont want to put this story down once you have started. Have a great ride into "Of Blood and Pulse, and try not to fall in love to much, LOL !!"
Monday, January 2, 2012
So we have been honored to be able to be apart of Rachael's sneak peek into her new up coming book!! Here is all she has for us and you. Make sure to check out the links in the first sectiion to add her amaizng books to your list!!!
Coming May 25, 2012:
Fear is sabotage’s sweetest weapon.
When she stumbles into Ryan Campbell’s creative writing class, he is only “Mr. Campbell” to her, until Ryan finds himself captivated by her writing and she is forced to face their mutual attraction. His cocky know-it-all syndrome is enough to send her running in the other direction, and his posse of female admirers and playboy reputation are enough to squander any odds in her favor.
But underneath Ryan’s abrasive facade is something to behold, and she can’t stay away for long. Ryan and Kate must decide who they’re willing to become and fight against their former selves if they want to make things work. That’s if academia, vicious vixens, old skeletons, and their own mastery at self-destruction don’t pummel their efforts first.
© 2011 Rachael Wade
This excerpt is ARC material. Please do not reproduce for purposes other than scheduled blog tour features.
AND NOW THE SNEAK PEEK YOU HAVE ALL BE WAITIN FOR!!!!!
AND NOW THE SNEAK PEEK YOU HAVE ALL BE WAITIN FOR!!!!!
Preservation Sneak Peek
That night, I made sure to arrive at the pool at my usual time. I didn’t want to stay a minute longer than normal, knowing Ryan would be showing up soon. The last thing I wanted was to get all flustered around him again like a total fool and feed his ego.
I did one final lap and ducked down to let the water rush over my head, slowly coming up for one more relaxing breath of air.
And there he was. Sitting on the ledge, looking over at me.
“Kate. Will you let me apologize for earlier today?”
“Ryan. You’re early.” I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up and out of the pool. As I stood to my feet, he slipped in.
“I didn’t mean to bite your head off like that. I’m sorry, really. I want to know what you came to talk to me about after class.”
I towel-dried my hair and began collecting my things, stuffing everything in my bag. Why not? Might as well tell him.
“I just thought I’d tell you that I’m going to be published.” I wrapped the towel around my torso, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Not the piece you read, but something else. That’s it.”
“That’s it?” He flew out of the pool and lunged forward to hug me. “Congratulations! That’s really...well I’m not surprised. Your work is brilliant. It inspires me, actually.”
I jutted my head back, did a double take. “What? Inspires you?”
He put his hands on his hips and stared at me with bright, flickering eyes. They were on fire. “Yes, me.” He tapped my shoulder. “Just because I’m a professor doesn’t mean my students’ work can’t inspire me.”
I narrowed my eyes then glanced around, trying to understand his instant mood shift. His smile was blinding, wide and enthusiastic—unlike anything I’d ever seen.
“You look thoroughly disturbed.” He chuckled and crossed his arms. Wet. Dripping wet.
“You’re moody. I can’t figure you out, that’s all.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “One minute you’re really easygoing and nice to talk to, and the next...”
“I’m a total ass. Yes, it’s a part of my charm. You’ll have to forgive me.” He glanced down at his bare feet, sexy grin still intact. I refused to let my eyes wander to his tattoos. “I’m stubborn, get pissed if I can’t have my way, and I’m always guaranteed to make someone feel like shit at least once a day.” He shrugged. “But I admire and value good writing when I see it, and I don’t mean to treat my students that way. Especially you.” He held out his hand, waiting for me to shake. “Truce?” His hand hung in midair, the other perched on his hip.
Reluctantly, I slipped my palm into his and gently shook, noticing his gaze drift from my eyes to my lips. I stepped back. “You’re forgiven. And just for the record...you inspire me, too. That’s what I wanted to tell you this morning. You get this spark when you talk about my writing...well, writing in general. Your passion is inspiring. And sincere.” I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But if you’re an ass to me again, three strikes you’re out.” A small grin seized my lips.
He stood there, eyes soft, body wet, black ink calling my name. “Deal, Ms. Parker. So when and where is your work going to be published?”
“As far as I know, the spring issue of The Morning Theatric. It’s a drama-focused literary magazine.” The weight of my bag began cutting into my shoulder, and the temptation to lust after his body art was becoming unbearable. “But I better go; I’ll send you a copy when it’s published, okay?”
“All right,” he leisurely turned and slipped back into the pool. “I look forward to it.”
“See you around.”
I stopped and turned to him.
“Come see me after class again next week. I have something you might be interested in. You won’t be able to resist.” He smirked and deadpanned me, biting his lip.
“Oh? Okay, well we’ll see about that.” My eyebrows twitched in amusement but I worked to repress my own smirk, turning on my heel for the door. My instinct told me not to venture into his playful territory, but cue the Hallelujah chorus was all I could think.