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review 2017-05-25 05:05
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The Paper Year: A Psychological Thriller With An Ending You'll Never See Coming (Piper Adler Book 1) - Avery Aster

This book starts with a story that does not seem to ring true.  If Piper attempted suicide, why are too many things not adding up?  There is much more to this.  She is sure of it.

 

Boden is not the best spouse for her to have as Piper goes through all of the uncertainty.  Lots of surprises inside.  While still a short story, there is a lot packed into it.  

 

This is a quick and mysterious read.  A bit different from the author's usual fare  I thought that made for a nice change of pace.  I am not sure I was happy how fast the end came together, but I think it is a good read all the same.  I give this book a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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review 2017-03-27 00:00
Unsaid
Unsaid - Avery Aster I love me some Avery Aster! Another great book by a great author. No you don't have to read this series in order but I always suggest it because it's the only way I read series. Blake and Miguel is just yumminess! This is a MM so if that isn't your thing I wouldn't pick it up. However if you like male on male action grab it today!
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text 2017-03-16 06:00
The Paper Year by Avery Aster Blog Tour and Giveaway
 
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Book Title: The Paper Year: A Psychological Thriller With An Ending You'll Never See Coming (Piper Adler Book 1) 
Author: Avery Aster 
Genre: Psychological Thriller 
Release Date: March 16, 2017 
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
 
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For fans of The Girl on the Train, Before I Go to Sleep, and The Silent Wife, the new psychological thriller from New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster warns readers: the first year of marriage is killer.
 
Barclay is Manhattan's premiere cooperative—the kind of place everyone who's anyone desires to reside in. That's what psychotherapist Piper Adler believes as she moves into the garden apartment with her new husband, but then she wakes up in a hospital accused of trying to take her own life. Her dreams of being a wife and mother destroyed along with her career as a mental health professional, she sets off on a mind-bending course to discover the truth.
 
Unraveling a web of deceit forces Piper to second-guess her family, her friends, and even herself. With each terrifying revelation, she must come to terms with the fact that those she thought she knew aren't who they seem, and someone trusted very close to her wants her gone. Will she beat them at their own game or die trying?
 
Fusing nail-biting suspense with potent storytelling, THE PAPER YEAR will keep you on the edge of your seat with an unforgettable cast of characters who are compelled to do the unthinkable to survive.
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I shout for help, hoping someone, anyone, hears me.
 
Everyone is gone. They heeded the warning and left hours ago.
 
Glancing down at the watch my husband gave me when we first married, I notice the time: ten minutes to eight. I’m fucked.
 
Any minute now the demolition crew will blow this basement into a gazillion pieces. I imagine my body combusting like an overcooked dinner that had been left in the microwave for far too long on the highest power. My arms would be found somewhere on FDR Drive. My legs would smack the roof of a nearby cab. I thought about my dentist, Dr. Sabbagh, having to identify my skull using dental records. And my mother in Westchester; I can already hear her saying, “I told Piper she should’ve never gotten married to someone as good-looking as Boden Adler.”
 
My hands, cut and bloody from fighting while trying to defend myself, start to shake uncontrollably. Reaching for the edge of the cage that I’m locked into, I throw myself onto the mesh metal with every ounce of energy left inside me, praying the door comes loose.
 
Locked from the other side, it doesn’t budge.
 
Fear pounds in my heart, blood thumps through my ears. The florescent lights that have given me hope like a warm blanket for the last hour fade to darkness.
 
Exhausted, I surrender, collapsing onto the cold cement floor.
 
“You got your chance. You should’ve left when I told you,” the voice yells from the top of the stairs. “Goodbye.”
 
Never in a million years did I think I’d die like this.
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New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery's newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!
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review 2017-03-08 04:10
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Desire - Nine sizzling, romantic tales for Valentine's Day - Bianca D'Arc,Evangeline Anderson,Lauren Hawkeye,Jayne Rylon,Cynthia Sax,Daire St. Denis,Sarah Castille,Avery Aster,Opal Carew,T.L. Stokes

This book was a special Valentine's Day Anthology for the lovers of romance.  It has 9 pretty terrific stories inside.  These stories sure give you choices for what you may be in the mood to read.

 

I read Naughty Wishes, by Sarah Castille.  This author is a "go to" in my purchasing romance titles.  She hits the bar, raises it, and gives me more.  This story was about a couple who have been married a while.  They have need to spice up things, since in the bedroom loving has been somewhat cooler.  Kylie decides to surprise Dan with a night of delight.  He has a surprise for her too.

 

I found that no matter what I read from this book, it made me have the feels.  I really felt like this was a great collection and I hope these authors make another one next year.  I give this anthology a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given as a gift for the Valentine holiday.

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text 2017-03-07 06:00
Undercover and Giveaway by Avery Aster Blog Tour
 
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Book Title: Undercover 
Author: Avery Aster 
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance with M/M/F Menage 
Release Date: March 7, 2017 
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
 
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Note: Undercover is part one in New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster’s new m/f erotic romance serial featuring Jagger and Poppy, which takes place in The Manhattanites’ world. Each volume ends on a cliffy and reflects our current political climate of in-your-face TV reporters, cyber hacking, Russian hysteria, and features BDSM, kinky role-play, ménage à trois, and of course very hung, inked-up, dominant men who just want to be loved by their smart alpha females. When you’re done, be sure to grab Unless, the second installment.
 
