Saturday, December 14, 2019

**RELEASE BLITZ WITH REVIEW And Giveaway** Joy by Lilly Atlas

Title: Joy
Series: Hell's Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2019
Life, death, trauma, healing; the Hell’s Handlers have been through it all over the past year. They’ve conquered old enemies, acquired new ones, and struggled through devastating upheavals. So far, they’ve come out on top, knocking down challenges by focusing on one essential ideal: family above all. With Copper at the helm, the Handlers are a patchwork family of bikers who will fight to the death for what they’ve created. 
And after all they’ve survived over the past three hundred and sixty-five days, the Handlers are ready to lay down their weapons, pick up their drinks, and coast through the holidays with nothing but joy in mind. But as often happens with life in an MC, Christmas takes a back seat to club drama.
As the year rolls to a close, the men and women of the club will experience new life, new chapters in love, and plenty of new beginnings. But not everything is sparkly and bright as dangerous enemies threaten the tight-knit group of rough and rowdy bikers. Will twenty-nineteen end in tragedy, or will the club once again emerge victorious in time to find a little joy for the holidays?
“All right, I think we are pretty much set then, don’t you?” Shell asked as she gazed across the booth at two of the most important women in her life, Toni and Stephanie. As friends, they’d come a long way in the past year or so. At first, Shell hadn’t been thrilled by Stephanie’s involvement with Maverick, at least after it had been revealed the other woman worked for the FBI. Fear for the club, fear for Copper, kept her a little cold initially, but now? After experiencing first-hand Stephanie’s loyalty to both Maverick and the club, Steph considered her a treasured friend.
More than a friend, really. Each of the club’s ol’ ladies had become her chosen family. Sisters of the heart. And one of their sisters was about to add another little one to the next generation of Handlers. Hence the baby shower planning meeting.
“Yeah,” Toni said. She and Shell had become instant friends almost from the moment they’d met when Toni took over the diner she’d inherited from her parents. The diner Shell worked at. “I’ve got the food and drinks covered. Ernesto agreed to cater for us. Holly is on desserts, of course, and she’s going to be running the show, day of. Shell, you and Chloe have decorations covered. Jazz is bringing the mommy-to-be around two, and our dear brave Stephanie here has come up with some games to play.”
Steph rolled her eyes as Toni and Shell snickered. “I’m having a hard time picturing Izzy playing any game that doesn’t involve beating someone bloody, but I’m giving it my best shot. Actually, since her due date was yesterday, I’m really hoping she’ll just go into labor before the shower.”
Izzy was going to make a…interesting mother, to say the least. A kick-ass tattoo artist who also happened to be an underground MMA fighter—though not for the past nine months—Izzy wasn’t exactly the PTA-joining, minivan-driving type. In fact, the pregnancy had been an astounding shock in the first place. Despite her less than maternal ways, Izzy was truly a phenomenal friend and all-around amazing woman. Shell had a feeling boy or girl, Iz was going to raise one incredible kiddo.
“Um, excuse me, Miss Toni?”
All three women turned toward the timid voice coming from the slip of a girl who stood near their booth, staring at the ground.
Toni’s expression softened, and she shifted to face the young teen. Her ratty sweatshirt hung off her small frame, and she wore jeans with torn knees. Not the fashionable kind, the old and worn kind. “Lindsey, what did I tell you about dropping the Miss?”
The girl shrugged her slight shoulders. Hanging in straggly strands down her back, her long auburn hair would be gorgeous if it had a good scrubbing and someone to style it properly.
Shell’s heart squeezed at the sight of the girl. She’d appeared at the diner a few days ago asking for a job. Since she was only thirteen and under the legal working age in Tennessee, Toni’s hands were tied. But of course, Shell’s compassionate friend found a way to help the girl without officially hiring her. She’d given her small jobs, taking out the trash, wiping tables, refilling napkin holders, and after each task had been completed, Toni gave the girl a meal and a little bit of cash.
