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text 2018-08-14 12:35
Blog Tour: Chasing the Wild Sparks by Ren Alexander with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Ren Alexander’s Chasing the Wild Sparks. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

Happy Reading :) 

 


Thirty-something paralegal, Hadley Beckett and charismatic, local sportscaster/daredevil, Finn Wilder, disagree about how they should share their lives together. Having been together for three years, Finn increasingly pressures Hadley to move in with him, but being unusually traditional, she wants to be married first, adhering to her moral beliefs, just as he clings to his own religious upbringing when it comes to procreating with her. Each is unwilling to negotiate or concede marriage to the other. Complicating matters is Finn’s seemingly double life, keeping his private life hidden to the point of convincing his viewers—Finnatics—and even his coworkers, he’s single, amid Hadley’s objections. Yet despite their immense disparities, they are determined to make their relationship work, even if it means Hadley has to take their future into her own hands. Then again, Finn Wilder has his own story to tell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Raising my left hand, I stare at the bluish metal band on my middle finger. He can’t even promise me a future with a promise ring. I love the ring, but then again, I hate it. It’s a reminder either way. After last night and the things he told me, but I still have doubts. If he loved me as much as he says he does, wouldn’t he want to make me his wife? Instead, I’ll forever be an ambiguous girlfriend, no one of significance in his life. Hell, he won’t even tell people that I am his girlfriend. It’s a lose-lose situation for me all around. “What’s wrong?” Finn asks, standing in the bathroom doorway with a fluffy, blue towel around his waist, running his fingers through his wet hair. The water enticingly glistens over his muscles, coercing me to want to forget about damned kites. I also note that he does, indeed, have a hickey. Oops. Did he even see it? How is he going to hide it today? I guiltily drop my hand. “Nothing.” Staring at his neck, I stand and his mouth falls open. “What’s wrong?” I volley back to him and search his astonished face. “Wow.” He shifts on his feet, his hands on his hips and his eyes roaming up and down my body. I wince. “Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” “It’s a go-change wow.” I look down at my dress and then up at Finn, perplexed. “What?” He adamantly shakes his head and scoffs, “Huh-uh. You’re not wearing that dress.” “Why not?” “There are so many reasons why not.” I put my hand on my hip and argue, “Sorry, but it’s too late to change.” He walks toward me, clutching his towel. “Becks.” “Finn,” I emulate him. “There’s nothing wrong with my dress. It’s not too short, see-through, or revealing.” He stops in front of me, towering over and intently staring me down. “It’s enough. Everyone will be staring at you, including me.” I smile. “It’s a good thing if you do, isn’t it?” He doesn’t answer as he glowers. “Why would anyone else stare? There will be a lot of people there.” Unsmiling, he counters, “Exactly.” I scowl at his face. “Everyone stares at you. Why is this any different?” He clasps one of my breasts, his thumb seeking my nipple through the material, which makes my breath quicken. “Because they’ll be staring at you for all the wrong reasons.” I reach up and stop his hand. “And your Finnatics lust after you for all the right ones?” Taking his hand from his towel, he clutches my other breast, more firmly than the other this time. “I don’t dress like this.” I grin. “Now, that would be funny. You’d be so pretty.” Frowning at my remarks, he points his chin over to his dresser. “Can’t you wear jeans or sweats?” His thumbs begin to circle, clouding my concentration, and I want to rip off his towel. Grabbing onto his other hand, I plead, “Finn, stop.” I don’t know if he’ll take that as to stop about the dress or his hand. I hope he doesn’t stop touching me, even though I need him to stop. He steps against me; his freshly showered body smells so good. “Shit,” he mutters. “It’s a good thing I’ll be there.” Putting his arms around my waist, Finn pulls me into him. “Why? Are you going to be my bodyguard, my babysitter, and my chastity belt?” I retort and quirk up my lip. Without thinking, I grasp the edge of his towel, tucking my fingers into it. His left hand moves from my waist over to my hand and he pushes on it, causing the towel to fall to his feet. Oh, no. He lifts the skirt of my dress and whispers, “I’ll be all three and your overprotective boyfriend.” I clear my throat. “Yes, I’ve noticed.” How ironic. The daredevil doesn’t want me to take a risk, being even remotely audacious. Paired with my cardigan, I could wear the dress when I go to Mass with him if I ever go to church with him. Yet another place he doesn’t want me hanging around him. I close my eyes as he grinds against my bare stomach. “Finn, we’re going to be late.” Nodding, he boldly grins. “Yes, we are going to be late.” I attempt to feebly push him away, but he strongly holds me close to his chest. “We can’t do this.” Finn’s smile drops and he grates his teeth in frustration. “Becks, come on.” He looks around the room and sighs before restoring his gaze to me. “We haven’t been together a lot this weekend. Let’s take some extra time…just for us.” His fingers stroke my back and my willpower. I argue in vain, “We’ll be spending the day together.” He petulantly rolls his eyes and shakes his head, looking down at me pointedly. “That’s not what I mean.” I glance at the hickey I gave him, still wondering how he’s