Talk show host Poppy White thought she’d seen it all while working in journalism, but when her boyfriend, Mikhail Chekhov, supposedly dies in an explosion and she goes to identify the body, the man on the table at the morgue isn’t as endowed as her lover. Nope. There’s no way that needle dick is his. But if Mikhail isn’t dead, then where is he?
 
Bisexual, dominant, and rich, Jagger Chabon is Mikhail’s hung, inked-up playboy of a lover on the down low. He knows why Mikhail is on the run and is desperate to find him before the CIA closes in to make their arrest. If only he could get rid of this pesky reporter who keeps sticking her perky breasts in his face.
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“What d-did you j-just say?” she stutters. For probably the first time in her life, the woman of poise and perfect beauty capable of interviewing famous celebrities and world dignitaries isn’t able to speak smoothly.
 
Stunned, I reach for her shaking hand to try and comfort, reassure. “I’m sorry, Poppy.”
 
“You’re sorry. For what? His death?” She withdraws her hand from mine and wipes her palm on her short skirt as if I have the bubonic plague. “Or the fact that we both fucked the same guy?” Nearly screaming, obscenities continue flying out of her little mouth. “I cannot believe I didn’t see this shit coming. I swear, I’m either blind or oblivious. You know, Mikhail and I had good sex. Hot sex. Mind-blowing sex. Probably the best sex of my entire life.”
 
Meh. I think I’m much better in the sack than Mikhail. He sorta just lies there like a lazy bottom and takes it. Good head, yes. But that’s about it.
 
I offer nothing. I don’t want to upset her any further.
 
“Did you know I was also dating him?” she asks in a shaky, throaty voice, possibly embarrassed by her outburst. I’ve seen her have fits before, like the time she threw a chair at a guest on her show for refusing to answer her million-dollar question, but nothing like this.
 
Poppy White is losing her damn mind. But can I blame her? I try to put myself in her shoes, imagine what it would feel like to be in love with a woman who was also in love with Poppy.
 
Come to think of it, I’d be turned on. I won’t lie. Imagining Poppy in my bed with another woman makes my dick go hard, and for a split second I forget that we’re at the morgue.
 
She snaps her fingers in my face as if I’m some sort of dog. “Hello! You there? I asked you a question. Did you know?”
 
Squeezing my eyes shut, I manage to shake my head. When I came into the room I felt sadness for the death of my lover. Now I’m somewhat uncomfortable with my coworker knowing that I engaged in a relationship with another man. Shit. This is all a bit much.
 
“Are you gay?” she says loudly.
 
“Stop that.” I step forward to shush her.
 
“Don’t you dare touch me.” She steps back, leaning against the table. The hurt, the pain in her eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She’s devastated. Destroyed.
 
“Mikhail is the only man I’ve ever been with. We met about six months ago and just hit it off.”
 
“Hit it off? More like got each other off!”
 
“Sorry you couldn’t satisfy him,” I blurt the harsh words without thinking.
 
Poppy strikes my face with her right hand so hard that her body jerks toward me. Embracing the sting on my cheek, I push her back before she can take another swing. She hits the table, then glares at me with an almost insane look on her face.
 
“There is no way Mikhail loved you.” She tries to hit me again, this time lunging toward me, taking me down to the cold marble floor.
 
Disoriented and now on my back, I lie glaring up at her. “Happy now?”
 
She straddles me. “You’re a liar. There is no freakin’ way that man, a Russian diplomat with a law degree from Harvard who has one of the highest IQs on Earth, cared for you the way he cared about me. Mikhail wasn’t queer.” Pressing her hands against my chest like she’s going to ride me into the sunset, she adjusts her hips. Under normal circumstances I would slide my hands under her skirt and start fucking her until she came over and over again. But right now my body is pressed against the floor, we’re at the local morgue, and I’ve just admitted to my coworker, a woman I’ve been crushing on for years, that I’ve been coincidently dating her boyfriend as well.
 
No. This isn’t normal.
 
“I’m not gay, Poppy! It just happened.” Livid, tired of sexual labels, I push her off me and sit up. “We didn’t define our relationship with such labels as ‘gay’ or ‘bisexual.’ We didn’t.”
 
The sheet, which had been covering the corpse, is now on the floor next to us.
 
I get to my feet, helping Poppy to hers. We don’t speak, fixating our attention to what’s on the table.
 
The upper part of Mikhail’s body, his face, neck, and chest, are badly burned to the point that he’s unrecognizable. However, his feet, legs, and lower torso, and more importantly the pelvic region, are perfectly intact.
 
“What the fuuu—” Poppy steps forward and points a long, bright pink manicured nail toward his dick. The gold bangles on her wrist jingle as she shakes her hand.
 
“Mikhail’s much bigger than that.”
 
I lick my lips nervously, trying to decide if that really is my boyfriend on the table.
 
“And where’s the mole on his leg?” She points to an area of skin that had a birthmark the size of a silver dollar. Today it’s completely bare.
 
“It’s not him….” My brain freezes as my mouth opens to say more, but I don’t. The thoughts racing through my mind are utterly crazy, certifiably insane.
 
She tilts her head to the side, purses her lips together, and waits for me to continue. Maybe she’s afraid to say what I’m thinking too.
meet the author
 
New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery's newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!
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