Shell’s first thought was that the girl was a runaway and the authorities should be contacted. Toni had been reluctant but eventually agreed to call the sheriff’s department. Before they’d had the chance to place that call, Lindsey had sworn up, down, and backward she did not run away from home. She claimed to just be from a poor family and had begged them not to call the police.
Toni seemed to believe that about as much as Shell did, but Lindsey’s insistence on having a home limited their options. Toni hadn’t wanted to call the police regardless of Lindsey’s wishes. If it turned out the girl wasn’t lying, the cops would most likely call in child protective services, which wasn’t always a good thing. They needed more information before they acted, but details about herself were not something Lindsey dished out.
“You all finished with the trash?” Toni asked softly when it became apparent the gun-shy girl wasn’t going to speak again. Due to a rough past of her own, Toni had a soft spot for all troubled teenagers, but this girl seemed to have wormed her way into Toni’s heart more than most.
“Yes, ma’am.” Lindsey still hadn’t glanced up from where her tattered sneaker rubbed at a small scuff on the tiled floor.
“Oh no, ma’am is even worse than miss. Just Toni. Please.”
Lindsey nodded without looking up. She seemed as taken with Toni as Toni was with her, but she shut down when in a group. Or around men. So far, Shell hadn’t seen any signs of physical abuse, but she certainly had the skittish nature of someone who’d been mistreated.
“Well, thank you for coming around again today, Lindsey. You really saved me a lot of time and made it so I could get some other work done.” Toni dug a few bills out of her pocket and held them out.
Finally, Lindsey peeked up at Toni with a small smile on her face and two pink cheeks. “Thank you, ma—uh, Toni,” she said, snatching the money and holding it in a tight fist as though someone might try to snatch it from her at any point. Would they? Was that this poor child’s reality? Clinging to the lifeline of five dollars?
Whatever the reality of her situation, Lindsey seemed to be struggling just to make it through each day. Hopefully, Toni would be able to break through the girl’s wary exterior soon and provide more help than a few hot meals and a couple dollar bills. If she had a family in need of assistance, Toni would most likely move heaven and earth to provide it. If it turned out Lindsey was a runaway, well, Toni would probably let the girl move into the diner.
“Will we see you again tomorrow?”
Back to focusing on the floor, Lindsey nodded.
“Great. And, Lindsey?”
The girl tensed but gave Toni her attention.
“You have my phone number if you need anything, right?”
She nodded.
“Anything. At any time. And I mean that. I hope you’ll use it if you need it.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, then scurried out the front door.
“Gosh, that poor child,” Stephanie said, a hand pressed to her chest.
With a sigh, Toni nodded, her brown eyes following the girl as she darted across the parking lot. “Tell me about it. I’m trying to get some more information out of her, but she’s pretty locked up. She swears she isn’t homeless, but I’m worried. Do you think she’s lying, Shell?”
“I don’t know. Something seems off. Just breaks my heart.” Shell said as she tried to envision how difficult life would have been as a young teen on her own. It’d been hard enough surviving without help in her early twenties.
Across the diner, Shell’s own daughter let out a squeal of laughter as she sent her Barbie doll diving over the edge of a table. Shell couldn’t imagine a future where she’d kick Beth out of the house or one where Beth felt the need to run away. No, that little girl knew just how loved and cherished she was, no matter who she became or what she did. Hopefully, there was someone out there who felt the same about Lindsey, and if not, she had no doubt Toni would work her magic on the girl.
Shell’s lips curled as she watched her child entertain herself. Without thinking, her hand automatically moved to rest on her stomach. Though Beth was conceived in a traumatic manner, she’d been a blessing in ways Shell never could have imagined. And now that they lived with Copper, her daughter finally had the father she’d been denied for the first four years of her life.
Since moving in with Copper near six months ago, Shell—and Beth, for that matter—had never been happier. The man was attentive, affectionate, protective, and sexy as all get out. Shell hadn’t known one woman could have so many orgasms and still function.