going to hide it since it’s bigger than I meant for it to be. “We’re already running late.” “Late for kites?” “Rod wanted to be there at 11:00 and he’s already on the road. We have an hour and a half drive.” Finn snaps, “Damn it. He can wait.” He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his solid arousal, keeping his hand on mine. “I can’t,” he heatedly insists. He’s past the point of no-return, but I continue to futilely object. “I promised him I’d be there.” “We will,” he replies impatiently. “You promised me you’d always love me, Becks.” He squeezes our hands around him. “Right now, I need you to love me.” “I do, Finn, it’s just—” “We cannot go when you’re wearing this dress and I’m this jacked up.” He takes his hand off mine and puts his arms around me as I continue to hold him intimately. Inclining his head, he kisses me, gently at first, but then his lips quickly engulf mine. I feel his desperation with every move of our lips. Why does he suddenly want me so much? Or is it just the sex he wants? Finn’s hold strengthens around me and he begins to twist us and walk us backward to his bed. “Finn, no,” I whisper and move my hands up to his chest. His hands are again up my dress and soon inside the top of my waistband. “Stop it.” He stops us at the edge of his bed. “Don’t you want me, baby?” he whispers back, staring ardently into my eyes as he starts to peel down my underwear. He knows I do. I put my hands on his to stop him, but he keeps pushing. Letting go of one side of my waistband, he sits on the bed, trying to pull me down to straddle him. “Finn, stop. You don’t even have a condom on.” I move my hips away and he grips me tightly. Mostly disregarding my statement, his eyes flick up to mine and he says, “You said we’d be alright, Becks.” He pulls on my hips and positions himself beneath me. My eyes widen in disbelief. “Why are you not willing for me to wear this dress in public, but you’re willing to risk getting me pregnant when that’s the last thing you want?” He yanks my underwear to the side and tries to ease into me. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’m not. You said we were okay.” I almost hear the gushing of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. I think it’s like a game of Russian roulette for him. Another rush. There’s no way in hell he wants to knock me up, but he loves the thrill of it being a possibility—something else to triumph. What happens if he loses and gets me pregnant? Would he hate me? Would he leave me? I attempt to lift off him through his steel grip. “No. I said I thought we were. That’s not the same thing.” Finn immediately opens his eyes and as if I just showed him a positive pregnancy test, he scowls and pushes me back. “Then, I’ll put on a rubber.” He reaches for his nightstand drawer and I slide off his lap. I fix my dress and step away. “We have to go, Finn.” “Becks.” I look at him and his eyes fly over my face, pleading with me to reconsider. “Baby,” he says softly. He tears open the package and I watch him work the condom. He then leans back onto his elbows, offering himself up to me with vulnerability in his eyes, but a cocky-as-hell smirk on his face. Finn knows I can’t resist him, yet I think he’s afraid I will. “Finn, what’re you doing? You know we have to go,” I say quietly, but resigned to the fact that we will be late due to the irresistible sight before me. His deep voice utters, “I want to be the only one who knows the ecstasy under your dress.” I can’t help my smile. “You are. You already know quite well.” His vulnerable gaze is now confident when he resolutely states, “Remind me.” I bite my lip and as if he hypnotized me, I take off my underwear. His passionate brown eyes burn into me, as mine travel slowly over his tantalizing body, draped provocatively on his bed. My gaze locks onto his dick and he boldly reaches down and grasps it. “It’s all for you, Becks.” My mouth opens in awe from his brashness. In public, he’s so smug and self-assured about his athletic prowess and aptitudes, yet he’s reserved and so secretive when it comes to me. I see every angle of the complex design that is Finn Wilder. I still must be staring because he coaxes, “Come on, baby. You know you want me.” He gives me a come-worthy grin. Definitely…cocky. I crookedly smile at him, insolently crossing my arms. “You think you do anything for me?” He grins devilishly. “You already took off your underwear.” He’s going to be the death of me. “I can always put them back on.” He deliberately shakes his head from side to side, not taking his heated scrutiny off mine. “No, you won’t.” He licks his full lips and seductively bites his tongue. “I can always go commando to the festival.” Suddenly, he drops his hand from his erection and snarls with genuine irritation rolling over him, “Fuck no!” “Oh, I will,” I taunt. His body tenses all over. “Then we won’t be going. You’re mine, Becks! I don’t want you accidentally flashing anyone and people gawking at your naked body.” “Women fawn all over you,” I counter. “I’m never naked.” True. Sometimes the camera catches him without his shirt, though. “I’m yours. Nobody else’s.” Playfulness seeps into his eyes again. Glancing down at his erection and with a mischievous smile, his impish, dark eyes are on my face as he alluringly elicits, “Why don’t you come and get what’s rightfully yours?” “No, I can’t,” I lie, but knowing that the only thing I can’t do is refuse him. If I ever would take a risqué picture of Finn, this would be it. The way he’s leaning back on his elbows and inviting me to take advantage of what he has to offer is beyond a thousand and one words. “Walk away from me, Becks.” Burning his eyes into my wide-eyed stare, he whispers, “I dare you.”

 

 

 

 

Ren Alexander was born in Wheeling, West Virginia. She graduated from West Liberty University, where she received a B.S. in criminal justice. Although interested in that field, her true passion was reading and writing. She currently lives in Detroit, Michigan with her husband, two daughters, and two cats. "Chasing the Wild Sparks" is Ren's first novel.

 

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review 2018-08-13 16:09
The shoulders of giants, the exaggeration of inheritors
Before and After Alexander: The Legend and Legacy of Alexander the Great - Richard A. Billows

In this book, the classical scholar Richard Billows offers something different from the histories of the Alexander-centric historians who have preceded him. Rather than concentrating on Alexander, Billows expands his focus to  encompass the pre-Alexander history of his homeland of Macedonia and the fate of his empire that followed. Though these subjects have been addressed by others, by bringing them together into a single book, Billows assesses Alexander's achievements from a different perspective and the result is quite different from what might expect from previous books on the Macedonian conqueror.

 

The greatest consequence of Billows's approach is the highlighting of the achievements of Alexander's father, Philip. A great conqueror in his own right, while his reign has been overshadowed by his son, Billows makes clear how much of Alexander's success were due to his father's accomplishments. It was with Philip's army and Philip's commanders that Alexander waged his campaigns, which often used tactics that predated Alexander to win in battle. Yet Billows also notes that Philip himself was hardly an innovator, as he drew upon the experiences of decades of Greek wars in building his army into the Asian-conquering force of legend. This army was also the product of a region ripe for success, for as Billows details, its climate and geography gave it several natural advantages over the more tenuously-existing Green city states to the south.

 

From this perspective, Alexander's achievements were less as a creator than as an exploiter. This Billows underscores by emphasizing the unsustainable nature of his empire. As their abandonment so soon after Alexander's death makes clear, the Indian and Afghan territories comprising the easternmost edge of his conquests were simply too far off to be controlled from his resource base in Macedonia. While his plans for campaigns in North Africa and southern Europe may have been more realistic, they demonstrate that the essence of Alexander's achievements was conquest rather than construction. In this respect, his successors the diadochi deserve more credit for developing his legacy than Alexander himself merits, yet they too are often given only passing mention in most Alexander-centric considerations of the period.

 

All of this Billows lays out in an accessibly fluid text that makes for easy reading. He pulls no punches in his assessment of the "great" conqueror, and in doing so offers a valuable corrective to the overlarge reputation Alexander enjoys today. This is a book that anybody interested in a measured assessment of the legendary figure, one that details just how much of it rested on the shoulders of his predecessors and depended on the achievements of his successors.

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text 2018-08-13 08:10
Release Blitz - Love
 
Title: Love
Series: SEAL'ed #2
Author: Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander
Genre: Contemporary/Military Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2018
Cover Design: Pop Kitty Designs
 
 
In the midst of trying to help his best friend get his girl, Charlie was hit by cupid's arrow, twice. He finds himself the perfect girl to bring home and a spare he wasn’t expecting.
 