Life was great.
Perfect, really.
Well, it had been until yesterday…
“Hello? Shell? Earth to Shell, come in Shell.”
She blinked. Toni’s form morphed into view as she waved her hand in front of Shell’s face. Her face heated. Both Toni and Stephanie were staring at her with expectant gazes from across the booth. “Sorry, uh, what did you say?”
Steph laughed. “Well, we said a lot. First, we asked if you were bringing Beth to the shower. Then when you didn’t answer, we asked if you were listening. When you still didn’t answer, Toni said she saw Copper running around the parking lot naked. When that didn’t even get your attention, we gave up. You good, girl?”
“Sorry, got lost for a second thinking about Lindsey. No, Beth and Copper are going on a daddy-daughter date tomorrow afternoon. I think I heard something about Frozen II and a big tub of popcorn.”
Toni pressed a hand over her heart. “Aw, he’s the cutest. Who the hell would have thought that giant, gruff, beast of a man would be the best daddy in the world?”
Shell smiled. She’d known. Of course, she’d known. How else could she have fallen in love with the man?
“Speaking of daddies,” Stephanie began, which had Toni groaning up at the ceiling.
“Please, if this is some sex story about you calling Mav daddy, just stop now. We don’t want to hear it. There’s not enough bleach in the supply closet to scrub an image like that from my brain.”
Shell giggled as she nodded. “She’s right, Steph. We love you, we love Mav, and we love that you’re all out there with your sex life, but there’s a limit to what our ears can handle.”
Face red, Stephanie tried to scowl, but her mouth couldn’t turn down since she was laughing as well. “That’s not what this is.” She paused, tilting her head. “Though you give me ideas. Anyway, I was just gonna ask who you think will be next?”
“Next?” Shell asked as she glanced over at Beth again. Her daughter still happily played with her dolls while munching on the French fries Toni had made her.
“Yeah, next on the baby train. Next to get knocked up. Next to repopulate the earth.” Steph sipped her coffee.
“Okay, I think we get it,” Toni said as she shook her head. “Well, we all know it’s not gonna be you.” She shot a pointed look in Stephanie’s direction.
“Nope. Not me. I’m uber careful about that shit. Babies scare the tar outta me. They’re all tiny and vulnerable.” She shuddered.
Shell snorted. “They’re actually a lot harder to kill than you’d think.” She shot Steph a wink.
“Well,” Toni said as she waved her hand back and forth. “It’s a dumb question anyway because we all know it’s gonna be you, Shell.”
“What? Me?” she squeaked. “Why do you say that?”
“Uhh, because you’re an awesome mom, you love kids, and you’ve mentioned a few times that you want a sibling for Bethy.”
“Not to mention your ol’ man is an old man,” Steph said as she shoved a ripped off chunk of muffin in her mouth.
“Thanks,” Shell said in a droll tone as her stomach fluttered. This conversation hit a little too close to home.
Toni bumped Steph with her shoulder. “He’s not old, he’s just older than Shell. The man is still sexy AF and probably will be when he’s eighty.”
True. So true.
“Well, we’ll see,” Shell said, pasting a smile on her face. It felt forced, fake.
“Yeah, we’ll see all right,” Steph said with a laugh. “We’ll see you get all big when you grow a monster-sized mini-Copper inside you.”
Despite her unease, Shell managed to chuckle. “We haven’t talked about it much actually. I’m still taking the pill, so…” She shrugged, hating the lies.
But she wasn’t ready to voice the truth.
“You’re crazy. That man can’t wait to knock you up.” Steph shook her head. “I give it until March. If you’re not carrying prez junior by March, I’ll…”
“Ohh, this could be good. You’ll what?” Toni said, turning her interested gaze on Steph.
“Yeah, what are you gonna offer me, Steph?” Shell waggled her eyebrows.
“Well—”
The bell above the entrance jangled. Glancing at her phone, Toni said, “Who is that? Zach isn’t supposed to be here for another forty-five minutes.” She stuck her head out the side of the booth to get a better view of the door then stiffened. “Shit,” she whispered.
“What?” Shell asked.
Across the booth, both Toni and Steph grew rigid and tense. Who the hell could it be? Shell stood slightly and glanced over her shoulder to where three men dressed very similarly to their own men strode into the diner. MC cuts, biker boots, bandanas, chains.
But one very big difference—the Chrome Disciples patch on each of their cuts.
Tonya's Review
3.5 Stars