Avery has never wanted the American Dream. She knows who and what she wants, and right now, it’s freedom and Amber. That is until these two tornadoes get a call from their best friend that turns both their lives upside down.
 
A wild ride of sex, love, and tequila teaches them that there is more to love than boy meets girl. Sometimes you have to get a little creative to find your happily ever after.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CHARLIE
 
“Sweets, you want me to stay with you, don’t you?” I give her the most pitiful look I can muster. Amber immediately starts to giggle, bringing Avery back to the door. Once she notices the look on my face, she’s laughing as well. I can’t hold it any longer, I laugh right along with my girls.
“Alright, Casanova. You win, you can come in and watch a movie with us. No funny business.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m not even going to get a blowy?” I say as I follow both of them into the living room, grabbing a seat on the couch.
Amber looks at me with a straight face and says, “Only sluts give head on a first date. Everyone knows that.”
The look on Avery’s face is priceless, I manage to muffle my laughter with a cough. Her cheeks pink, eyes become wide in surprise.
“Well then, I guess you two are mine, cause we sure as hell did more than talk the night we met. Let’s call tonight the first date of many.”
I can see the desire in both girl's eyes as they remember that night, I even have to reach down and adjust myself just thinking about all the fun we had.
Stretching out in the back seat, there’s a knock on my window, and the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on pokes her head in.
“Well, what do we have here?” A wicked smile plastered across her face.
“Can I help you?”
“You sure can,” she responds as she pulls her phone to her ear. “Babes, you have to come see what Kit-Kat left for us.” I hear a muffled response before she hangs up the phone.
I watch as she opens the door and climbs into my jeep, straddling my legs. She groans as she slides her fingers into my hair pulling my face to hers. Forcing my mouth open with her tongue, we battle for control. I grip her hips, grinding her pussy into my rock hard cock.
“Bitch, you started without me,” a second beauty snarks from the door as she climbs in.
“Sorry, not sorry. He was just too delicious to resist.”
These two women are my wet dreams in the flesh, curves in all the right places. Long brown hair, perfect for wrapping around my hand and pulling.
“Are you twins?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice, as I nibble on the neck of the beauty in my lap. 
“Close enough. I’m Avery, this is Amber. If you’re a good little sailor, maybe we’ll rock your world. You game?”
There’s a twinkle in both their eyes that I can’t explain, these two are ready to play. Who am I to deny them?
“Both of you strip. Arms on the seat and put those gorgeous asses in the air.”
They both purr with anticipation as they follow my command. I slip my fingers into both of their pussies, both moan for me. I decided to have a little fun with Amber and put pressure on her tight hole, she groans deep in her chest, arching her back to give me better access.
“Get Avery off, or you don’t get yours.”
Avery looks at me, her blue eyes dark with lust, as she climbs above Amber so she can lick her folds. I finger Amber’s ass in time with each lick.
“Oh, shit… oh, shit… fuck!” Avery moans.
“Ride those fingers, baby.”
As Amber continues to lick Avery, I’m pumping my fingers into Amber’s ass.
“Oh God! I’m going to cum again!” she yells, bucking against us.
Her body sings to me as if we’re in tune, Amber switches to finger Avery’s pussy, biting on her clit.
“FUCK!” Avery screams her release.
A lazy smile crossed her lips. “You just may be our new favorite toy,” she whispers in my ear before giving it a bite.
Slowly but steadily, I push past the tight ring of muscles of Amber’s hole until I’m sheathed inside, both of us moaning from the sensation.
“Fuck me,” she says.
“With pleasure.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Raised all over the country, I'm a interesting mix of East Coast meets West Coast with a little bit of Southern thrown in, just for good measure. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids. 

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Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone.  I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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review 2018-08-09 17:04
A Fatal Waltz / Tasha Alexander
A Fatal Waltz - Tasha Alexander

At her friend Ivy's behest, Emily reluctantly agrees to attend a party at the sprawling English country estate of Lord Fortescue, a man she finds as odious as he is powerful. But if Emily is expecting Lord Fortescue to be the greatest of her problems, she is wrong. Her host has also invited Kristiana von Lange, an Austrian countess who was once linked romantically with Emily's fiancé, the debonair Colin Hargreaves. What Emily believes will be a tedious evening turns deadly when Fortescue is found murdered, and his protégé, Robert Brandon—Ivy's husband—is arrested for the crime.

Determined to right this terrible wrong and clear Robert's name, Emily begins to dig for answers, a quest that will lead her from London's glittering ballrooms to Vienna's sordid backstreets. Not until she engages a notorious anarchist in a game of wits does the shocking truth begin to emerge: the price of exonerating Robert can be paid only by placing Colin in deadly peril. To save her fiancé, Emily must do the unthinkable: bargain with her nemesis, the Countess von Lange.

 

Lady Emily and Colin Hargreaves are attending a party together, now that they are affianced. And of course, since this is an historical mystery series, there is a murder. It reminds me of Agatha Christie in that way—wherever Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot happen to go, there will be a murder. Christie tended to set her mysteries in a small town, to ensure that everyone knew one another. In this series, Alexander had chosen a certain stratum of society, who all socialize with and gossip about one another.

It seems that this series will also be a bit like Christie’s Tommy & Tuppence series too. This couple will team up to solve murders and diplomatic incidents together, like Tommy & Tuppence and their espionage endeavours. I have no idea whether Tasha Alexander set out to model her characters after Christie spy duo, but I will soon have the chance to hear her talk about her writing experience—the conference that I’ve been waiting all summer for starts tomorrow!

This is an engaging series and I will look for an excuse to read the next book as soon as I can.

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review SPOILER ALERT! 2018-08-05 21:22
Solitary by Alexander Gordon Smith
Escape from Furnace 2: Solitary - Alexander Gordon Smith

Solitary by Alexander Gordon Smith
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Delving further into the bowels of Furnace Penitentiary, Alex Sawyer desperately tries to hold onto his fleeting sanity. After a failed attempt to escape the underground horrors, being thrown into solitary confinement is a fate worse than death. A hole in the rocky earth becomes his coffin, yet it won't save him from what roams the corridors, in search of warm flesh to eat.

(WARNING: This review contains minor spoilers.)

With this second installment I desperately tried to overcome my primary issue with the series - the suspension of disbelief that it relies so heavily upon. Unfortunately I just can’t get behind the all important plot point of how this prison even exists; world building has been pretty unremarkable in that regard. I mean, how could parents just be okay with never seeing their teenage children ever again, no matter what crimes they’ve apparently committed? I digress. I promised myself this wouldn’t be a rant-review, because in actuality, I enjoy the struggles of Alex quite a bit. Smith adds such raw emotion to the dire situation, and good, descriptive writing I can appreciate. Rather than Alex and his friends emerging into the light of freedom, they’re thrown into solitary confinement in this addition. Who knew general population would be greatly missed? I have to give credit where it’s due; the unpleasantness of solitary at times made my skin crawl. Despite the main protagonists being in their teenage years, little detail was left to the imagination - even their toilet habits were voiced. This is the sort of book I would have loved as a younger reader; pushing the boundaries of the young adult genre with its bleak themes. Perhaps I would have even dismissed the implausibilities in favour of enjoyment, but my mind doesn’t work that way these days.

I can’t say that Alex, as a character, developed a great deal. His way of thinking was much the same as the last - feeling helpless and doomed, followed by a sense of hope and determination. One thing in particular became very much apparent, and that’s the fact his actions wholly depend upon his companions. Without them, and I believe he’d be a very lifeless person. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I am a fan of independence. I often wondered what, if anything, he would have achieved if truly without anyone. He hinted once or twice about suicide, but again I think his relationships give him his every bit of strength. Perhaps he’ll find himself all by his lonesome at some point, as his allies are dwindling in number. A new character was introduced however, and I liked Simon and what he represented.

As for the plot, it was thoroughly entertaining, even if it was a recycled escape and fail trope. By now I know that Smith favours the action-packed scenes that keep readers on their toes, and together with the turbulence of Alex’s mind, it was enough to keep me invested. I enjoyed the change of scenery, and especially the horrors of the infirmary. Questions arose about the mystery behind it all; the black substance that transforms the subjects, the overall goal of creating monsters. There’s an endless supply of prisoners, after all, so what’s the point? To build an army?

In conclusion: Even though I preferred Lockdown a bit more, this one showed no signs of the series slowing down. It’s grim and frightening at times, and I appreciate the expressive way in which the story's told. If only more information was given to properly quench my concerns.

Notable Quote:

I wondered how many voices there were living in my head, and how they could all have such different opinions.

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