This is the seventh book in the Hell's Handlers MC series.  These are usually stand alones, but this one I think you should read the others first.

I say that because we get chapters from every previous character, this isn't just about one couple.  It's the entire MC.  

Don't let the title fool you.  There is a little Joy in it, but not a ton.

I'm on the fence about this book.  I don't like what's happening to Cassie.  I was happy for Izzy and Shell.  I was mad at Copper.  What's going on in Screw's head.  

I loved the pornaments.


We also got a short called Viper at the end of this.  It's just a quick story about how Viper and Cassie met.  It wasn't the best of circumstances either.  

I am curious about what happened once they left that hotel room and made their way to the Handlers.



  
  
 
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
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**BOOK TOUR WITH REVIEW** Burn by Chelle Bliss

 
Burn (Men of Inked: Heatwave #2) 
by USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss
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Blurb
She thought she'd never fall in love, but then he rode into her world covered in ink and wrapped in chaos.

He never expected his past to follow him into his future, but nothing stays hidden for long.


Burn is book two in the Men of Inked: Heatwave series by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss. The Men of Inked: Heatwave series features steamy romance, hot heroes, and strong women.
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Tonya's Review
4 Stars

This is the second book in The Men of Inked: Heatwave series.  You MUST read Flame first.  This picks up right where Flamed ended.

While I loved Flame, there were a few parts that just didn't do it for me in this book.  Don't get me wrong, it's a great read.  I love Pike and Gigi.

The biggest thing that bothered me is the truth that Pike learned in the letter his mom wrote to him.  If he wasn't going to do anything about it, why even say it.  I was hoping he would meet, or at least reach out to Ashton.

I'm just a little let down by that.

This is a great read though and has great characters.

Tamara is a little over the top though, especially with Crow.  

Can't wait for more.

Meet The Author

USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She's written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.
Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in History. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.

Monday, December 9, 2019

**COVER REVEAL** Nobody Knows by Lani Lynn Vale


SWAT Generation 2.0, Book 11

All he ever wanted was to matter to someone. 
What he didn't know was that he did matter to someone. Someone that worried about him every day that he was gone.
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Malachi Gabriel Gnocchi was missing for two years. Thanks to a mission gone wrong, not only had he been captured, but his best friend along with his fellow teammates has been taken, too.
He spent two years in hell, hoping and praying that one day he'd get to go home. 
And one day he does. Only, he isn't the same person that left. Every single thing that make him Malachi is no more.
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Sierra started writing to soldiers through the soldier pen pal program when she was in high school. Years later, she had no idea that the one soldier that she'd been paired up with in the very beginning would be the one man that would change her world eight years down the road. 
When the letters from her soldier stopped, she knew that something bad had happened. 
When they start back up again two years after the last letter, she thought that someone was playing a joke on her. 
Only, that joke wasn't a joke at all.
The man on the other end of those letters is a man that's dying slowly from the inside out.
He's a living, breathing mess and there's only one thing she can do to help him.
Write him back and hope that she can bring him back from the dead. 

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Meet Lani Lynn Vale
Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.
When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.

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Sunday, December 8, 2019

**TOUR WITH REVIEW** The Lineup by Meghan Quinn

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THE LINEUP by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: December 5th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb:
Want to know a secret? It's about that girl over there. Don’t look, but she’s the one in the power suit—with the long, black hair and the serious expression, the one I’m about to go on a date with . . . Yeah, according to her, she “accidentally” donated an obscene amount of money to my charity — The Lineup — to win said date but I found out the truth. Miss. Button Up Blouse has a secret, passionate crush on me. I didn’t know her name until two days ago, despite the friends we have in common. Was I oblivious? Probably. Was I blind to it? Definitely. But I’m no fool, I see it now. The High Heel Harlot wants more than just a date with Jason Orson, she wants to be able to claim the best butt in baseball as hers. Here's another secret . . . she has no idea I know. TheLineup_teaser-8
Tonya's Review
5 Stars

This book is a stand alone, but it is along the lines of The Locker Room.  But the guys aren't in college anymore.  They're in the big league now.

This is Jason's book.  Jason just got traded to Chicago Rebels.  He's back home, but not with the team he wanted and has loved since he was a kid, or the team his friends play for.  

The things that come out of his mouth had me laughing so damn hard.  I absolutely love this big, giant, softy.

Now, Dottie took a little for me to warm up to.  She does tend to have a stick up her butt.

But Jason brings her fun side out!

This is a fun baseball read.  And I love the charity that Jason started.

Can't wait for more.

I'm wondering if it will be Natalie and Walker...hmmm.


EXCERPT:
**JASON**
It isn’t in my nature to cry over burnt ham, but here I am, tearing up like a jackass, because the meal I’ve been reluctantly slaving over for the past four hours is two shades away from charred dust. I had it all planned out. The timing was right, the recipes perfected, the table decorated with impeccably folded napkins that impersonated angelic swans, and polished silver that I scrubbed for an hour until I could see my balls in the reflection. Nothing says polished silverware like a spoon that gives you a clear upside-down view of your gonads. But even with countless hours of preparing this feast, naked as the day I was born with only an apron to cover my man-loins, I still ended up with a scorched ham doused in fire extinguisher agent because somehow, the damn thing caught on fire. Imagine this, a grown-ass man—no, not just a grown-ass man, but a man at the fresh age of twenty-eight, built like a linebacker with buttocks you can bounce rocks off . . . thanks to squatting for a living—dancing around the kitchen on his twinkle toes, arms flailing with pink and white potholders attached to his hands, screaming like a banshee, as flames light up the Jenn-Air double oven where the brown sugar and pineapple ham resided. Are you seeing it? Add the imagery of said man naked, dick and balls harmoniously bouncing in panic while the apron his “girlfriend” got him that says Eat my food, Lick my dick, unravels in the fit to unleash the fire extinguisher. That was me . . . a minute ago. Frantic, screaming, and all in all losing any last shred of my man card I had left. It’s why I’m currently weeping like a nitwit into the flaps of my apron, wondering where I went wrong. If we’re going to be honest with each other—and I would like to establish honesty with you—I’ll admit, I’ve always leaned toward the sensitive side. You know, the cuddly grizzly bear. Big and intimidating but a fucking gooey butterball heart on the inside. Tell me a love story. I’ll listen the crap out of it. The Bachelor? Why yes, that’s one of my favorite shows. Do I smile when sharing a candlelit dinner with myself, followed by a nice long soak in a bubble bath while Enya—the fucking goddess of all voices—plays in the background? I sure as shit do. But if some ignorant asswipe gets in my face on the ball field, stirring up trouble, I’m the first to lay a fist across his jaw and the first to be thrown out of a game. And I’m not even sorry about it. People are arriving in an hour. I’m vulnerable as fuck with my bare ass resting against the cold white-oak floor of my girl’s apartment, while a lonely tear streams down my freshly shaven cheek. I have no main dish, and the apartment smells like burnt rabbit turd. Why am I in this hopeless predicament? Because of one person. One single person who flipped my life upside down. A bombshell in a suit, a ravenous sex-fiend in the sheets, a classy and sophisticated tight-ass in the boardroom. She’s a knockout who’s always on my mind. She’s the girl you do things for, that you never thought you’d ever do . . . Like cook a fancy-as-fuck four-course meal for her and her business associates while practicing interesting conversational starters to ensure the night flows smoothly. Back in college, I might have been referred to as the mother hen of the boys. I might have cooked at least two meals a week for the guys in the loft, and yeah, I was the ironing wizard, the one everyone turned to, to get out the most stubborn wrinkles. The title has carried on over the years, but my creativity in the kitchen has dwindled with the lack of time, my ironing is now done by my apartment keeper once a week, and the fresh flowers scattered around my place? They’re more dead now than alive. My point—I’m not the lady of the house I used to be. But I’ve been getting back into the swing of it. So when my girl asked me to perform the impossible feat of an intimate dinner for four, I should have ordered in, tossed everything in serving dishes, and called it a night. But nooooooooo, I had to attempt to be a goddamn hero and try to cook everything myself. And all for what? For one girl? No. Not just one girl. The girl who owns my balls, who has a grip so tight on them that if she asked me to bellow out my ABCs in soprano while swirling my finger around my belly button . . . I would. Who is this girl that has brought me to the brink of boo-boo smush bear insanity and caused me to weep like a schoolgirl in the corner of the apartment? There’s only one lady with more than enough ovaries to buckle the knees of the mighty Jason Orson. The one and only Dorothy “Dottie” Domico. TheLineup_teaser-9
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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